Killer B and the Eight-Tails

Killer B's expression turned extremely grim. He instinctively clutched his chest as the Eight-Tails' voice rang out in his heart,

"Just as I thought, that woman wants to reclaim her power. B, it seems today will be the day we part."

Killer B refused without hesitation,

"Little Eight, I'll never hand you over!"

"B, this enemy is beyond our ability to deal with. I'll do everything I can to leave behind some chakra to protect your life. At least that way, you and the village can be saved."

"Absolutely not!!"

"B! This isn't the time to act on impulse! Do you want to see your village destroyed?!"

"I..."

Killer B clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as crimson blood flowed out. His face was filled with struggle and pain.

At that moment, Gigue, who had been quietly watching Killer B, suddenly spread his hands and said,

"I'm only helping my people reclaim her power. I'm not interested in anything else."

As he spoke, the Demonic Sword: Muramasa in Gigue's hand turned into a streak of black light and vanished into the back of his hand. He pointed at Killer B and said calmly,

"I can see you have no will to fight anymore. Then hand over the tailed beast."

Killer B shuddered from head to toe. For someone who was always so carefree and flippant, he actually felt fear for the first time in a long while.

The enemy was too powerful to oppose. To save the village, he had to obediently hand over his closest friend. If he resisted, not only would he and his friend die, but the village would be destroyed as well. No matter how he looked at it, this was a choice he had no control over.

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