That stinking tanuki was still as obsessed with saving face as ever.
He was obviously the weakest one, with only a single tail.
Kurama snorted heavily in the Tailed Beast space, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Look at what you've turned your Jinchuriki brat into."
Shukaku's shrill voice immediately flared up. "Stinking fox, say that again if you've got the guts!"
That sharp, piercing voice exploded in Gaara's mind, making his temples throb.
"How many times have I told you? Foxes have seven transformations, tanuki have eight! You've got one less transformation than me! Gaara, let me out already. I'll beat that brat into pulp!"
Shukaku was so enraged by Kurama's words that he nearly started smoking on the spot.
The Tailed Beast chakra inside Gaara also surged violently. A massive sand claw burst through the ground and viciously grabbed at Naruto.
But though both were Jinchuriki, Gaara might have looked terrifying back then, yet all he had ever relied on were the Sand Shield left behind by his mother and the Magnet Release he inherited from Rasa.
In terms of chakra alone, he was nowhere near qualified to compare himself to Naruto.
Naruto carried the blood of the Uzumaki Clan, was Asura's reincarnation, and had an Eight Trigrams Seal formed from the Positive and Negative Four Symbols Seal embedded within him. His chakra reserves were far beyond anything Gaara could hope to match.
There was even less need to mention taijutsu. With the Sand Shield and sand armor protecting him, Gaara could barely be bothered to move his feet. He had completely become a rookie who only knew how to stand there and take hits.
The Sand Monster Arm had barely rushed in front of him when the tail behind Naruto lashed out. With a crack, it shattered the