Shukaku roared at the Nine-Tails, "Kurama, what did you say?"
Under Shukaku's fury, the quicksand around the Nine-Tails kept collapsing, and dust obscured his vision.
The two traded fierce attacks, their heavy collisions shaking the surrounding desert. Yellow sand flew everywhere, and the oppressive auras of the two tailed beasts blanketed the barren expanse.
"Shukaku, today I'm going to show you that times have changed. I'm no longer a beast who only knows how to sharpen his claws and fangs!"
"Wood Style: Tree World Descends!"
The Nine-Tails unleashed Wood Style, and lush trees spread rapidly outward from beneath his feet.
Thick roots broke through the desert sand. Branches grew wildly, stretching in every direction and spreading forward layer upon layer, locking down the surrounding sands.
Before long, wood blocked Shukaku's entire field of vision. He had no way to escape the Nine-Tails' Wood Style and was bound in an instant.
The Nine-Tails grabbed Shukaku's head. "Shukaku, didn't I beat you with Wood Style last time? You've had all this time, and you still haven't figured out how to counter it?"
The Nine-Tails knowing Wood Style was no longer news. Both Shukaku and Matatabi knew about it.
Shukaku stiffened his neck and said, "Kurama, you're using Hashirama Senju's Wood Style to beat me. Don't you have any pride as a tailed beast?"
The Nine-Tails snorted. "A tailed beast's pride? I've spent years thinking about it. The title of Strongest Tailed Beast is a burden to me. All it does is make me arrogant."
Seeing how easily the Nine-Tails had subdued Shukaku, Matatabi approached to keep the two tailed beasts from fighting any further.
She said with a sigh, "Kurama, it's hard to believe. You actually learned from humans?"
The Nine-Tails removed the wood binding Shukaku. Shukaku remained deeply dissatisfied, but he