Chapter 311: Toll Fee
A and Killer B had already recovered by now. With the Raikage's thousand-times-tempered body, this level of injury proved insufficient causing him to lose combat capability.
However, amid this rotation transcending common sense, everything became futile.
Heaven and earth inverted. Directions lost. They couldn't even maintain balance—fundamentally unable to launch stable attacks, not knowing how to rescue Eight-Tails.
"Release quickly!"
Killer B clung tightly to Eight-Tails, gripping Eight-Tails' uneven suction cups while shouting loudly amid howling winds.
"Can't release—that fellow's gripping me!"
Eight-Tails' consciousness also roared responses in Killer B's mind.
Absolute power disparity made even basic resistance difficult—only allowing themselves to be swung like toys.
"Ahhh..." Both screamed together. As rotation speed soared, their cries stretched into long tones—until Yasushi's fingers suddenly released.
That moment, the terrifying pulling force applied to tails vanished, replaced by uncontrolled freedom dominated by inertia.
Under inertia's effects, the high-speed rotating Eight-Tails together with two people on him flew out like a derailed train—dazed and confused.
Everyone on the ground froze in place, staring upward dumbfounded while watching that super-massive octopus flying across the sky—like watching cows fly into the sky.
But immediately some Cloud Village people screamed miserably.
"Bad, bad—their landing direction is toward us!"
"Quick, run!"
Following successive screams, originally orderly Cloud forces now resembled exploding cattle herds, frantically running in all directions.
Even fools knew—such a massive tailed beast flying over at high speed crashing into the ground, that power would exceed ten forbidden techniques exploding!
Getting involved and killed would prove so wrongful!
"Ahhh..."
"Roarrr..."
Accompanied by miserable screams, Eight-Tails carrying two people heavily crashed into the ground.
Boom!
Violent explosion sounds rang out. A super-massive crater immediately exploded on the spot—like moon craters, layer upon layer from inside outward.
That crater proved so deep even groundwater emerged, quickly filling the crater within moments.
Massive shockwaves chased Cloud forces' backsides, blowing countless unlucky people away.
Fortunately they reacted quickly, running fast enough—those shockwaves didn't damage them severely.
What truly caused damage proved flying sand, rocks, tree branches swept by shockwaves.
As everyone knows, shinobi were fragile—most fearing physical damage.
Finally after this wave passed and dust settled, Cloud forces hastily ran back.
Their boss remained there—must return to guard!
They ran back beside the crater, relieved seeing a giant tentacle protecting the Raikage brothers at center, covered in blood—already dyeing crater waters red.
Actually before landing, Eight-Tails could have shrunk into Killer B's body—thus avoiding injury.
But if he retracted, Killer B without tailed beast assistance would probably die.
So helplessly, Eight-Tails had to grit his teeth as a meat cushion, protecting the Raikage brothers from death—but suffering serious injuries himself.
Seeing everyone present, A finally breathed deeply before standing shakily.
He looked distantly at that Perfect Susanoo resembling worldly deity, face filled with unwilling expression.
"Damn it! How can such things exist in this world!"
"Compared to this thing, all ninjutsu became insignificant tricks!"
That crimson giant stood quietly there, yet seemed mocking the entire shinobi world's combat system established over many years.
Hazily, he finally understood when flipping through village secret files years ago, those texts First Raikage left about Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara.
Between those lines brimmed various unwillingness and resentment.
Back then he only felt those were incompetent complaints. But now he understood—those were clear recognition when facing unbridgeable chasms.
Before this might transcending understanding, his years of thousand-times-tempered proud flesh suddenly became frog-in-well arrogance.
All suffering eaten, all sins endured, countless life-death barriers crossed—all became completely unnecessary self-inflicted suffering.
The pride and confidence supporting him all along collapsed thunderously before absolute power disparity.
"Damn it!"
"Does human flesh ultimately have its limits?"
A gripped his fists tightly. Teeth grinding audibly, temple veins bulging—wanting to charge up fighting Uchiha Yasushi desperately.
But ultimately reason still overcame emotion. A directly ordered:
"Withdraw troops!"
"No more fighting!"
Everyone also breathed relief, hastily agreeing before preparing to retreat.
But suddenly a cold voice transmitted from midair.
"You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take this place for?"
Following Yasushi's voice, Perfect Susanoo strode forward. Amid earth-shaking tremors, three or two steps reached Cloud Village people before bending down, grabbing toward Killer B.
"Want to leave? Pay protection fees first!"
"What?" A was shocked. Hastily jumping up, disregarding his own safety, his entire person shot out again like a cannonball. Lightning Release chakra fully activated while bombarding that giant palm with full force, wanting to protect Killer B.
Originally retracted Eight-Tails also hastily emerged again, waving eight octopus tails while striking that giant palm.
But Yasushi's palm merely casually scooped, grabbing one octopus tail before gently lifting upward—hoisting Eight-Tails and Killer B up.
This time Eight-Tails also learned—no longer attempting force. That gripped tail's surface immediately began rapidly secreting slime, attempting to slip from the giant palm this way.
The other seven octopus tails desperately coiled around Susanoo's arm, using those giant suction cups continuously absorbing chakra outward.
But Yasushi only needed slightly increasing pupil power—that missing chakra immediately refilled.
This was mechanism-breaking bugs.
Detecting the octopus tail in hand becoming slippery, Yasushi extended his other hand too, grabbing Killer B like catching a kitten.
"Don't look down on me!"
"I'm a perfect jinchuriki!"
Killer B's forehead veins bulged while roaring loudly.
He gripped blades with both hands, pouring tailed beast power and Lightning Release chakra into them. Carrying death-defying momentum, he heavily slashed downward at the approaching hand, launching a desperate strike.
"Liger Bomb!"