In terms of sheer body weight, the Fourth Raikage outweighed Hyūga Shigeo by nearly double.
He was a pure close-combat fighter, all muscle and power—so when he grabbed hold of Shigeo's leg, he didn't stop there.
With a grunt, his other hand shot out, clamping around Shigeo's calf, and then—he pulled.
Was he seriously trying to snap his leg in half?
Pretty ruthless…
Shigeo could have used Kamui to phase out instantly and escape, but he didn't.
Instead, his brow furrowed; his chakra surged.
"Kōton (Steel Release): Activate! Chōjūgan no Jutsu (Super-Weighted Rock Technique)! Heavier… heavier…!"
If this was a contest of weight and strength, then fine—he'd play that game.
In an instant, his body—previously light and balanced—grew impossibly dense.
The leg the Raikage held suddenly felt like a mountain.
Even his shin turned to living iron, an unyielding pillar of chakra-hardened metal.
The Raikage's arms bulged, veins standing out like ropes.
He tried once, twice—gritting his teeth, feet digging into the ground—but the limb wouldn't move an inch.
He tightened his stance, refusing to let go. His other hand reached for Shigeo's collar, veins throbbing in his temple.
His face flushed crimson. His knees trembled under the strain.
Anyone could see he was at his limit—yet he still wouldn't release him.
Shigeo's gaze hardened.
"Then let's see whose bones are tougher."
He bent slightly, grasped the Raikage's outstretched wrist, and—mimicking the man's own brute motion—wrenched hard.
CRACK!
A sharp, clean snap rang out.
The Raikage gritted his teeth, jaw locking from pain, but even with one arm broken, he refused to let go of Shigeo's leg.
That stubborn, unyielding will—he truly lived up to the title Raikage.
He didn't even have a clear plan for how to defeat Shigeo.
He only knew one thing: Don't let go.
Because if he did—if Shigeo escaped—he'd never catch him again.
Blue and golden chakra clashed violently around them, a storm of opposing energies lighting up the sky.
Then—suddenly—the island trembled.
Everyone turned as two enormous beasts rolled past the cliffs, locked in a feral struggle, crashing into the sea below.
Shigeo instantly sensed Kurama's (Nine-Tails') chakra.
While he had been focused on fighting the Raikage, the Eight-Tails had unleashed another Bijū Hachimai (Tailed-Beast Eightfold Spin) and collided with Kurama head-on.
In raw power, Kurama clearly held the advantage—until the Eight-Tails abruptly wrapped all eight tentacles around him like a constricting coil.
The two tailed beasts tumbled together, roaring and thrashing, until they rolled straight off the cliff and into the ocean's depths.
Though Shigeo was confident Kurama wouldn't lose, he couldn't just stand by and watch.
He kicked the wounded Raikage aside and dove straight into the sea.
"Kurama! Return!" he shouted.
He activated his system, recalling the Nine-Tails to safety.
But before he could turn around, thick tentacles burst from the water—
the Eight-Tails surged forward and wrapped around him completely.
Dozens of slimy appendages enclosed him from every direction.
Seawater rushed inward; the pressure tightened.
Inside the system's inner realm, the sealed beasts stirred restlessly—Kurama pacing furiously while the others growled.
Their master was in danger. Why wasn't he using their power to break free?
Yet Shigeo made no move.
Because right before him, wedged between the Eight-Tails' tentacles, was Killer B—grinning ear to ear, holding up a tiny white flag and waving it.
He looked absurdly cheerful, his smile gleaming beneath his sunglasses.
"…You're kidding me," Shigeo muttered. "You're surrendering? Just like that?"
The Eight-Tails' grip held firm, but no attack came.
B chuckled. "Yooo! Let's stop here, man! I'm beat! Let's grab a drink, oh yeah! You and me—we vibed, bro! A man who gets me, I can't let him go so easy, oh yeah!"
And before Shigeo could protest, the octopus gave a mighty flick of its tentacles.
The sea erupted into whirlpools as both of them shot forward like arrows, vanishing beyond the horizon.
Back on Paradise Island, the Raikage and his shinobi stood at the shore, staring at the calm sea.
They waited. Five minutes. Ten. Thirty.
Still no sign of the two jinchūriki or their beasts.
Finally, the Raikage's eye twitched.
"B! You'd better get your fool self back here!" he roared.
This wasn't the first time Killer B had vanished mid-fight—and everyone knew it wouldn't be the last.
They raced through the ocean all night.
By sunrise, Killer B and Shigeo finally made landfall.
B stood tall on the pier, stretching and adjusting his sunglasses, eyes sparkling as he gazed at the bustling city ahead.
"Yooo! New town, new jam, new fans, oh yeah!"
Beside him, Shigeo sighed, his face drained of color. He pulled free of the octopus's lingering grip.
"Damn it, old man. If you're done fighting, I'm leaving. I've got things to do."
He turned to activate his Dimensional Shift technique—when he suddenly felt something stuck to his back.
He twisted around, but couldn't see it.
His wooden clone materialized behind him—and its eyes widened.
"...An octopus sucker?"
Tiny but firm, it clung to Shigeo's back like glue. The clone tried pulling—it didn't budge.
"Yohohoho! Don't fight it, my bro!" Killer B called, making finger guns as he struck another ridiculous pose. "You bought three thousand of my concert tickets, oh yeah! I can't let you skip out, you gotta see my live show, oh yeah!"
Shigeo froze.
So that's why B had whisked him away so fast—he'd been securing a fan.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "…Your concert isn't for another half-month, right? Don't you need to go prepare or something? I'll come then."
He activated Dimensional Shift and vanished.
But B just laughed.
Eight-Tails had plenty of suction—and an incredible sense of direction.
Three days later, when Shigeo returned to Minamo Village (formerly Kū no Kuni) to resume his work as village leader, the unthinkable happened.
Killer B appeared—
inside his office.
Wearing his shades, arms crossed, B looked around in awe.
"Yooo! So this is the Sky Country, huh? Pretty dope, oh yeah!"
The three deputies—Wu Mang, Hong Yan, and Jin Shi—stared in utter disbelief.
Their chakra flared as they dropped into fighting stances.
No one—not even an allied visitor—had ever appeared directly inside the Kage's office.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Jin Shi hissed.
But Shigeo just sighed, waving them down.
He could already guess the reason. That cursed octopus sucker on his back had acted as a homing seal, dragging Killer B right to him.
When the others had withdrawn, the office fell silent, leaving only the two of them—
the boy with a thousand secrets and the rapper-jinchūriki who refused to go home.
(End of Chapter)
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