Sage Art - Super Giant Rasengan

Naruto's form flickered as he executed the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

In an instant, over a hundred clones burst forth like stars, densely filling the entire sky like a black sea of clouds—a truly spectacular sight.

Gama Bunta, who had been struggling to suppress Shukaku, felt the shadow cast by Naruto's clones and a foreboding unease welled up in his heart.

He looked at Naruto and shouted, "Are you done yet, Naruto? Can I go now?" A hint of urgency crept into his voice.

A smile tugged at the corner of Naruto's mouth. He raised a hand to his lips and called back, "Hey, hold on a sec, Bunta. Why rush off when you just came out to play? I'll be quick—just hold him down a little longer." With that, he made up his mind.

Sage Art—Super Giant Rasengan.

In the sky, the countless clones seemed to answer his call, lights flickering to life in their hands like brilliant lanterns.

Hundreds of Rasengan began to swell slowly, exuding a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.

Temari and Kankuro, crouched in what they thought was a safe zone, were startled at the sight.

They scrambled to run even farther away, worry for Gaara gnawing at their hearts.

Was Naruto really planning to just kill Gaara outright? Despite their concern, they knew this battle was beyond their reach.

Gama Bunta also sensed the terrifying pressure of the Sage Art Rasengan. He stopped suppressing Shukaku, twisted his head around, and asked urgently, "Hey! Hey! That's enough, right? Hey! Say something! Naruto!" His voice carried a note of unease and anxiety.

Just then, Naruto gathered all those Sage Art Rasengan together.

A Rasengan that blotted out the sky materialized in the air, its sheer size utterly staggering.

Naruto grinned and replied to Gama Bunta, "Alright."

Without a second thought, Gama Bunta dissolved into smoke, canceling the Summoning.

Shukaku, sprawled on the ground, felt the terrifying presence closing in. Its hand trembled as it pointed at Naruto and cried out, "No, no more fighting, no more! Stop it! I surrender, I surrender!" Fear saturated its voice.

But Naruto wasn't about to let this rare opportunity slip.

He thrust his right hand forward, and the colossal Rasengan shot out like a meteor, grazing past Naruto's own body as it flew.

And as it traveled, the already massive sphere kept growing, as if it meant to devour the entire sky.

Faced with such a horrifying Rasengan, Shukaku had no choice but to activate Ultimate Defense Mode.

A deafening roar erupted, shaking even the mountains themselves.

Then a colossal plume of smoke rose, forming a mushroom cloud that blotted out the whole sky.

Temari and Kankuro, despite having fled as far as they could, still couldn't escape the reach of that terrifying force.

The wind pressure, like an invisible giant hand, yanked them off the ground, sending them tumbling and spinning through the air like helpless leaves.

Temari's long hair whipped wildly in the gale. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hands clutching at her clothes, trying to find some stability in this overwhelming power.

Kankuro, battered by the pressure, nearly lost all sense of direction, instinctively curling up as much as possible to reduce wind resistance.

But the force was simply too great—they had no way to withstand it.

After a brief flight, the two were slammed hard into the ground, kicking up dust and scattering gravel. Their bodies rolled several times before finally stopping, pain wringing groans from their lips.

Temari struggled to her feet, her face smeared with dirt and sweat, her eyes filled with terror and unease.

She looked around at the devastation. The giant Rasengan had already passed, but the awe-inspiring power still seemed to linger in the air, leaving her shaken.

Kankuro slowly got up as well, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth—clearly injured from the fall. Clutching his chest, he gasped and stared into the distance, silently grateful they had retreated in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Once they confirmed the wind pressure had gradually dissipated, Temari and Kankuro supported each other and cautiously approached the center of the battlefield.

As they drew closer, the scene before them came into focus.

Naruto hovered in midair, arms lightly folded across his chest, his robes fluttering in the breeze like a deity descending from the heavens, calmly surveying everything below.

His gaze was serene and deep, as if the heart-stopping battle just moments ago had been nothing more than a trivial affair.

On the ground, a pyramid formed of sand stood battered and crumbling—Shukaku's last line of defense.

But the pyramid could hold no longer. With a rustling sound, it collapsed instantly, revealing Gaara lying unconscious within.

Temari and Kankuro rushed forward to check Gaara's injuries.

Carefully, they brushed away the sand clinging to him and checked his breathing and pulse.