Naruto :Madam, You Don’t Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right?97.70%

Chapter 85 : Don't Set the Flag Too Early!

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Uchiha Haru still hovered in midair, his crimson eyes reflecting the group of Cloud shinobi below.

Killer Bee now stood in front of the Hidden Cloud Village's forces, arms loose at his sides, the seven blades on his back shimmering under the moonlight.

"Great! Lord Killer Bee is here!"

"With Lord Bee here, we have nothing to fear!"

The shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village erupted in cheers, their morale suddenly restored.

To them, Killer Bee was not just a Jinchūriki—he was the perfect Jinchūriki, one who had complete control over the Eight-Tails. His strength was legendary, and his previous scuffle with Uchiha Haru didn't show him falling behind in the slightest.

In their minds, if anyone could take down Haru, it was Killer Bee.

But Killer Bee himself wore a subtle frown that contradicted the bravado of his rhyming banter.

The fight earlier might have looked evenly matched from the outside, but he knew better. He had gone all out—fluid movement, full strength, sharp focus. Yet the young Uchiha barely looked serious, parrying effortlessly, almost like he was simply taking a walk in the park.

That was what unsettled him.

Haru hadn't shown a shred of effort.

A truly terrifying opponent.

Still, Killer Bee maintained his smile and kept up his usual rhythmic flow.

"I still got gas in the tank, my rhymes go clank!"

"I'm the Eight-Tails' host, so toast to the most!"

"I'm the shinobi superstar, Killer Bee in the spotlight—Ohhh yeah!"

He ended with a peace sign and an exaggerated pose, his voice bouncing off the valley walls.

Haru floated above, unimpressed. A small smirk curled on his lips.

"Killer Bee ?"

He couldn't help but chuckle. Hip-hop master or not, was this man actually insulting himself in rhyme?

Still, the lyrical flow was awful. One-note rhymes, lazy bars… Haru wasn't sure whether to feel amused or pained by it.

C stepped up beside Killer Bee and lowered his voice, concern written clearly across his face.

"Lord Killer Bee… how is it?"

Though he trusted Bee completely, the battle had looked a little too comfortable for Haru. And that unsettled him.

Following behind C was Samui, stoic as always, her sharp eyes locked on the hovering Uchiha.

Killer Bee leaned in slightly, his usual grin intact, but his tone far more serious now.

"You two... watch closely. If things go south—get out. Don't hesitate."

Then, almost immediately, he covered it up with another cringe-inducing rap:

"You idiot, you dumb punk! Don't screw this up or I'll pop the trunk!"

C and Samui's expressions shifted subtly, but they nodded in silent understanding.

Killer Bee's words were clear.

Even he, the perfect Jinchūriki, wasn't confident in winning this fight.

That kind of admission—from someone of Bee's stature—was staggering. But they had no time for panic. Panic spread fast and served no one.

What they needed was calm, strategy, and decisive leadership.

If Bee needed help, they'd be ready. If Bee failed, they'd retreat and regroup. That was the plan.

No one said it out loud, but all three knew it.

With a slight glance, C and Samui communicated everything they needed—no more words necessary. Experienced ninja didn't need to speak much when it mattered.

Then, turning back toward the rank-and-file shinobi, C wore a bold smile and shouted with practiced confidence:

"Don't worry, everyone! With Lord Killer Bee here, we'll be fine!"

The crowd erupted in cheers once again.

"Awesome!"

"I knew Lord Bee would turn it around!"

"Let's go help him! Time to crush that Uchiha!"

"Let's take that bastard down!"

The excitement bubbled dangerously close to a charge. Several younger shinobi looked ready to rush forward into battle, bolstered by blind confidence in their Jinchūriki.

C and Samui's hearts skipped a beat.

Go up now? They'd be slaughtered. What kind of monster did they think Uchiha Haru was?

Did they not see what just happened?

This wasn't some rogue Chūnin or even a normal Kage-level threat. This was someone who toyed with Killer Bee.

C's hand twitched, ready to intervene—when Samui stepped forward.

"Everyone, listen!"

Her voice rang out like steel, immediately silencing the commotion.

"Lord Killer Bee said this is a matter of pride. A true test of strength—our Hidden Cloud's taijutsu and chakra control versus the Uchiha's Sharingan!"

"He wants a clean one-on-one battle. Are you planning to ruin it for him?"

The crowd stiffened. Murmurs spread quickly.

Everyone knew Killer Bee wasn't cruel. He was actually one of the more approachable high-ranking shinobi in the village.

But…

There was one thing—one terrifying thing—about him that no one could stomach.

Killer Bee… loved rap.

No, not just liked it—he lived it. Breathed it. And he held concerts. Long concerts. Mandatory concerts.

Every time he held one, he'd draft half the village to sit through his bizarre, off-beat rhymes and freestyle nonsense. Skipping it wasn't an option. Making excuses only made it worse.

Now? If they ruined his "fun," there'd be consequences.

Musical ones.

Terrifying, musical ones.

Suddenly, everyone shrank back.

No one dared volunteer again.

C let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

That was too close. These fools almost rushed into their deaths. Thank the Sage Samui had the foresight to weaponize Bee's rap obsession.

He nodded slightly to her in appreciation, then turned to the group.

"Alright, everyone! Spread out and take positions!"

"Be ready. If Uchiha Haru is defeated—then we move! Lock him down and don't let him escape!"

"Yes, sir!"

The shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village dispersed quickly, weapons in hand, spreading out across the rocky terrain as ordered. Their formation was sharp, trained, but underneath that discipline lay unease—palpable and growing.

C and Samui exchanged a glance. There was no longer any need to hide their inner solemnity.

The dispersal of the troops was, in theory, a measure to prevent Uchiha Haru from escaping.

But in truth… it was a contingency for their own retreat.

With over a hundred ninja scattering in all directions, even the most powerful shinobi would struggle to capture or eliminate them all. If things went south—and all signs pointed that way—they had to be ready to bolt without hesitation.

Everything now rested on Killer Bee.

The battlefield, lit only by flickering torchlight and the dying embers of earlier jutsu, became the arena once more.

Uchiha Haru descended, and Killer Bee surged forward.

One wielded a single kunai, the other his infamous seven-blade kenjutsu, striking all at once with a whirlwind of steel and chakra.

Sparks burst through the darkness.

The air rang with the furious clash of metal against metal, each strike echoing like thunder across the field.

At first, their movements were just barely visible. But soon, the speed escalated—faster, sharper, impossible to follow.

Even trained shinobi could no longer track their battle with the naked eye.

How could anyone possess such monstrous taijutsu and such overwhelming speed?

It was madness.

Insanity, even.

Could anyone even survive one of those strikes?

One blow? Half a blow?

Or would they be cut down instantly?

The thought sent a chill through the spines of the same eager ninja who just minutes ago had clamored to assist Killer Bee.

Now they stood frozen in place, watching with wide eyes as the two titans danced death between the sparks.

Their bravado had vanished. The cold sweat running down their backs reminded them of their mortality.

Had Samui not stopped them earlier, they would've rushed forward—straight into oblivion.

They'd be corpses by now.

Samui herself was tense, her brows drawn in concern.

She knew Killer Bee—intimately. She had trained under him for years. His style, his strength, his instincts—she understood them better than most.

In terms of raw taijutsu, perhaps only the Fourth Raikage could push Killer Bee back.

But in the art of wielding ninja tools and weaponry?

No one—not even the Raikage—matched him.

Yet now, he was being held back, matched blow-for-blow… even pressured by a young Uchiha barely older than her.

Uchiha Haru...

Mangekyō Sharingan. Wood Release. Ruthless efficiency in taijutsu. Mastery over ninja tools.

A monster in the form of a man.

Unreal. Terrifying.

C narrowed his eyes, lost in silent thought. A creeping sense of dread crept over him.

Something was wrong.

Something very wrong.

In the darkness, Uchiha Haru dismissed the Wood Dragon he'd used earlier and fully engaged in close-quarters combat. No more flashy jutsu—just raw skill and intent.

For the first time in a long while, since the night of the Uchiha Clan's massacre, Haru felt something akin to… satisfaction.

A battle worth his time.

He twisted his kunai expertly between his fingers.

His Sharingan tracked every micro-movement Killer Bee made. Every twitch of muscle. Every breath. Every intent.

His body, reinforced with the bloodline power of the Ōtsutsuki, responded instantaneously.

It didn't matter how fast Bee moved—Haru could keep up. No, he could overwhelm.

Had he truly wanted to end the fight quickly, he could have already done so.

But tonight, he wanted to enjoy himself.

Minutes passed in furious exchange.

And then…

Bang!

Another crash of metal.

But this time, Uchiha Haru's chakra surged. His body blurred with renewed speed, vanishing and reappearing in the blink of an eye.

Killer Bee tried to counter, twisting to intercept Haru's right arm with one of his blades—

But it was too late.

The kunai was already at his chest.

A silver arc flashed—

Slash!

A deep cut opened across Killer Bee's chest, about an inch deep, blood spraying into the air.

"Hsss!"

Bee gasped, staggering back. With gritted teeth, he activated the Body Flicker Technique and retreated several meters in an instant.

The wound throbbed, pain blooming through his chest.

And Haru? He didn't press forward.

No… he stood still, kunai loose in his grip, watching.

There was no urgency in him. No bloodlust. No need to kill.

He was toying with his prey.

A cat playing with a caged bird.

Not a single shinobi from the Hidden Cloud moved.

They just stared, slack-jawed.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Killer Bee—the perfect Jinchūriki—had just been wounded.

And not in some fluke strike.

He was outplayed. Outsped. Outmaneuvered.

The battlefield remained eerily silent, save for the crackle of distant flames.

Could it be…?

Was even Killer Bee… not enough?

C's throat tightened. Samui's eyes didn't blink.

No words could change the reality playing out in front of them.

Even the younger, less-experienced shinobi—those who had always seen Bee as invincible—understood the message now:

They were not in control.

This wasn't a fight they could win.

Uchiha Haru was beyond anything they had prepared for.

C's mind raced.

Stay or go?

Risk or retreat?

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