The Fourth Theater

At the city wall, Shukaku's devastating Tailed Beast Ball had blasted a massive hole through it moments ago.

After unleashing that attack, the violently raging aura around Shukaku noticeably receded like a falling tide.

After all, Shukaku had not appeared in his true form. He had only manifested by using Rasa's body as a vessel.

The fact that he had managed to fire such a powerful Tailed Beast Ball had depended entirely on Obito continuously pouring dark Chakra into him.

But now that the energy accumulated within his body had been completely vented through that attack, if Shukaku wanted to launch another assault on that scale, Rasa would likely awaken from his slumber.

Having finally regained his freedom, Shukaku naturally would not easily pass up such a fine opportunity to wreak havoc and vent the pent-up hostility in his heart.

Being locked inside Jinchuriki for so long had already made him ready to explode at the slightest provocation, and Rasa had actually tried to order him around? What a joke!

Just as he had blasted a huge hole through the wall, a figure suddenly raced over from the sky.

More precisely, three people were flying over together atop a Sand Mat.

Shukaku took a closer look, then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha! So it's you, brat! I didn't expect you to have grown this big!"

The newcomer was none other than Gaara, who had once shared countless ties with Shukaku.

Ever since Shukaku had been revived and captured, every Jinchuriki he had experienced had been utterly worthless.

Although Rasa was indeed quite formidable, Shukaku despised him to the extreme.

Every time he broke free from Rasa's body, what awaited him was inevitably a savage beating from the people of Sunagakure.

Yet compared to Rasa, Gaara's face was undoubtedly far