The Terror of the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki

The grayish-white cocoon floated in midair.

It no longer pulsed or expanded. The nine tomoe patterns on its surface slowly rotated like nine sleeping eyes. The cocoon shell was grayish-white, not the dark red of the Ten-Tails—it was the color of the Sage of Six Paths, a higher form of existence born from the Harmonization of Yin–Yang Release, surpassing Tailed Beast Chakra.

Everyone on the battlefield had their eyes fixed on that cocoon.

Madara stood in the distance with his arms folded, grayish-white light reflected in his Rinnegan. The corner of his mouth slowly rose. "It's coming out." His voice was low and calm, carrying the composure of someone waiting for prey to emerge from its cocoon. "Obito, show me how much of the Ten-Tails' power you can control."

Hashirama lowered his hands from their hand-sign position. The Four Red Yang Formation was no longer needed; its target no longer existed. His gaze passed through the smoke and locked onto the cocoon, the markings of Sage Mode deepening across his face. "Tobirama, prepare the sealing technique. If he loses control—"

"I know." Tobirama already had his hand signs ready, a Flying Thunder God kunai spinning in his palm.

Minato stood closest to the cocoon. He gripped his Flying Thunder God kunai as the golden Tailed Beast Chakra Mode burned steadily around him. His gaze never left the cocoon, but from the corner of his eye, he swept over the distance—Naruto standing atop Gamakichi's head, Sasuke standing atop the green snake's head, Sakura standing atop Katsuyu's head. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly before he fixed his eyes on the cocoon once more.

Kakashi rose from the rubble, his left eye fixed tightly on the cocoon. His right eye remained shut, and the cross-shaped wound on his chest was still