"Ahem… what a scary guy."
Yagura coughed twice, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as his gaze remained fixed on Namikaze Kirito.
The command forcing him to kill the man before him still echoed in his mind—but it did nothing to stop the genuine admiration rising in his chest.
"It seems… that in this state, I can no longer pose any threat to you."
Namikaze Kirito, on the other hand, was grinning. His expression was filled with pure excitement, eyes shining as if he had finally found something worth savoring.
"This is the happiest I've ever been since coming to this world," he said calmly. "Let's keep going."
"…A battle maniac, huh?"
Yagura shook his head with a bitter smile. "Fine. Then, in return for your respect, I'll respond with everything I have."
His hands came together.
In that instant, a terrifying chakra surged outward.
The half-tailed beast chakra cloak dissolved completely, vanishing like mist. What followed was a violent transformation.
His limbs slammed down as his body expanded. Blue-gray chakra armor enveloped him layer by layer, jagged barbs erupting from its surface. His arms and legs twisted, reshaping into massive beast claws.
Spikes burst forth across his body as his size continued to grow.
Crack—
The ground groaned under the pressure, collapsing as it failed to bear the weight.
Moments later, a colossal turtle-shaped monster—its entire body covered in spikes, towering like a small hill—stood before Namikaze Kirito.
Three enormous tails swayed behind it.
The Three-Tails—Isobu.
One of the Nine Tailed Beasts had revealed its complete form.
Complete tailed-beast transformation.
This was the ultimate trump card of every Jinchūriki: fully releasing the tailed beast and letting it fight in their stead.
A perfect Jinchūriki could coexist with their tailed beast's consciousness, allowing their combat power to skyrocket far beyond normal limits.
"This makes the second tailed beast I've seen."
Namikaze Kirito couldn't help but sigh. Ever since arriving in this world, he had already encountered the Nine-Tails and now the Three-Tails.
Even the second time, the sheer presence of a tailed beast still sent a tremor through him.
"ROOOOAR—!"
Isobu roared toward the sky, the sound waves rippling outward like crashing tides.
Then, its gaze locked onto the "tiny" figure standing on the ground below.
A massive claw came crashing down.
Like a falling building, it blotted out the moonlight as it descended, carrying overwhelming pressure.
"Empty Space—Tremor!"
White light burst from Namikaze Kirito's right hand. The air fractured, space itself shattering as the Tremor power slammed head-on into the descending claw.
The destruction wasn't as overwhelming as one might imagine—after all, the Three-Tails was famed for its defensive strength.
Still, the impact forced Isobu to stagger back.
And that alone was enough.
Namikaze Kirito smiled in satisfaction.
To repel a tailed beast with a single punch—this result exceeded his expectations.
He had originally planned to suppress Isobu directly with the Tremor Fruit's power, but a new idea suddenly surfaced.
"A giant tailed beast…" he murmured. "If I don't use that newly acquired ability here, it'd be a waste."
Back in his previous life, it was never the Sharingan or even the Rinnegan that truly stirred his heart.
Not because they weren't strong—but because something else resonated with him more.
Wood Style.
The image of Senju Hashirama's overwhelming presence—his power calming an entire era of chaos—made his blood boil.
Now that he possessed that ability himself… how could he not use it?
Namikaze Kirito brought his palms together.
"Ninjutsu—whatever works."
…Of course, that was a joke.
"Wood Style: Wooden Dragon Technique!"
BOOM—!
The earth exploded apart.
A massive wooden structure burst forth from the ground, twisting and coiling as it rose. In seconds, it took the form of a colossal wooden dragon, its presence so vivid it seemed truly alive.
Deep underground, every ninja watching the scene stood frozen in shock.
"Wood Style?!"
"The ninjutsu of the God of Shinobi—Senju Hashirama?!"
"I thought no one could use Wood Style anymore!"
"How could someone from the Uzumaki clan awaken the Senju clan's Wood Style?! That makes no sense!"
No one could count how many times Namikaze Kirito had already shocked them—endless abilities, monstrous physical strength…
And now, even Hashirama's Wood Style had appeared.
Just moments ago, they had been prepared to intervene if things went out of control. Not to help either side—but because a rampaging, controlled Three-Tails could easily devastate the village.
Now?
They felt only chills.
Help? Completely unnecessary.
Terumi Mei bit her lower lip, eyes fixed on Namikaze Kirito.
Even she was shaken to the core.
According to the records, Senju Hashirama had relied on Wood Style to dominate the shinobi world. Even the tailed beasts were little more than toys in his hands.
The tailed beasts of every major village were once captured by him.
And now… Wood Style had returned.
In the hands of such an ambitious man.
Was this a blessing—or a calamity?
One thing was certain.
He could not be made into an enemy.
Hashirama's Wood Style had been guided by his desire for peace, his refusal to suppress others through sheer force.
But if that same power were wielded by someone else…
It would be a nightmare.
With that thought, Terumi Mei tightened her focus on the battlefield.
Elsewhere—
Inside a dark room, Uchiha Obito nearly leapt to his feet.
Through his control over Yagura, he had seen everything—directly through Yagura's eyes.
"Wood Style?! How is that possible?!"
"Even after transplanting Hashirama's cells, I can barely use Wood Style at all!"
"That Wooden Dragon Technique is far beyond me—how could Namikaze Kirito awaken Wood Style?!"
This wasn't just about combat power.
It was a symbol.
Obito was using the name Uchiha Madara.
In the Sengoku Era, the so-called Ninja Shura had been utterly defeated by the God of Shinobi.
Madara was terrifying—but Hashirama was even more monstrous.
After all, the world believed Madara had died at Hashirama's hands.
That reputation made the name Uchiha Madara an effective bluff.
But now?
If Wood Style appeared again… in the hands of a new monster like Namikaze Kirito—
What meaning would that name still have?
How was he supposed to play this?!
Even Isobu hesitated.
Despite being under control, the Three-Tails couldn't suppress the instinctive fear rising within it.
That chakra.
That technique.
Wood Style—the power that once suppressed and sealed all tailed beasts.
Before it could react further, the wooden dragon roared and surged forward, charging straight at it.
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