As the strategic weapons First Hokage Hashirama Senju had distributed among the Five Great Villages, no one wanted a Tailed Beast to explode in their own village.
Utatane Koharu was still clinging to life, crouched on the ground and trembling as she screamed, "I told you the Jinchuriki needed to be kept under strict control! This is what you agreed to! A monster out of control!"
Naruto's slit pupils looked down at her as he raised his blade.
The Dharma Sutra stirred, and an aura of Hellish bloodlust coiled around him.
"You're on the brink of death, and you're still yapping!"
With that, Naruto ignored Asuma and walked past him.
Utatane Koharu wriggled like a worm, leaving a wet trail behind her. "Shikaku! Use Shadow Possession Jutsu to restrain that Kyuubi brat! He's about to turn into the Nine-Tails! He'll kill you all!"
She didn't want to die. She was only seventy-two, still in her prime.
But this time, no one paid her any attention. Even Asuma closed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.
Naruto's senses never lied. Utatane Koharu had a substantial amount of Chakra stored up, and the few jutsu she'd used had been quite sophisticated.
But they'd all been escape and defensive jutsu. She'd never planned to fight head-on.
So the blade came down on her head.
This time, it wasn't mud or water. It was bright red blood. Though she was already old and feeble, her blood was still red.
Her head, split in two, fell into a mixture of blood and water. Both halves landed faceup, their terrified eyes going glassy as her last attachment to the world faded away.
The shinobi throughout the forest watched Naruto, wreathed in blood and flames, but still didn't dare let down their guard.
Naruto turned