Jinchuriki Six Paths Clones

The Yugito Nii were the first to move.

No, it didn't move, it exploded.

Blue Chakra flames erupted from every pore of her body, instantly engulfing her. The flames condensed, shaped, and expanded—in just two seconds, a giant cat entirely composed of blue flames appeared on the battlefield.

Matatabi, the Two-Tails, Full Tailed-Beast Transformation.

The giant cat raised its head and let out a silent roar— the Jinchuriki was already dead, and the will of the Tailed Beast was forcibly suppressed by the Rinnegan; this roar was merely a burst of Chakra impacting the air. But even this burst of chakra blew away the three nearest Allied Forces tents, and seventeen ninjas were thrown into the air like falling leaves.

"Defense--!"

In the Iwagakure Unit, Kitsuchi's roar almost tore his throat apart. He slammed his hands on the ground, and the soil in front of him suddenly rose up, forming a five-meter-thick earthen wall.

Too slow.

With a flick of its tail, the giant blue flame cat shattered the earthen wall like paper. In the path swept by the fiery tail, twelve Iwagakure Ninja were reduced to charred skeletons before they could even scream.

"Water Release · Water Formation Wall!"

"Earth Release · Earth-Style Wall!"

Lightning Release: Lightning Release: Lightning Shield!

The allied ninjas finally reacted, and the light of Ninjutsu shone everywhere. But the hastily formed defense was a joke in front of the Full Tailed-Beast Transformation Two-Tails. Wherever the flames passed, water was evaporated, earth was melted, and lightning was swallowed up.

"Don't try to withstand it! Scatter! Scatter!"

Commander Cloud Village of Darui echoed across the battlefield. This usually lazy ninja was now drenched in cold sweat, his hands forming three hand seals. "Storm Release: Laser Circus!"

A laser-like Storm Release beam shot towards the Two-Tails' eyes.

Precise, swift, and powerful enough to pierce steel.

Two-Tails didn't even try to dodge.

The moment the beam struck the eyeball, blue flames surged, absorbing and assimilating the energy of the Storm Release. The Two-Tails' eye even shone brighter.

"How is this possible..." Darui took a half step back.

"Don't use Chakra attacks!" Kitsuchi charged in from the other side, carrying an injured Iwagakure Jonin his shoulder. "Tailed Beast are aggregates of Chakra; ordinary Ninjutsu will be absorbed! Use physical attacks! Or—"

His words were interrupted by a loud bang.

The Four-Tails Jinchuriki, Roshi, landed on the ground.

No, it didn't fall, it crashed down.

A fist as thick as lava slammed into the earth, creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks that spread three hundred meters outward from the point of impact. Scorching steam spewed from the cracks, instantly engulfing more than seventy ninjas within the area.

Screams of agony.

It wasn't the scream of someone who was injured; it was the scream of someone being steamed alive.

After the steam dissipated, only swollen and ulcerated corpses remained on the ground, their skin peeled off, their muscles thoroughly cooked, and in some cases, even the bones were visible.

"Earth Release: Earth Release: Opening Earth Rising Excavation!"

Kitsuchi's eyes widened in fury, and he slammed his hands on the ground again. A massive Rock Pillar rose from beneath Roshi's feet, attempting to lift him into the air.

Roshi lowered his head and glanced at the Kitsuchi.

The projection of that Rinnegan was as cold and mechanical as a machine.

Then he opened his mouth.

It wasn't yelling, it was vomiting.

A torrent of crimson lava erupted from his mouth, flowing upstream along the Rock Pillar. Kitsuchi Tu's expression changed drastically; he immediately severed the Chakra connection, but it was too late. The lava engulfed the top of the Rock Pillar, then surged back along the Chakra pathways—

A hand grabbed Kitsuchi by the back of his collar.

It was Kurotsuchi. The girl's face was covered in soot and sweat, but her eyes were sharp. "Father! Retreat!"

She formed a hand Hand Seals with one hand and pressed the other hand to the ground. "Lava Release: Lava Release: Lime Solidification Technique!"

White limestone slurry gushed from the ground, reacting violently upon contact with the lava, producing a large amount of water vapor and solidifying the lava. However, this was only a temporary measure; the solidified rock layer only held out for three seconds before being remelted by subsequent lava.

"This won't do..." Kurotsuchi gritted her teeth, pulling Kitsuchi backward as they retreated rapidly. "Jinchuriki who Full Tailed-Beast Transformation, and is controlled by the Rinnegan... Our attacks are completely ineffective!"

"Then let the right people come!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

Ai's figure appeared above Roshi's head, his entire body wrapped in dazzling Lightning Release Armor. His right arm was pulled back, muscles bulging, veins popping, every fiber vibrating at a high frequency.

"Double Lariat--!"

This is not a friendly exchange, not a test; it's a kill shot.

The strongest Taijutsu of Cloud Village, the Fourth Raikage's ultimate technique, is enough to Complete Body Susanoo in one blow.

The fist collided with the top of Roshi's head.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then the shockwave exploded.

Centered on the point of impact, the air within a radius of 100 meters was completely emptied, creating a brief vacuum. The ground caved in three meters, and rubble and dust flew outward in a ring, piercing the bodies of more than a dozen ninjas who had no time to dodge.

Roshi's body—no, the body of the Four-Tails Son Gokū —flew backward, crashing through seven giant trees and carving a fifty-meter-long trench in the ground.

Ai landed back on the ground, the light of his Lightning Release Armor dimming slightly, but his imposing aura remained undiminished. He shook his slightly numb right arm and looked towards the end of the ravine.

Roshi... stood up.

On the Four-Tails creature's body, a large dent was formed at the point of impact, and its lava-like skin cracked, revealing a black inner layer that resembled cooled magma. However, the cracks were healing at a visible speed, and the lava began to flow again, filling the gap.

The projection of the Rinnegan remained indifferent.

"They're still alive?!" Ai's pupils contracted.

"Because only the Jinchuriki's body died." Ōnoki's voice came from the sky. The Third Tsuchikage floated twenty meters above the ground, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and the cube-shaped light of Dust Release Rinnegan in his palms. "The Tailed Beast's Chakra is forcibly imprisoned in this corpse by the Rinnegan. As long as the Chakra is not exhausted, it will not truly 'die'."

"Then exhaust it!"

Ai's figure transformed into lightning once more.

But this time, he was stopped.

It wasn't Roshi.

It was by a tentacle.

Eight octopus tentacles swept across from the other end of the battlefield, each as thick as a water tank, covered in suckers and barbs. The tentacles moved with incredible speed, instantly wrapping around Ai's limbs, waist, and neck—

"Lord Raikage!"

hope's screams were drowned out by the strangling sounds of the tentacles.

Ai grunted, unleashing the full power of his Lightning Release Armor. High-voltage current traveled along the tentacles, filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh. But the tentacles only trembled slightly, their strangling force undiminished.

Because this is not flesh and blood.

This is the materialization of Chakra, the power of the Eight-Tails- Gyuki. Pain has no meaning for it, harm has no meaning for it.

It's just a puppet, executing a single command:

Slaughter.

"Dust Release: Technique of Detachment of the Primitive World"

Ōnoki made his move.

The cube of white light shot out from the palm, instantly enveloping the three tentacles that were wrapped around Ai. Wherever the white light passed, matter decomposed into molecules, the Chakra structure collapsed, and the tentacles disappeared silently, like strokes erased by an eraser.

Ai plummeted from mid-air, tumbling twice on the ground before collapsing to one knee, panting heavily. There were deep purple marks on his neck, and the light from his Lightning Release Armor had dimmed to almost invisible.

"Thanks, old man..." he said hoarsely.

"Stop talking nonsense." Ōnoki landed beside him, his face so serious it could drip water. "Look over there."

Ai followed his gaze and her breath caught in her throat.

The corpses of six Jinchuriki and six monsters that Tailed Beast Transformation or Half-Tailed-Beast Transformation have all been deployed to the battlefield.

The Two-Tails burned on the left flank, leaving a trail of scorched earth in their wake.

The Four-Tails spewed lava from the center, turning the earth into a furnace.

The Five-Tails rampaged wildly on the right flank, and each steam explosion took away more than a dozen lives.

The Six-Tails sprayed poisonous mist from behind, causing those who inhaled it to suffer from ulceration all over their bodies within three seconds.

The Seven-Tails scatters scales in the air; anyone whose Chakra rapidly absorbed.

The tentacles of the Eight-Tails crisscrossed the battlefield like the lash of Death God.

And the samurai of the Land of Iron...

Ai's gaze swept across the edge of the battlefield, and her heart clenched painfully.

The samurai unit's position was now deserted, with no living people standing in sight.

It's not because they're weak. The samurai of the Land of Iron are all highly skilled with swords and have steely wills; they can take on ten ninjas single-handedly. But their fighting style dictates that they must engage in close combat.

Close combat, especially against a monster that Tailed Beast Transformation, is tantamount to suicide.

Ai saw a samurai captain charging towards the Five-Tails, swords in both hands. His swordsmanship was clean and swift, severing the tendon of one of the Five-Tails' forelegs. But the next second, a steam explosion engulfed him. When the explosion subsided, only a twisted sword and a few charred fragments of armor remained.

He saw another samurai trying to bind the Two-Tails creature's tail with chains. The chains melted in the flames, and the molten iron flowed back, drenching him.

He saw the third place, the fourth place, the hundredth place...

"Where's Mifune?!" Ai turned his head sharply.

"There," Ōnoki pointed to the center of the battlefield.

The general of the Land of Iron is standing in front of the Four-Tails.

It's not about running away, it's not about defending, it's about charging forward.

Mikazuki Munechika's blade reflected a chilling light in the sunlight, its edge riddled with nicks—marks left from cleaving through lava and splitting rocks. Mifune's armor was melted in several places, and his left arm hung limply, clearly broken. Yet, his posture remained ramrod straight, his gaze still sharp.

"Leader! Retreat!" a surviving warrior roared from afar.

The Mifune did not turn back.

He gripped the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and pointed the tip of the sword at the projection of the Rinnegan between the eyebrows of the Four-Tails.

Then he stepped forward and charged ahead.

It's not a ninja's Body Flicker Technique, nor the Raikage's ultimate speed; it's simply the purest and most basic form of samurai charge.

One step, ten meters.

Two steps, twenty meters.

Three steps, and the knife was already raised.

The Four-Tails lowered their heads, opened their mouths, and lava gathered in their throats.

Mifune leaped up.

The man is in the air, the knife is at its highest point, and sunlight condenses on the blade into a blinding white dot.

Cut--

A torrent of lava erupted.

The blade flashed.

Time stretched out in that instant.

Ai saw that Mifune's sword sliced through the lava, through the steam, and through the hard skull of the Four-Tails' foreheads, finally stopping an inch in front of the Rinnegan projection.

Then the lava engulfed him.

There were no screams, no struggles.

After the lava flow, only a broken sword remained on the ground, half of the blade stuck in the forehead of the Four-Tails, trembling slightly.

The Four-Tails reached out and pulled out the broken sword. The wound on its forehead was deep enough to expose the bone, but there was no blood, only lava wriggling and healing at the wound site. It casually tossed the broken sword aside, turned around, and continued towards the allied forces' position.

The famous sword, named Mikazuki Munechika, landed on the scorched earth with a dull thud.

"You bastard...!"

Ai's teeth nearly ground to powder. He wanted to rush forward, but Ōnoki held his shoulder down.

"Look carefully," Tsuchikage's voice trembled, not from fear, but from anger. "Look carefully at the current situation."

Ai forced herself to calm down and scanned the battlefield.

The 50,000-strong allied army had suffered at least 10,000 casualties in less than ten minutes of fighting.

The warriors of the Land of Iron were almost entirely wiped out.

The Iwagakure and Cloud Village are still Jonin to hold on, but despair is written on every face. Chunin and Genin? Those people are not even cannon fodder in front of the Tailed Beast Transformation monsters. A lava wave, a steam explosion, a sweep of the tail can take away dozens of lives.

And what damage did they inflict on the enemy?

Almost zero.

The flames on the Two-Tails dimmed slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

The wound on Four-Tails's forehead has healed.

The Five-Tails' severed front legs grew back.

The Six-Tails, Seven-Tails, Eight-Tails... the Rinnegan's control turned these Tailed Beasts, who should have died, into tireless, painless, and almost limitless killing machines with Chakra.

"This isn't war..." Ai said hoarsely, "This is massacre."

"So we need to change tactics." Ōnoki released his grip and floated up again. "Withdraw all low- and mid-level combatants, leaving only Jonin. As for Mifune's samurai... send them back to the Land of Iron, if they can survive."

"And what about you and me?"

Ōnoki looked towards the other side of the battlefield.

Beneath that ancient cedar tree, two figures still stood there.

Madara Uchiha —or rather, the man wearing his mask—crossed his arms and watched the massacre silently, as if it were a play.

The wine, and the war envoy in red robes and black cloud, stood respectfully half a step behind him, equally silent.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king," Ōnoki said, the light of Dust Release gathering in his palm once more. "As long as we take down that guy who calls himself Madara, these Jinchuriki should stop."

Ai took a deep breath, Lightning Release Armor lit up again, this time even more dazzling and ferocious than before.

"Just what I wanted."

The two looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

The next moment, lightning and the white light of Dust Release shot towards the other side of the battlefield.