Chapter 166 : Sand Village is Gone

From now on, let the Sand Shinobi feel true despair.

The massive Tailed Beast Bomb blots out the sky, a harbinger of annihilation. Beneath its overwhelming presence, the shinobi of Sunagakure tremble. Can they escape? No. There is nowhere to run.

A suffocating air of hopelessness settles over the village. Legs buckle, warriors collapse. Their will to fight has shattered.

"Hey, don't give up! Run!" Granny Chiyo, Baki, and the few remaining leaders cry out, their voices drowned in desperation.

But what use is it?

Escape? To where? This is their home. And now, it is their grave.

Hovering above, Kurama watches, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory amusement.

"Karura, will you miss this place?" he muses, his voice carrying an eerie detachment.

Nostalgia? A meaningless concept. There is nothing left to cherish.

"Lord Kurama, destroy it all. There is no reason for this village to exist anymore."

Kurama grins, his fangs bared. To him, the lives below are nothing more than ants.

A mere flick of his claw sends the monstrous black sphere plummeting towards Sunagakure.

"No! Please, no!"

"Why? Why must Sand Shinobi suffer this fate?"

Their cries of despair mean nothing.

The weak do not deserve mercy. The desert will reclaim them.

Karura, Kushina, and Mikoto avert their gaze, covering their ears against the wails of their doomed enemies.

Kurama glances at them, expression unreadable.

The three women immediately lower their hands. A silent command had been given, and they dared not disobey. Karura reacts the quickest, stepping forward to press her hands over Kurama's ears in a feigned act of tenderness.

Kurama chuckles. "Not bad."

Then—

Boom.

A cataclysmic explosion swallows Sunagakure whole. If Deidara were here, he would weep at the sight—true art, beyond even his grandest dreams.

When Deidara fought Gaara, his C3 barely scratched the village. But Kurama's Tailed Beast Bomb?

It is destruction incarnate.

The sky is set ablaze. The desert quakes. A colossal mushroom cloud rises, splitting the heavens. The very air trembles under the force of annihilation.

Dust to dust. Ash to ash.

When the smoke clears, there is nothing left. No ruins, no survivors—only an endless sea of sand.

Sunagakure no longer exists.

From this moment forward, there are only four Great Nations.

Kurama exhales, his amusement fading. "Let's go."

With that, he, Karura, Kushina, and Mikoto vanish into the sky.

This time, Kurama does not immediately return to Konoha. He is in no rush.

The world is vast, and he intends to savor the journey.

As night falls, the group arrives at the border of the Land of Fire.

The roads are empty, the villages silent. There is no inn, no lodging to be found. Even the most hardened warriors feel a chill in the darkness.

Kushina, Mikoto, and Karura instinctively press closer to Kurama, seeking warmth and security.

Mikoto shivers, rubbing her arms. "Lord Kurama, should we stop for the night?"

"Wait."

Kurama weaves a single hand sign.

In an instant, a sprawling wooden mansion rises from the ground, its elegant design a testament to Hashirama's forgotten power.

Kushina and Mikoto exchange unimpressed glances—Yamato pulled this trick all the time during missions.

But Karura? She stares, awestruck. "You can use Wood Release? Isn't that the First Hokage's legendary ability?"

She swallows. "Master Kurama… you are truly beyond comprehension."

Her admiration for him deepens.

Inside, warmth replaces the bitter cold. The four warriors settle in, the exhaustion of battle catching up to them.

As the night drags on, Mikoto finds herself unable to sleep.

Kurama moves with predatory grace, his attention shifting towards her.

"Lord Kurama…"

A flush of color stains Mikoto's cheeks.

Kurama's touch is deliberate, teasing. Mikoto bites her lip, yielding without resistance.

By the time the sun rises, Mikoto is nestled against him, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Good morning, Lord Kurama," she murmurs, her voice still laced with sleep.

Kushina groans from across the room, rubbing her temples. "Tch. You're way too damn affectionate first thing in the morning."

Karura, ever the quiet observer, merely chuckles.

The group does not linger.

With a flick of his wrist, Kurama invokes the Flying Thunder God, transporting them back to Konoha in an instant.

Kushina stumbles into her home, collapsing onto her futon. Karura, still dazed, wordlessly follows suit.

Kurama and Mikoto, however, stride into the Hokage's office.

Tsunade glances up from her paperwork, raising a brow. "Hn? You're back already?"

She pauses, noticing Kurama's expression—or rather, the distinct lack of Sunagakure's location on the map behind him.

A beat of silence.

"...Wait. You're kidding. You actually erased Sunagakure?"

Kurama says nothing. He doesn't need to.

Tsunade leans back in her chair, a slow smirk curling on her lips. "Damn. You really went through with it."

She shakes her head, cracking her knuckles. "Alright then. Time to get to work. We're about to see some serious power shifts in the world. The Five Great Nations have existed since the days of the First Hokage. But now? Now, we're down to four."

She taps her desk. "The other villages will be scrambling. Konoha can't afford to lag behind."

Kurama merely nods, his thoughts already elsewhere.

Far from Konoha, a lone figure trudges through the vast desert that was once Sunagakure.

A puppetmaster, cloaked in crimson, his expression unreadable beneath his cowl.

Sasori of the Red Sand surveys the devastation.

He kneels, running his fingers through the scorched earth.

"So… this is what remains."

A memory flickers—his childhood home, the scent of metal and sawdust, the embrace of his grandmother.

Gone.

His voice is a whisper. "Kurama."

Fury swells within him.

There is only one course of action left.

Vengeance.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Lightning…

"Sunagakure is gone?!"

The Third Raikage slams his fist into his desk, the entire room shaking with the force of his rage.

His envoy had traveled to Sunagakure for negotiations.

They had found only sand.

At first, they thought they were lost. They circled the desert, seeking some sign of life.

But there was nothing.

No village. No survivors. Just an empty wasteland.

The Cloud Shinobi envoy returned, breathless and shaken, with one message.

"The sands have swallowed Sunagakure whole."

The Third Raikage clenches his jaw, his muscles flexing with unrestrained fury.

"Kurama… what the hell have you done?"

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