The wind had died down, and the rain had stopped.
Residual arcs of electricity crackled across the sea, sending ripples spreading outward.
Uchiha Sora stood bare-chested, his body dotted with bloody holes like the stings of giant bees.
His black hair hung loosely around his shoulders, while the fiery patterns on Ryuzuki in his hand gradually faded.
Splash—
Across from him, Killer B's last Bee Blade slipped from his grasp and fell into the sea.
He panted harshly. Merely using chakra to remain standing on the water had already drained every last bit of his strength.
Fugaku and Shisui also bore wounds of varying severity.
"This guy..."
Looking at Killer B's back, Fugaku could not help but sigh in admiration. "He's incredibly strong. The three of us working together had such a hard time taking him down."
Shisui stepped forward.
"Sora, should I control him?"
Uchiha Sora shook his head as he looked at Killer B, who had lowered his head as if he had fallen unconscious.
He did not know how Uchiha Obito had managed to control Karatachi Yagura, the Three-Tails' jinchūriki. Come to think of it, his ability to control the Nine-Tails made no sense either. It could only be attributed to something Madara Uchiha had left behind.
Killer B was a perfect jinchūriki. Even if Shisui could control him, he would not be able to do anything else.
Trading Shisui for a jinchūriki who might go berserk at any moment was far too costly.
Perhaps he could imprison Killer B in Infinity Castle...
Forget it. From the very beginning, Uchiha Sora had never intended to capture the Eight-Tails.
A tailed beast that had already formed bonds with humans was more trouble than it was worth to keep around, aside from serving as material when creating the Ten-Tails.