Chapter 87

The Red King vs. Killer Bee: The Dance of Destruction

Killer Bee's assault on the Uzumaki warriors was relentless. He wasn't just throwing out attacks—he was calculating, probing for weaknesses, testing the limits of the Uzumaki's barriers. But this time, he wasn't facing ordinary warriors.

The Uzumaki were not the same clan that had been massacred decades ago. These warriors were monsters—their seals were more than just inscriptions; they were part of their very being.

But there was one among them who stood above the rest.

Mikoto Uzumaki.

The Red King.

Unlike the others, Mikoto didn't just let his shields take the impact—he reacted. His body blurred, and with an effortless swipe of his hand, he redirected Bee's Dark Storm straight toward the civilian quarters of Kumo.

Bee's heart clenched. His own attack, the technique meant to cripple the Uzumaki forces, was now falling toward innocent people.

There was no hesitation.

Bee flared his chakra outward like a tidal wave, forming a protective dome around Kumo. His control over Sage Mode allowed him to absorb and dissipate his own energy, preventing what could have been a catastrophic disaster.

If he had reacted even a second too late, the entire city would have been wiped from existence.

Bee exhaled, his golden aura pulsing violently. He turned to Ay, his voice low but firm.

"Brother… I need to go."

Without waiting for a response, Bee launched himself into the sky, soaring toward the Red King.

Mikoto watched his approach, his lips curling into a smile full of bloodlust. His eyes glowed, but it wasn't just his eyes.

His entire body—his bones, skin, hair, and even his blood—was covered in Fuinjutsu seals.

And they were not random inscriptions.

Every seal on his body was microscopic, so small that thousands of them fit within a single square inch of his flesh. But these tiny seals were not independent—they combined in a precise order, forming larger and more complex arrays that layered over one another like a perfect mathematical equation.

The result?

Mikoto's very existence was a walking catastrophe.

The sheer amount of chakra sealed into his body over the years was immeasurable. Each cell of his body was a reservoir of stored energy, refined and compressed over time, making him a living nuclear warhead.

But the real terror came from his personal seal—the one that defined him.

Every Uzumaki warrior possessed a unique seal—a symbol of their power and understanding of the world.

Mikoto's was Fire.

But this was not ordinary fire.

Not the fire of the Hokage's jutsu.

Not the fire of Amaterasu's endless black flames.

Mikoto's fire was beyond natural comprehension—it was fire as destruction incarnate.

It was fire that did not just burn.

It erased.

Disintegrated.

Obliterated.

The very concept of what it touched would cease to exist.

His flames burned hotter than the core of the Sun, yet they did not produce light or heat like normal fire. Instead, they devoured everything in their path, reducing them to less than ash—to absolute nothingness.

This was not just an ability.

This was Mikoto's understanding of fire made into reality.

And now, that power was directed at Killer Bee.

Mikoto Uzumaki's voice carried across the battlefield, steady and confident, yet filled with an underlying menace.

"I will warn you—dodge my attacks."

Killer Bee smirked, his body already thrumming with Sage Mode's heightened awareness. "Thanks, but I ain't needing it. I always know when I need to dodge."

Even before the attack was unleashed, Bee could feel the shift in the world around him. His instincts screamed at him, and just as the deceptively small fireballs materialized near his body, he vanished, narrowly avoiding them. To the untrained eye, the fireballs looked harmless—tiny, flickering embers no larger than a spark from a flame.

But Bee wasn't fooled.

These flames did not simply burn—they materialized at a fixed point in space, their existence woven into reality itself. They weren't moving through the air; they were emerging directly onto their target. The only reason Bee had escaped was because of Sage Mode's predictive ability.

With a sharp motion, Bee waved his hand, sending forth a wave of darkness, seeking to swallow the flames into his void.

For a moment, it seemed like the flames would be consumed—

Then his own darkness caught fire.

Bee's eyes widened as his darkness was burned away, eaten as if it were nothing more than dry paper thrown into a roaring inferno.

Inside his mind, Gyūki's voice rumbled with concern.

'It's burning the space itself. This isn't normal fire—this is destruction incarnate.'

Bee clicked his tongue, his mind racing.

'We really need to up our game before we hit rock bottom.'

Mikoto, watching Bee's reaction with a knowing smirk, slowly raised his palm. His voice dripped with amusement.

"I was beginning to think this battle was beneath me—slow, dull, predictable. But maybe... maybe you'll actually make this entertaining."

At his command, ten layers of Fuinjutsu circles appeared before him, forming an intricate, interconnected web of seals. They shimmered with power, each one representing a different function, a different application of his fire.

Then, without warning—

Flames erupted across the sky.

Not simple fire, but a sea of crimson destruction, stretching outward in every direction. The sky itself seemed to scream as space twisted under the sheer intensity of the heat.

Bee reacted instantly, rising into the sky, leaving behind a void of darkness that spread across the battlefield, clashing against the firestorm. His darkness was being eaten, but unlike before, it did not disappear immediately. Instead, it fought back, continuously regenerating as it sought to consume the flames.

This was Guilty Black—a technique where Bee unleashed a stream of corrosive, chakra-eating ink from his mouth, one that consumed nature energy to sustain itself. The moment it began, it would continue indefinitely, feeding off the very life force of the world.

The battlefield became a war between elements, a sky split in two—one side engulfed in hellish flames, the other drowned in a never-ending abyss of darkness.

But Bee knew this wasn't enough.

His eyes narrowed as he analyzed Mikoto's body. The Red King was not running out of chakra. His seals were continuously supplying him with energy, making him a nearly unstoppable force. If Bee wanted to win, he needed to force Mikoto to burn through his reserves.

As if sensing his strategy, Mikoto changed tactics. From the burning vortex of flames, he forged spears of pure destruction, each one sharper than the finest blade.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent them raining down toward Bee.

Bee reacted with inhuman speed, his body vanishing—but the moment he reappeared behind Mikoto, the automatic shield activated.

Instead of retreating, Bee's body morphed into corrosive ink, a decoy that exploded upon contact, releasing a thunderous cloud of lightning that crackled through the sky.

Mikoto didn't even blink. His body moved instinctively, guided by seals embedded deep within his mind. His eyes tracked Bee's real position even as the lightning raged around him.

But Bee didn't stop moving.

He stayed in constant motion, teleporting between locations at full speed, blasting Mikoto with beams of red and black lightning, a mixture of Gyūki's demonic chakra and his own Sage-enhanced electricity.

The automatic barrier absorbed and deflected each hit, but Bee's raw speed made it impossible for Mikoto to fully retaliate.

Mikoto's chakra reserves, while vast, were not infinite. And Bee knew it.

The Red King's expression shifted slightly as he felt the drain on his energy.

Then he changed the battlefield.

His body ignited—but this time, he did not simply use flames.

His entire form became fire itself.

Mikoto had abandoned his physical body, assuming his Flame Form—a transformation that allowed him to survive without relying on teleportation, making him nearly untouchable and vastly increasing his destructive capabilities.

And that wasn't all.

With a motion of his hand, he unleashed his chains.

Red Uzumaki Chains, burning with his personal flames, erupted from his body, spreading across the battlefield like a living net. The moment Bee stepped into their range—

The world shifted.

A barrier snapped into place, cutting off all avenues of escape.

Teleportation? Impossible.

Movement? Severely restricted.

And worst of all?

The chains drained chakra, steadily weakening those caught within.

Mikoto's voice was calm. "Now, you cannot run."

But Bee was no amateur.

There was no panic, no hesitation—only action.

As soon as the chains formed, he kept his distance, his horns crackling with stored energy.

This entire time, he had been charging something.

A storm.

And now—

He unleashed it.

Condenser Storm.

A massive vortex of red lightning erupted in the confined space, coating everything in a storm of destruction. Unlike his previous attacks, this was not a single strike—this was a living storm, a force of nature that continued to grow stronger with every passing second.

Bee did not remain separate from the attack.

Instead, he became one with it.

His body merged with the lightning, allowing him to move at unthinkable speeds within the storm, turning him into a force of chaos itself.

The chains struggled to contain him, the flames battled against the storm, and yet—

The battlefield only continued to escalate.

Both warriors knew—

This battle had only just begun.

 

The storm raged on, growing more violent with each passing second as Killer Bee continued feeding it with his Terra Blaster. The vortex of red lightning roared across the battlefield, tearing through the confined space of Mikoto's barrier, its power devouring everything in its path.

Mikoto Uzumaki's expression hardened. The storm was an anomaly—a force that drained chakra at an unsustainable rate, sapping his reserves faster than he had anticipated. It wasn't just an attack; it was a living catastrophe, one that refused to be quelled.

For the first time, Mikoto hesitated.

His greatest weapon—his flames—were being challenged. The storm ate away at the oxygen, making it impossible for him to unleash large-scale flames, as they would constantly struggle against the raging lightning, consuming more of his energy than he could afford.

This wasn't a battle of overwhelming firepower anymore.

If he continued like this, he would burn through his reserves before Bee did. He had to adapt.

With a flick of his fingers, the barrier began to shrink.

At first, it was subtle—a few meters closing in. But then, suddenly—

The space contracted violently, pressing down on Bee like a crushing fist.

Mikoto's body vanished from within the battlefield, slipping through a teleportation seal just before the zone collapsed. The barrier now became a suffocating prison, pressing against Bee's very being, leaving no room to maneuver, no space to escape.

Bee gritted his teeth as the walls of chakra constricted, pressing against his skin. He was still winning—his storm was still fighting back—but the moment the barrier touched his body, the situation changed.

With a single command, Mikoto's chains activated.

The moment they made contact, thousands of intricate Fuinjutsu seals ignited across Bee's body, spreading like wildfire from the exact points where the chains had wrapped around him.

The suppression effect of the Uzumaki chains was already difficult to deal with, but now? The seals were weakening him.

His muscles strained, his chakra flow slowed, and worst of all—the seals burned him from the inside out.

Bee's entire body screamed in agony, his natural corrosive energy struggling to break free.

Mikoto's voice echoed through the battlefield.

"This is the end, Killer Bee."

Bee laughed through the pain, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

"Gaea, I hope you're watching… 'cause I'm about to go with a boom."

Mikoto's eyes widened.

That tone—that reckless resolve

Bee was about to self-destruct.

The Forbidden Gates: The Final Surge

Mikoto tried to react, but it was too late.

Bee took a deep breath, and for the first time in his life, he unleashed all eight gates within his body.

The Eight Gates of Death.

The same technique that had allowed Might Guy to challenge the Ten-Tails Madara, a move that unleashed the primal, Otsutsuki energy buried deep within the human body.

The battlefield erupted in pure, uncontrolled power.

The moment Bee released it, the barrier shattered—not cracked, not weakened—shattered instantly, unable to withstand the sheer force of what had just been unleashed.

For a fleeting second, Bee became something beyond human.

His chakra surged, his body burned from within, and the entire world froze in the face of his unleashed might.

He moved.

It was not an attack—it was a single swing.

A single movement of his tentacle, a simple slash from his blade.

And yet—

It was enough to cut apart reality itself.

The earth split beneath them.

The heavens quaked in response.

The slash did not stop.

It tore through the battlefield, carving a path beyond the horizon. It reached past the planet, past the moon—beyond the very limits of the world itself.

And if not for Gaea's intervention, the planet would have been erased.

Mikoto never saw it coming.

The slash ripped through him, nearly shattering his core Fuinjutsu seal, the very foundation of his power.

Every other seal on his body vanished instantly.

His body barely survived.

A moment later, his vision blurred—

And the Red King collapsed from the sky.

Bee wasn't any better.

His body, pushed beyond all limits, had reached its breaking point. The price of the Eight Gates was absolute—his flesh burned, his muscles torn apart, his own life force draining from him faster than he could recover.

Like Mikoto, Bee fell.

The two warriors, once standing as gods of battle, now plummeted toward the earth, their strength completely exhausted.

Before they could crash, a golden light flashed.

Dozens of Uzumaki warriors appeared, their expressions grim but determined.

Under the orders of the Gold King, they moved swiftly, securing both fighters and transporting them back to Uzu.

The battle was over.

For now.