Chapter 6: The Hunt For The Beasts

Gojo never thought he'd be chasing giant, rage-filled monsters across the continent, but here he was.

Hashirama had a vision—balance. He believed the only way to keep the newly forming villages from tearing each other apart was to divide the power of the Tailed Beasts evenly among them.

It was a noble idea.

It was also a pain in the ass.

Gojo sighed, standing atop a broken cliff, staring down at the colossal Four-Tails as it roared beneath him, its magma-coated fists turning the earth into molten slag.

"Why do I always get dragged into this crap?"

The Plan

Before setting out, they had gathered in Konoha's Hokage Office.

Tobirama sat behind the desk, already assuming command while Hashirama was away. "You're both wasting time. These creatures are unpredictable. This is a foolish mission."

Hashirama smiled, unbothered. "I've already made up my mind."

Tobirama exhaled sharply. "And why is he going?" He gestured at Gojo, who was balancing a kunai on one finger.

Gojo grinned. "Because I make things fun."

Tobirama ignored him. "You're better suited here, brother. Let me handle the beasts."

Hashirama shook his head. "No. This isn't about force. It's about trust. If we simply overpower them, we'll only make them resent us. I need to do this myself."

Tobirama crossed his arms. "Then why bring him?"

Gojo smirked. "Moral support."

Hashirama chuckled. "Because if something does go wrong, I want someone who can keep up."

Tobirama scowled but didn't argue further. "Fine. Just don't destroy the entire continent while you're at it."

Clash with the Yonbi

Now, standing in the scorched valley where the Four-Tails raged, Gojo sighed, adjusting his blindfold.

"You sure this thing wants to talk, Hashirama? Because it really looks like it just wants to kill us."

The Four-Tails—Son Gokū—snorted, lava dripping from its jaws.

"Foolish humans. You think you can just claim us like cattle?"

Hashirama stepped forward, hands raised. "I don't seek to claim you. Only to bring balance—"

The beast roared, shaking the heavens. "Your kind has done nothing but hunt us like animals! I will not be tamed!"

Gojo sighed. "Yeah, I figured this wouldn't be a tea party."

The ground exploded as the Four-Tails lunged forward, a tidal wave of magma erupting in its wake.

Hashirama leapt back, weaving hand signs. "Wood Style: Deep Forest Bloom!"

Massive roots surged forward, twisting around the beast, holding it in place.

But Son Gokū fought back.

With a furious heave, it shattered the roots, magma surging through the cracks. The valley melted beneath them, turning into a molten wasteland.

Gojo whistled. "Damn. I like this guy."

Hashirama shot him a look. "Can you stop admiring the monster and help?"

Gojo stretched. "Yeah, yeah."

He disappeared.

In a blink, he was above the Four-Tails, his hand glowing with Reversal: Red.

He fired.

A crimson blast hammered the beast, sending it crashing through mountains, the force reshaping the land itself.

Gojo landed beside Hashirama, hands in his pockets. "You're welcome."

Hashirama sighed. "You didn't have to hit it that hard."

A deep rumble filled the air.

The Four-Tails pulled itself from the rubble, glaring at Gojo. "You… You are different."

Gojo smirked. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Hashirama stepped forward. "Let us end this without more destruction. I only wish to create balance."

The beast stared at him for a long moment. Then, finally, it huffed.

"…You are not like the others. But if you try to use us as weapons, I will burn your world to ash."

Hashirama nodded. "I understand."

With that, the first Tailed Beast was secured.

The Hunt Continues

The mission took weeks.

One by one, they tracked down the Tailed Beasts.

Some resisted. Others listened.

Gojo's fights with them reshaped landscapes.

The Six-Tails created an entire new lake when Gojo blasted it out of a swamp.

The Seven-Tails nearly flattened a mountain before Hashirama calmed it down.

The Eight-Tails fought them for three days straight before finally giving in.