The instant the beast's roar erupted, he knew he could no longer hide anything.
Above the Kusagakure camp, screams rained down alongside severed limbs.
A small village that could not even gather a single Kage Level fighter had no right to struggle when faced with the Tailed Beast power the Five Great Ninja Villages wielded as nuclear weapons.
Black-red chakra enveloped Naruto's entire body.
His cheeks were smeared black, his original skin no longer visible.
The Nine-Tails' violent chakra had gone out of control.
Normally, one could keep conscious by using one's own chakra to divide and suppress the Nine-Tails Chakra within the body, or by having the Nine-Tails help gather the lingering will of the Ten-Tails within the chakra.
That was how violent chakra turned around and devoured a Jinchuriki's consciousness.
Under normal circumstances, Naruto's foundation would have allowed him to maintain his sanity in the Two-Tails form. With the Nine-Tails' cooperation, he could easily control even Three-Tails.
But the resentment he had suffered in Konoha over the years, the suffering of his fellow Uzumaki Clan members that cut to the bone, and his respect for a mother—everything that had built up over the years exploded at once.
The violent negative emotions within the Ten-Tails' chakra had been ignited.
Only one thought remained in his mind: make these animals experience the same fear.
This was his roar, hurled back at this twisted world.
A black Tailed Beast Bomb formed in his mouth and blasted out a ravine wide enough to swallow an entire squad.
Four chakra tails swung out, tearing Kusagakure ninja into several pieces as easily as snapping chopsticks.
Where people gathered, conflict would arise. When an individual's martial strength greatly surpassed the average, ambition and desire would begin to grow horns.
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