"Yo, yo, yo, my tails got blown off~~"
Gyuki's voice came from within the billowing smoke.
It wasn't just him. With the Tailed Beast Bombs exploding at such close range, Son Gokū, Kurama, and even Ron, who had transformed into the Golden Nine-Tailed Fox Demon, had all been caught in the blasts.
Almost half the Golden Nine-Tailed Fox Demon's head had been blown away. Golden fragments of chakra drifted through the air like a wilting flower of light.
But as Ron released chakra again, the shattered fox head swiftly re-formed, as though it had never been injured.
The injuries to his actual body healed almost the instant they appeared.
As for the Tailed Beasts' injuries, Ron wasn't worried. Tailed Beasts weren't ordinary flesh-and-blood creatures. In essence, they were enormous masses of chakra with minds of their own.
In a sense, they were immortal. No matter how severe their injuries, they could recover.
"Ron~" Kurama turned his fox head toward him and asked for confirmation, "That counts as... taking one down, right?"
"No idea." Standing inside the Golden Nine-Tailed Fox Demon, Ron looked through the churning smoke and dust at the battlefield that was gradually falling silent, then continued, "Who knows whether these things died or went home."
Mainly, he knew too little about Imu's abilities to know how to truly kill them.
But... who gives a fuck? Imu's sneakiest trick, [Black Conversion Domination], doesn't work on me anyway. They can die or not, whatever. I won't die either.
"Huh?" Kurama froze. What kind of talk was that? They went home when they got killed? But... he didn't dwell on it. Judging by Ron's expression, it seemed perfectly normal.
Soon, Kurama changed the subject and asked, "The people from our world... who else has come here?"
Ron fell silent for a