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Chapter 84: Killer B! The Eight-Tails Jinchūriki!

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Uchiha Haru rode the wooden dragon as he slowly advanced.

He was alone, yet the sheer pressure he exuded made countless ninjas tremble from deep within. His overwhelming presence was suffocating, more so because the Hidden Cloud Village's original battle plan had been thrown into chaos. Panic crept into the hearts of even the most battle-hardened shinobi.

Haru's immense strength was undeniable, but the fear also stemmed from something deeper—they had lost control. The enemy they meant to ambush now floated calmly above them, and their so-called countermeasures were crumbling.

C clenched his jaw, barely restraining the urge to curse aloud.

They were more than capable of handling a direct confrontation with the Uchiha clan. Their numbers were strong. Their power, formidable. But at this critical moment, the one man entrusted to confront Uchiha Haru had vanished without a trace. Unreliable as ever.

But that man carried special status. Even C, the one hailed as the "left hand" of the Fourth Raikage, dared not openly complain.

Samui's expression was equally grim.

She had been the one tasked with notifying that man. And now, when his presence was most needed, he was nowhere to be found. Whether she admitted it or not, she bore some responsibility.

"Don't panic! Stay calm, everyone!" C commanded with a booming voice.

Their numbers still gave them an edge.

Even without that man's aid, they were elite shinobi of the Hidden Cloud. They were not to be underestimated. That man's presence would have made things easier—yes—but even if they suffered some initial setbacks, this was no time to lose heart.

Still, despite his effort to remain composed, C could feel the sweat forming in his palms.

The oppressive power radiating from the young Uchiha above was beyond anything he'd experienced. Not even that man—not even the Fourth Raikage himself—had ever made him feel this way.

"Everyone, attack together!" C bellowed.

This was no time to hesitate. Haru was alone. He refused to believe that so many of them couldn't take down one man.

The others reacted swiftly, battle instincts kicking in.

No matter how daunting the enemy, they wouldn't know the outcome unless they struck.

"Lightning Release: Thunderball!"

"Lightning Release: Black Spear!"

One after another, the Hidden Cloud shinobi launched their attacks.

There were more than a hundred of them—each a skilled jōnin, with several elite jōonin among them, even a few just shy of Kage level. Rows upon rows of high-level Lightning Release techniques burst forth, crackling with blinding intensity.

White lightning ripped through the forest, illuminating the night like a blazing sun.

Each individual technique may not have been fatal to a Kage-level shinobi, but when over a hundred powerful jutsu collided together in a unified assault, the sheer force reached a level few could endure.

The mass of lightning descended on Uchiha Haru with breakneck speed—a torrent of deadly chakra compressed into razor-sharp precision.

Lightning Release, by nature, was known for its speed.

And now, fueled by the chakra of so many, it raced through the air, becoming an unavoidable tide of destruction.

Yet Uchiha Haru didn't flinch.

He floated above them, utterly motionless.

His blood-red Mangekyō Sharingan glowed in the darkness, and his gaze held only indifference—a cold, contemptuous disdain for what they called an attack.

Even the massive wooden dragon beneath his feet echoed his arrogance.

Though a construct of Wood Release—and lacking any sentience—it seemed to share its master's pride. It coiled through the air like a celestial beast, roaring toward the heavens in defiance.

It was a declaration of dominance.

A warning to the mortals below.

Then came the impact.

BOOM!

An earth-shaking roar split the air as the Lightning Release jutsu collided with the wooden dragon.

Blinding white light erupted, engulfing the battlefield. The glare was so intense that it painted the night in daylight. Every tree, every blade of grass, every face was illuminated as if the world had been set aflame.

Then came silence.

The Hidden Cloud shinobi were panting heavily, their chakra reserves drained. They had thrown everything into that strike, confident that nothing could withstand it.

Surely, no one could survive that.

But as the light faded—so did their hope.

Uchiha Haru stood untouched.

Only the dragon's head showed signs of damage—minor cracks and splinters where the jutsu had struck. But far from weakening it, the damage seemed to enrage the beast, making its presence even more ferocious.

Haru crossed his arms, still floating in place, unbothered.

The battlefield fell into a stunned silence.

"This... this can't be real..."

C stared at Haru with wide eyes. For the first time, he understood why Konoha had let the Uchiha clan go without a fight.

Samui's face had gone pale.

Shock, disbelief, and something else flickered in her expression—something unnameable.

Haru looked to be about her age. Maybe a year older. But the strength he possessed was monstrous. Beyond anything she'd ever seen.

What kind of person was Uchiha Haru?

Who was this monster, birthed from the flames of war?

Facing the shocked eyes of the ninjas from the Hidden Cloud Village below, Uchiha Haru looked indifferent.

Since acquiring the Uchiha Clan Extermination Night Simulation System, he'd seen that look of disbelief more times than he could count. At this point, it bored him.

It didn't make him feel proud or accomplished. It just made everything feel... tedious.

He had thought the Hidden Cloud Village would bring out something impressive. Some secret weapon. Some formidable strategy.

But this? This was it?

Pathetic.

Just as he prepared to strike and eliminate all these weaklings in one move, a strange, rhythmically awkward rap pierced the stillness of the night.

"You idiot, you bastard!"

"You almost wrecked the plan, disaster-mastered!"

That voice snapped the Cloud Village ninjas out of their shock and panic. Their eyes lit up with hope.

Even though they were usually annoyed by his constant rapping, right now, there was no sound more reassuring.

He had arrived.

With a flash of the Body Flicker Technique, a figure appeared before them.

Dark skin. Pale blond hair. Sunglasses perched on his face. Seven finely honed blades sheathed across his body.

Each blade was a deadly extension of himself, an arsenal wielded with fluid mastery.

He was the Hidden Cloud Village's secret weapon. The younger brother of the Fourth Raikage. The Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails.

Killer Bee.

The Perfect Jinchūriki.

He had gained renown during the Third Shinobi World War. His legendary battle against the Yellow Flash, Namikaze Minato—which ended in a draw—was still spoken of with awe.

Years later, his strength had only deepened.

In the Hidden Cloud, where strength dictated status, Killer Bee was second only to his brother.

The Fourth Raikage wouldn't have sent him unless this matter was truly critical.

With a tumble, a leap, and a dramatic pose, Killer Bee landed before Uchiha Haru.

His seven swords lashed out in succession. The speed of his strikes, the fluidity of his movement—dizzying. Almost impossible to track.

Any ordinary Kage-level ninja would have sustained injuries within three exchanges.

Killer Bee's taijutsu was unmatched by anyone Haru had fought before.

Well, anyone not named Might Guy with all Eight Inner Gates opened.

Still, Haru's expression remained calm.

He knew the Naruto world.

He knew that Uchiha Sasuke, with his Mangekyō Sharingan, had once fought Killer Bee.

Sasuke struggled, not because he couldn't see Bee's movements—but because he couldn't keep up.

Bee was that fast.

But Uchiha Haru wasn't Sasuke.

He possessed the physique of the Ōtsutsuki. He didn't need to grind taijutsu; every level of strength he gained made his body more efficient, more responsive, more powerful.

He could follow Killer Bee's movements.

No—he could outpace them.

With a single kunai in hand, he countered every slash.

Left, right, low, high—no matter how the blades spun or where they came from, Haru deflected them effortlessly.

The wooden dragon he rode remained still, uninvolved.

It wasn't that he couldn't use it.

He just didn't want to.

It wasn't every day you found someone worth fighting with your fists. This was fun. Killing him too fast would ruin it.

Killer Bee frowned.

He sensed it too.

This was no ordinary opponent.

Until now, only his brother had matched him in pure taijutsu. But the young man before him? He wasn't just keeping up. He was reading Bee's rhythm.

And worst of all? He didn't seem remotely impressed.

Still, Killer Bee had one more weapon: chaos.

He began rapping again.

"Feelin' good, let's write a beat! I got rhymes that'll knock you off your feet!"

"Fly, fool, fly! Like a butterfly in the sky!"

He continued his nonsensical verses, each line an attempt to throw off Haru's rhythm.

He looked like a clown, but his battle sense was sharp. He understood battlefield manipulation. Psychological pressure.

He was trying to provoke Haru. Get inside his head. Push him to make a mistake.

Because geniuses, no matter how powerful, often had one fatal flaw: arrogance.

Push them enough, and they'd crack.

But something wasn't working.

CLANG!

The kunai clashed with one of Bee's swords. Sparks exploded into the air.

Both fighters retreated simultaneously, eyes locked.

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