Chapter 384: Keeping a Trick Up His Sleeve
Originally, as a hidden schemer, Obito was not short on time, but he was now completely suppressed by Naruto.
He had to seize every opportunity to kill Uzumaki Naruto.
Therefore, he had to take the risk and attempt to capture Uzumaki Naruto.
Once the Eight-Tails rampages, the Hidden Cloud Village descends into complete chaos, and Uzumaki Naruto is pinned down and drained...
That would be the time for him and the other members of the Akatsuki Organization to strike and seize the greatest benefits.
Obito's gaze subtly swept over the 'companions' behind him, each harboring their own ulterior motives.
By then, it might also be a good opportunity to eliminate some unstable elements or have them 'reasonably' consumed in the chaos.
After all, these remnants of the Akatsuki, aside from their decent strength, held little loyalty to his plans; it was more a matter of mutual exploitation.
Especially that old fox Kakuzu, who always harbored suspicions towards him.
On the cliff, a brief silence fell momentarily.
Only the howling wind and the faint sounds of commotion and lamentation from the distant Hidden Cloud Village.
Deidara seemed somewhat impatient with this waiting. Kneading the clay in his hand, he muttered in a low voice, 'Art doesn't require waiting... Explosion is the art of the instant, not the art of waiting.'
Sasori, however, spoke in his utterly emotionless voice, 'Waiting for prey to weaken or fall into a trap is a fundamental Law of hunting. For someone like me, pursuing eternal art, there is plenty of time.'
'Lord Sasori is as cold as ever.'
Sasori directly ignored Deidara's quip. Although he somewhat wanted to exchange a few more words with this fellow art pursuer, unfortunately, the other sought the art of the instant, while he pursued eternal art.
They simply had nothing in common to talk about.
Kisame, shouldering Samehada, looked towards the distant Hidden Cloud Village, where the chaos was gradually subsiding but a heavy atmosphere of despair lingered. He grinned, 'Tsk tsk, looks like the Hidden Cloud will be lively tonight. Even more thrilling than playing with sharks, eh, Samehada?'
The Samehada on his shoulder seemed to sense something, wriggling excitedly a few times and emitting a strange 'chittering' sound.
Though displeased, Hidan could only shoulder his scythe, plop down on the ground, and continue muttering complaints about boredom to his Jashin.
From the corner of his eye, Kakuzu noticed Obito occasionally and unconsciously raising his hand to lightly touch the area near his right eye.
Was there something wrong with the other's eye?
Perhaps that was also one of the reasons he chose to wait.
Regardless, Kakuzu decided to hold his position for now. He was a pragmatist; as long as the goal was ultimately achieved, he didn't mind the waiting and scheming in the process.
Even if this guy was a fake Uchiha Madara, so what? At least he paid.
Obito sneered inwardly.
He shifted his gaze back to the Hidden Cloud Village. His half-squinted single eye reflected the scattered lights of the distant village and the battle smoke that had yet to fully dissipate.
Uzumaki Naruto...
And those lost Rinnegan...
He needed power, even greater power.
Once the right eye recovered, once the timing was ripe...
Obito's hand subconsciously touched his chest.
This time, he had brought quite a few Sharingan. To defeat Uzumaki Naruto, he had turned himself into a monster!
Watching the crumbling defensive line of the Hidden Cloud Ninja ahead, their morale shattered by the capture of the Raikage and Yugito's 'betrayal', and their retreat, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, Killer Bee, could finally hold back no longer.
His elder brother, the Fourth Raikage A, was right there on that blond kid's shoulder, trapped inside that damned wooden coffin!
Every second of waiting felt like a knife twisting in his heart!
Although Tsuchi and other Jonin strongly advised against it, and although he knew acting rashly might worsen the situation, Killer Bee could no longer care about that!
'You all keep operating the Chakra Cannon!' Killer Bee roared at the Ninjas beside him who were urgently adjusting the weapon, trying to reacquire the target but not daring to fire due to concerns for the Raikage. His voice was hoarse with anxiety.
His gaze swept quickly around, finally settling on a lazy-looking young man with dark skin and grayish-white hair.
'Darui!'
Killer Bee left the Chakra Cannon's control console.
'I leave this to you. Seize the right moment!'
Darui's expression changed: 'Lord Killer Bee, you mustn't!'
But Killer Bee gave him no chance to dissuade him. The Eight-Tails' Chakra erupted from his body with a roar. A dark red Tailed Beast cloak instantly covered him, and several thick octopus tentacles extended from his back.
'I am the Eight-Tails' awesome Killer Bee, yeah!'
Killer Bee let out a strange cry. His entire body shot forward like a dark red cannonball, charging fiercely towards Uzumaki Naruto, who was currently wielding the wooden casket as a weapon.
His fighting style had always been unique and unrestrained.
Now, enhanced by the Tailed Beast cloak and octopus tentacles, his left hand and the tentacles behind him each gripped a sharp Ninja sword of varying length, gleaming coldly.
These Ninja swords danced with life-like agility in his hand and at the tips of his tentacles, tracing a dazzling array of deadly arcs. Simultaneously, his body twisted and jumped in rhythm with the attacks, truly like a frenzied dance of death!
This was Killer Bee, the origin of 'Killer Bee'.
His attacks were as dense and deadly as a swarm of bees, and his incessant rapping and strange cries were indeed as 'noisy' and distracting as bees.
Faced with this sudden, ferocious assault, Naruto merely frowned slightly.
He didn't even put down the wooden casket on his shoulder, only adjusted his posture slightly.
Then, in the instant before Killer Bee's dense barrage of sword light reached him, Naruto made a move that left everyone dumbfounded.
He abruptly swung the deep brown wooden'sleeping coffin' containing the Raikage from his shoulder, turning it sideways like a massive shield to block in front of himself.
Using the Raikage's 'coffin' as a shield.
Several deep gashes were carved into the surface of the wooden casket, wood chips flying, but its overall structure remained sturdy. A muffled groan even seemed to come from within.
And one Ninja sword had stabbed into it.
'Your rapping really sucks.'
Naruto's voice, flat and clear, pierced through the noise of clashing swords and Killer Bee's strange cries, reaching Killer Bee's ears.
His tone even carried a trace of undisguised disdain.
'B... Brother, are you okay?'
Seeing his sword had struck the coffin containing his brother, Killer Bee's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively pulled back some of the force in his hand, wanting to withdraw the Ninja sword.
However, in that very moment when his force slackened slightly...
Naruto's left hand suddenly lifted upward. That heavy wooden casket was actually lifted effortlessly over his head with just one hand.
Simultaneously, Naruto's right foot shot out like lightning from beneath the wooden casket at an extremely tricky angle, kicking fiercely towards Killer Bee's abdomen.
Killer Bee's expression changed. It was too late to dodge.
He could only grit his teeth, decisively abandon the Ninja sword stuck in the wooden casket, cross the other tentacles and the sword in his hand to block in front of him, while his body rapidly leaned backward.
Thud!
Naruto's kick landed on Killer Bee's crossed tentacles. Although most of the force was blocked, the tremendous impact still sent Killer Bee staggering back several steps.
His expression grew even uglier, but the Battle Intent and fury in his eyes burned even more intensely.
Killer Bee roared, once again brandishing his remaining Ninja swords and tentacles, attacking Naruto frantically.
Naruto continued using the wooden casket as a shield, combining it with agile footwork and occasional sharp counterattacks, engaging Killer Bee in a close-quarters struggle.
The battle reached a stalemate for the moment.
Killer Bee, concerned for his brother, dared not attack the wooden casket with full force, while Naruto didn't seem in a hurry to shake him off, only cleverly using the Raikage as a 'hostage shield' to deflect the onslaught.
As the fight dragged on, Killer Bee seemed to grow somewhat impatient from the prolonged lack of success, a slight disorder appearing in his attack rhythm.
Naruto keenly seized this opening. He used the wooden casket to block several Ninja swords again, then delivered a chop with his hand towards Killer Bee's neck.
However, right at that moment...
From the empty right sleeve of Killer Bee's outfit—the arm that should have been severed by the previous 'Amaterasu'—a perfectly intact arm suddenly extended as if by magic.
And in the hand of this arm was a Ninja sword, its edge gleaming coldly.
It moved at an extremely tricky, almost impossible angle, bypassing the wooden casket and Naruto's defense, striking like a viper's tongue, viciously stabbing towards Naruto's side.
'Hehe!'
A smug and cunning smile appeared on Killer Bee's face, and his rapping started up again:
'Didn't see that coming, did ya? Your man Killer Bee kept a trick up his sleeve, yeah!'
'Baka yarou! Konoyaro!'
Back at the village entrance, the arm burned off by Uchiha Hikari's Amaterasu wasn't his real arm at all. That Killer Bee was just a tentacle Clone.
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