The concentrated Tailed Beast Bomb at his mouth leaked terrifying energy as it took shape.
Shukaku glanced from the corner of his eye at the Sand ninja behind him, who were feeding him chakra.
He now had every confidence that he could clash head-on with the four tailed beasts opposite him.
At his command, The surrounding land, already turned into a desert, rippled and condensed into a solid wall of sand, shielding the seemingly diminished Sand ninja behind him.
The Tailed Beast Bomb roared through the dry air and shot toward the Four-Tails.
The chakra continuously pouring into his body rapidly formed at Shukaku's mouth.
A second one!
It flew toward the Five-Tails.
A third!
Close behind it, it flew toward the Eight-Tails, whose face glimmered with an eerie light.
A fourth.
It locked onto the Seven-Tails in the sky.
Four Tailed Beast Bombs formed and fired in an instant, leaving Shukaku feeling unprecedentedly refreshed. Now, he could personally experience the chained Tailed Beast Bombs Kurama had used earlier.
Eight blazing Tailed Beast Bombs exploded violently in midair. The raging shockwaves howled endlessly like wind dragons, forcing Chiyo to struggle to maintain the chakra threads at his fingertips so that the Puppets disrupting the tailed beasts' rhythm would not lose contact.
At the center of the storm, Kurama sent himself flying with a punch. His crimson fox eyes rapidly widened along with the Tailed Beast Bomb gathering at his mouth as he attacked his chakra-depleted self.
Fall.
Weak self.
This battle had already proven who was the devourer.
There was no longer room in Kurama's mind for anything else.
He completely cast aside the battle on Shukaku's side. None of that mattered anymore. His mind was filled only with merging the separated individuals.
The sight of his own battered, weakened