Killer B suddenly halted mid-swing, eyes widening as he stared at the boy before him—still wearing Omoi's face.
Then he burst out laughing.
"Yooo! I knew it, I knew it was you, hahaha!"
Still laughing, he pulled all seven of his blades free again.
"C'mon, man, let's keep goin', oh yeah!"
He had already received word earlier that Hyūga Shigeo had been spotted in Kumogakure. After the entire village chased him and every shadow clone vanished into thin air, B had half-joked to himself, He wouldn't come all the way to Paradise Island, would he?
And yet—here he was.
Before Shigeo could answer, a thunderous shout rolled in from the shore.
"Kill him! Leave no trace behind!"
The one leading the charge was Fourth Raikage A, his massive frame crackling with lightning.
At his side was the real Omoi—eyes bulging, clutching a lollipop between his teeth and babbling in panic.
Their arrival shattered the fragile balance between B and Shigeo.
Shigeo's aura erupted—bijū chakura (tailed-beast chakra) flared around him as he swept his arm, and the magnetic sword in his hand smashed all seven of Killer B's blades to the ground in one powerful swing.
"Yooo—what!?" B exclaimed, eyes wide. "You don't respect me, man! We've been fightin' all night, and that wasn't even your real power!?"
"It's not about disrespect," Shigeo said calmly. "When I matched your chakra level, our fight was even. If I released my full chakra, I'd simply overpower you. That was balance before—now it's advantage."
"Balance, huh?" B grinned, twirling his finger. "Fair fight my foot!"
But the Raikage didn't care about philosophy.
"Rariatto! (Lariat!)" he roared, lightning bursting from his body as he charged.
"Brother, stop! This is my duel!" Killer B shouted, intercepting him.
Because now he understood—Shigeo's talk of fairness had been anything but.
A fight where one side suppressed his own chakra for the sake of equality—was that respect?
No—it was condescension.
If your opponent constantly limits himself to your level, then that isn't a duel—it's pity.
That's not fairness. That's charity.
B slammed into A, blocking his brother's charge. His muscles trembled with fury.
"Hyūga Shigeo! Use your full power! I want a real fight!"
He sheathed all seven blades and spread his fingers, ready to weave hand signs.
Red chakra burst from his body as eight massive tentacles erupted beneath him.
"Now we fight with ninjutsu and chakra!" B's voice boomed through the island.
"My partner's the Hachibi—Eight-Tails! His power is my power! I am him and he is me! Yooo, oh yeah!"
His offbeat rap mixed with the deep, guttural roar of the Eight-Tails, forming a strange yet awe-inspiring rhythm.
The Fourth Raikage stepped back, frowning, while Omoi crouched behind a jagged rock, trembling.
Across the battlefield, Shigeo dispelled his Transformation Technique.
His true form emerged—long dark hair flowing in the wind, deep blue eyes glinting with quiet resolve.
"So, we're really doing this? Any ninjutsu is fair game?" he asked evenly.
He admitted inwardly that he had been stalling earlier—his system needed time to finish copying the Eight-Tails' data.
But now the progress bar had almost reached completion.
Once B entered half-transformation mode, the copying rate had skyrocketed.
Even if he had to extend the fight a bit longer, success was guaranteed.
"Yooo, oh yeah! Bring it on, brat! Don't underestimate me!" B roared, spinning his blades. "If I don't beat you senseless today, I ain't Killer B!"
"Fine," Shigeo replied. His lips curved upward. "Then the first thing I'll use—Jiton: Magnetic Blades. One… two… three… four…"
With each count, metallic blades formed above his head, spinning in mid-air.
B had seven swords? Then Shigeo would summon seventy… seven hundred.
"Wh-what the hell…"
The sky filled with shimmering magnetic blades, a steel storm that blotted out the sun.
"Let's see how you dance through this," Shigeo said quietly.
"Yooo!"
Eight tails whipped in panic. For a moment it looked like B would try to block them all—but instead he struck a ridiculous rap pose, shouted "OH YEAH!", and unleashed a burst of chakra.
A thunderous explosion of force sent every magnetic blade scattering into the sea.
Shigeo smirked. "Then try this."
The blades twisted and fused into long yari (spears) that shot forward like lightning.
He followed immediately—his body blurred through the air, hand sparking with Ranton (Storm Release) as he descended upon B from above.
If the magnetic style was a barrage, then Storm Release was precision.
And this one he'd condensed fully in his palm—its maximum destructive potential.
"Crackle—shhhh—!!"
Electric light flashed, thunder roaring overhead.
"Yooo! What power! My man's goin' wild!" B yelped, leaping aside just as the strike smashed into the ground.
"Bijū Hachimai! (Tailed-Beast Eightfold Strike!)"
Perhaps the long fight—or the earlier suppression—had wound him up too much, but now Killer B wanted it over.
He thrust his whole body into the attack, merging with the Eight-Tails' chakra.
The air rippled; tentacles wrapped around him as he rose into the air, spinning faster and faster—
Shigeo's eyes narrowed. That's the Hachibi's Eightfold Spin… powerful enough to wound another tailed beast head-on.
He cast a glance at his system panel.
[Eight-Tails: Mirroring complete.]
Good. No more reason to hold back.
His chakra surged—space trembled as the nine-tailed fox erupted beside him.
Kyuubi materialized, scarlet chakra flooding the island like an inferno.
The Eightfold Spin howled toward them, a swirling mass of death.
"Master, back off!" Kyuubi roared, planting its forelegs firmly.
Claws met tentacles—two oceans of chakra collided.
The sound tore the sky apart.
Raikage A and the nearby shinobi—including Omoi, Karui, and Samui—were hurled away like leaves in a hurricane.
The whole island quaked.
Waves surged hundreds of meters high.
Shigeo lifted an arm to shield his face from the storm of energy.
He had intended only to watch—but Raikage A, blown off balance by the shockwave, twisted mid-air and lunged straight for him.
"You're not escaping, boy! You'll stay here today!"
Shigeo barely had time to react.
He vanished in a flash, reappearing above A, and swung a kick toward his neck.
A crossed his arms to block—
BOOM!
The impact thundered like a meteor strike.
Their auras clashed—lightning versus magnetism—sparks scattering in every direction as the island trembled beneath them.
(End of Chapter)
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