If Anyone Can Use You, Then So Can I, Right, Eight-Tails?

If anyone could use you, then so could I, right, Eight-Tails?

One man became an army,

The moment the Shadow Clones joined the battle, Kumogakure was dragged into the abyss of all-out war.

And Arata was far too strong. Against ordinary shinobi, it was a one-sided slaughter across entirely different dimensions. Even if the Shadow Clones he manifested possessed only one-tenth of his original strength, they were still beyond the reach of those ordinary shinobi!!

For a time, piercing screams rang out without end, and gushing blood gradually painted the land with a horrifying shade.

Yet throughout all this, only scattered Shadow Clones dispersed and shattered under concentrated attacks.

After all, compared to the Sea Kingdom army he had faced before, Kumogakure's shinobi, lacking absolute powerhouses and numbering less than a tenth as many, were simply lambs awaiting slaughter.

"What?"

"Is this Kumogakure, one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages?"

"It's unbelievably weak."

"Where is Ai? Where are the other jonin? Have they all turned into turtles too afraid to come out?"

"Fine, then let them watch."

"Watch as I raze all of Kumogakure to the ground!"

A Shadow Clone amidst the slaughter roared, thirsting for battle.

Constantly butchering insignificant shinobi could neither erase the rage accumulating in his heart nor inflict any significant damage upon this force's foundations.

And in the end, since entering Kumogakure's territory, the strongest opponents Arata had encountered were Killer B, the Eight-Tails' Jinchuriki, and Shi, the defeated enemy he had already cut down.

Where was everyone else?

Did they really think a single Eight-Tails could keep him out?

Most of the manifested Shadow Clones had inherited the original body's will and temperament.

Cold, bloodthirsty mockery rose one after another. Some embodiments of his battle-hungry will could no longer restrain their desires, breaking away from