Each Kazuku clone had a clear role, maintaining a rhythm, charging at Silver Horn, slamming their Rasengan into him.
Then, with a poof, the shadow clone dispelled into white smoke.
Despite their physicality and autonomy, the jutsu's flaws were stark.
It drained chakra heavily, and fatigue fed back to the main body.
Even a simple punch, multiplied a thousand times, created significant strain.
A misstep could endanger the user's life.
That's why Tobirama classified Multiple Shadow Clone as a forbidden jutsu!
Let alone Kazuku's Ultra Rasengan Barrage.
As clones dispelled…
Their feedback hit Kazuku.
His body grew heavy.
By the hundredth Rasengan on Silver Horn, Kazuku couldn't sustain the Gate of View, forced to release it.
Then…
Kazuku plummeted from midair.
At the critical moment, Uchiha Kagami acted, catching Kazuku in a princess carry.
Silver Horn lost all resistance.
He couldn't even defend, only gritting his teeth, enduring until the Rasengans ended.
But…
Under the barrage, Silver Horn's tailed beast chakra began to fade.
Rasengan was a devastating jutsu.
Most ninja would die after a few hits.
Silver Horn's endurance proved his strength.
But…
Fear crept into Silver Horn's heart.
Rasengan's power exceeded his expectations.
If all thousand hit, he might die.
The thought of death…
Crushed his final mental barrier.
"Help…"
"Save me."
Silver Horn pleaded to his comrades, regretting not waiting for Gold Horn.
With his brother, this wouldn't have happened.
But…
Which Cloud ninja dared approach?
Even the least experienced had nearly a decade of missions.
All were Warring States veterans.
Their knowledge rivaled anyone's.
Yet…
None had seen such a spectacle!
A seven-year-old kid, creating thousands of physical clones, each wielding a powerful Rasengan!
Facing this, who had the courage to charge?
If Silver Horn fell, they'd flee without hesitation.
Indeed, Silver Horn's defeat was inevitable.
"Gold Horn!"
"Save me!"
Seeing his men hesitate, Silver Horn called for his brother.
Suddenly…
A figure leaped from the forest, wielding a red-and-white fan, swinging it to unleash a gale, blowing away Kazuku's remaining clones.
Thud!
Saving Silver Horn, he landed firmly.
He resembled Silver Horn—six whisker-like marks, purple short-sleeve shirt, white vest—but…
He had golden hair, a "Gold" tattoo on his arm, yellow Amber Rope on his left arm, and held the Banana Fan.
It was…
Kumogakure's Gold Horn!
"Gold Horn…"
Seeing him, Silver Horn collapsed in relief.
Without Gold Horn's fan, he'd likely have died.
But Silver Horn's injuries were grave, a step from death.
Surveying the scene, Gold Horn's eyes widened.
The situation…
Suggested the one who cornered Silver Horn…
Was the kid Kagami held!
He looked seven or eight.
His brother, defeated by a kid?
Possible?
Silver Horn was elite jonin level, wielding the Seven Star Sword and Red Gourd.
Plus, Nine-Tails chakra from its flesh.
A half-jinchuriki.
Among elite jonin, he was top-tier.
Yet…
He lost to a seven-or-eight-year-old?
Unbelievable!
Gold Horn gasped, marveling at the world's monsters.
But…
This monstrous kid had no chance to grow.
Gold Horn wouldn't spare him.
To weaken future Konohagakure…
Or avenge Silver Horn…
He'd kill Kazuku here!
"Silver Horn's my precious brother. For wounding him, beg my forgiveness with your death."
Gold Horn stomped, leaping to finish Kazuku.
Kazuku's main body had little strength left.
Though he had no-seal healing, his injuries wouldn't recover quickly.
"Crap."
Kagami cursed, retreating.
He thought defeating Silver Horn gave them a chance to escape.
But Gold Horn appeared.
They were doomed.
Then, lead jonin Masagawa arrived with his men and Kosuke.
"Stop!"
Masagawa shouted at Gold Horn, too late to intervene.
Kagami, overusing his Sharingan, was drained, exhaustion forcing him to crouch.
"Die!"
With Kazuku's main body in reach, Gold Horn's face twisted.
But as he neared success, a stone flew at his face.
And…
It carried immense power.
"What?"
Gold Horn frowned, dodging instinctively, landing and stepping back twice to steady himself.
"Who?"
Gold Horn focused, looking toward the stone's source.
Not just him.
Kazuku's reinforcements arrived.
But…
As the stone-thrower emerged from the shadows, moonlight revealing his face…
Gold Horn, Silver Horn, Cloud ninja, Kagami, Masagawa, Sakumo, Kosuke…
All widened their eyes, pupils dilating.
It was none other than…
The man hailed as the God of Shinobi!
Hashirama Senju!
"That handsome guy like me is my precious grandson."
(End of Chapter)