The Fourth Raikage Falls

It was hard to share another person's grief or joy, but Arata could feel exactly what the Raikage was feeling.

Rage, hatred, and pain tangled together into a desperate urge to skin his enemy, tear out his sinews, and rip him to pieces!

And beneath it all lay helplessness and regret.

Arata had been through something all too similar.

Seven years ago, during the Night of the Clan Massacre unleashed by that ungrateful wretch Itachi, he had ultimately done nothing. He had saved no one.

Because of that past, he had sworn never to let such a thing happen again!

Even if it meant staining his hands with blood, surrounding himself with vengeful spirits, and shouldering a blood debt he could never repay, he would make the entire Ninja World heed his will!

Whoever threatened his home would be destroyed, no matter how far away they were!

"Well, I'll spare him."

"After all, a perfect Jinchuriki is quite useful."

Arata spoke with a cruelty devoid of compassion.

The Fourth Raikage's response had made one thing perfectly clear to him.

Discussion, peace talks, holding back—none of it worked on those who coveted what was his.

If he wanted that semblance of "peace" to endure, there was only one path: kill those who threatened it!

Just like Uchiha Madara once had, he would use overwhelming strength to crush every argument and suppress every greedy ambition until all sides bowed before him. His reputation would loom so large that even after his death, it could leave the mighty of an entire region struggling to breathe!

Now,

The blood running through Kumogakure's streets was proof of his resolve to destroy any who threatened his home, however far away they might be. Taking control of a perfect Eight-Tails Jinchuriki would shatter the old balance!

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