Cloud's outskirts? Used to be lush forest. Now? Crater city.
Center stage: Eight-Tails Gyūki, mountain-sized. One full-power Tailed Beast Bomb detonated inside its own gut. Everything—trees, rocks, dirt—vaporized into a mirror-slick obsidian bowl.
Shockwave tsunami'd outward, shredding stone walls a mile off like cheese graters.
Smoke so thick the moon bailed; whole zone dropped into pitch black.
Even a tailed beast eating its own nuke point-blank? Not a spa day.
Gyūki's hide? Chunky salsa. Tentacle-tails snapped like wet noodles. Blood waterfalling crimson, painting the scorched earth into a horror-art exhibit.
Roar hit like a nuke itself—Cloud village quaking, ninjas miles back clutching ears, faces twisted.
Mid-scream, the beast shrinks, ink in water, until Killer B flops out butt-naked from the sky. THUD.
"Cough—" B on one knee, hacking a lung's worth of blood. Clothes? Shredded. Skin? BBQ ribs. Healing fast, though.
Way the hell back, Uchiha Makoto finally exhales. Sweat river down his face, chest heaving like he ran a marathon with ankle weights.
Teleporting a full Eight-Tails bomb? Even with his jacked bloodline and freak physique, that's child labor levels of overload.
Pressure no kid should carry.
Chakra tank? Flashing empty. Legs wobbling like Jell-O.
"Makoto, you good?!" Itachi's there in a blink, catching him before he eats dirt. Calm mask? Cracked—pure worry leaking through.
Shisui's three-tomoe spinning slow, scanning 360 for threats. Brain on fire: Wait… years ago, Fourth Hokage did this shit. Transferred Nine-Tails bombs in the village. Flying Thunder God. Insane space-time jutsu. Only Second and Fourth ever mastered it.
Makoto's how old? Where'd he—when?
Can't hold it in. "Yo, when the hell did you learn Flying Thunder God?!"
Makoto waves weak. No time, brain too fried for lies.
Eyes lock on the smoke clearing far off. That chakra—still terrifying, still standing. B's not down.
Tailed-beast jinchūriki: cockroach-level recovery. Idea pops: Maybe snag my own beast, see what the hype's about?
Ice-cold killing intent slams him like a brick wall. Suffocating.
This brat… CANNOT leave Cloud alive!!
B and Gyūki in perfect sync—first time ever.
Kid's potential? Nuclear. That casual FTG mastery? Flashbacks to the Yellow Flash who made armies piss themselves.
And he's Uchiha.
Let him walk? Future nightmare—worse than Minato ever was.
B grits through agony, tailed-beast chakra erupting again. Colossal form rebuilds—scarred, but meaner.
Another Tailed Beast Bomb charging in its maw.
Smaller, slower—but still mountain-buster juice.
"Again?!"
Makoto cocks a brow. This dude's relentless.
Bro, just ask to surrender. I could talk Itachi and Shisui into fake-capturing me, we go back, feast like kings… everybody wins!
Keep wrecking the ecosystem and PETA's gonna send ninja squirrels.
Bomb forming, Shisui's Sharingan spinning into overdrive—Makoto feels the burnout coming.
Teammates? Exhausting. Stubborn "enemy"? Also exhausting.
Cloud's off-limits now—FTG exposed. Konoha? Shisui's there. Can't risk it.
Road trip it is.
Two breaths. Bold plan sparks.
Deep inhale. Pushes past the crash. Hands slap Itachi and Shisui's shoulders.
"Makoto?" Both in sync, confused.
"No resisting. Grab tight." Low growl. Eyes sharpen. "We're blasting off."
No holding back. Every last drop of chakra—all in on FTG.
Shisui clocks it. "No! You two go—I'll hold—"
He knows the cost. FTG's a chakra hog. Long-range with passengers? Exponential. Kid already redirected a nuke. Big moves always cost.
Ancient rule: flashiest jutsu, biggest hospital bill.
BZZT!
Makoto ignores. Space ripples hard—world warps like heat haze.
Next frame: bomb launches. Three vanish. Just ripples left.
BOOM!!!
Crater 2.0. Cloud edge now has matching bookends.
B de-transforms, drops to a knee, panting, staring at empty hellscape.
"They… escaped."
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Fire Country border. Deep jungle, untouched.
Canopy so thick moonlight's on rations. Air wet, earthy, owl hoots echoing.
Space burps. Three bodies pop in—stumbling.
THUD.
Makoto face-plants, out cold. Paper-pale, breathing thinner than printer paper. Chakra? Zero. Absolute zero.
Ninja rule: empty tank = corpse. OG timeline, Kakashi spammed Mangekyō Kamui against Pain—poof, dead from chakra drain.
If Kakashi tried redirecting that Eight-Tails nuke? Dust before the flash.
Didn't need to jump this far.
But… perfect chance to "die" for real. Shisui—walking Mangekyō time bomb. Otherworldly Genjutsu? No counter yet.
One brain-fart and B's got a puppet. Hard pass.
Dizzy from warp, Itachi and Shisui steady fast. Spot Makoto—code red.
"Makoto!"
Shisui drops, scanning jungle like a hawk while checking pulse.