If You Don’t Obey, I'll Beat You

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The Fourth Hokage's jaw tightened as Uchiha Kitaro formed a colossal Rasengan to meet Kurama's growing Tailed Beast Bomb head-on. A sinking realization gripped him—Kitaro wasn't planning to evade. He was aiming for a direct collision.

Kitaro smirked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "If you won't obey, I'll just beat you until you do."

"TAILED BEAST BOMB!!!"

"WIND STYLE: ULTRA MASSIVE RASENSHURIKEN!!!"

The two attacks roared to life, hurtling toward each other with catastrophic force.

The ground beneath them cracked and heaved as the sheer energy of their jutsu carved trenches into the earth.

Minato's face went pale. "This is bad! Everyone, get close to me—NOW!"

There was no time to argue. The group scrambled toward him, hands gripping his shoulders just as he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Whoosh!

They vanished in a flash of yellow light, just as the two titanic attacks collided.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The resulting explosion wasn't just destructive—it was apocalyptic. A blinding sphere of light erupted, brighter than the sun and large enough to light up the horizon.

The force rippled outward in an unstoppable wave, flattening mountains, incinerating forests, and sending massive shockwaves for miles.

Kurama was blasted backward, his massive frame tumbling through the air. Even with layers of chakra protecting him, the impact was brutal.

As for Kitaro? He didn't flinch.

Standing tall, his entire body hardened with jet-black Armament Haki, Kitaro crossed his arms and braced himself. The explosion's energy washed over him, the ground around him fracturing and sinking under the pressure. But he didn't move an inch.

Whoosh!

Minato's group reappeared on a distant mountaintop, several kilometers from the epicenter. Even from this distance, the shockwaves were palpable.

The ground cracked beneath them, debris filled the air, and the oppressive roar of destruction raged on.

For several tense minutes, they shielded their eyes from the blinding light, waiting for the chaos to subside.

When the dust finally settled, what they saw was beyond comprehension.

The once-mountainous region was gone. A barren, smoking wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see.

Rivers had evaporated, and the massive lake that once defined the area had been erased, leaving nothing but scorched earth.

"This... this is insane," Guy muttered, staring at the devastation. "You don't think Kitaro actually tried to tank that explosion, do you?"

"...He wouldn't, right?" Kakashi added, though his tone betrayed his uncertainty.

Silence.

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but no one answered.

"Say something, damn it!" Guy finally shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

Minato exhaled, his expression grave. "Knowing Kitaro… he probably did. From the start, I don't think he ever intended to use the Sharingan to control Kurama."

"That's not his style. He's trying to overpower Kurama with sheer force. Running away would never fit his plan."

Orochimaru chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You've come to understand my disciple quite well, Minato."

Orochimaru couldn't help but admire Kitaro's audacity. He wasn't just powerful—he was relentless. The kind of warrior who never backed down, no matter the odds.

Orochimaru's mind drifted back to when Kitaro first approached him, a mere child of six.

Despite Orochimaru's fearsome reputation, Kitaro had been undeterred, demanding to be trained. Intrigued, Orochimaru set a series of trials to scare the boy off.

The first test was a den of snakes summoned from Ryuchi Cave. The snakes were given one order: don't kill the boy—just terrify him.

By morning, the snakes were battered, bruised, and lying submissively around Kitaro.

The boy had beaten them into obedience. Fearless and unyielding, he'd proved himself a natural at taming even the most dangerous creatures.

From then on, Kitaro only grew stronger. Ninjutsu, kenjutsu, strategy—he mastered them all. His natural talent was unmatched, but it was his unbreakable resolve that truly set him apart.

Orochimaru still remembered their first sparring session. Underestimating the boy, Orochimaru had been caught off guard by Kitaro's raw power.

At just seven years old, Kitaro had nearly overwhelmed him in combat. By then, Orochimaru knew he was training a monster.

And now, watching the aftermath of Kitaro's battle with Kurama, Orochimaru's grin widened.

"Extraordinary as always," he murmured.

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