Eight directions, eight Guys, an encirclement of eight Night Guys!
Defense was impossible. In those few frantic moments, Naruto had no way to put together a defense that could withstand eight Night Guys striking together. Dodging was no use either.
Wherever Night Guy aimed, the air pressure formed an impenetrable wall. Flying Thunder God would work, of course, but under the Grand Martial Arts Tournament's rules, leaving the arena meant defeat. And staying in the arena meant certain death!
No matter how he looked at it, he was trapped. Admitting defeat seemed to be his only way out!
But then he wouldn't be Naruto!
He closed his eyes. In those few milliseconds, countless ideas flashed through his mind. He didn't have Shikamaru's intellect, only instincts tempered in the fires of battle!
But... it was too difficult. Even those who understood Naruto best had lost hope!
Obito said, "Looks like Naruto really is going to crash and burn this time. Still, the one fighting is only a Shadow Clone. Once that comes out, Naruto shouldn't look too embarrassed..."
Madara said, "As entertaining as it is to watch that brat get humbled, even I might have a rough time in his place..."
Hashirama said, "Ah, what should I have for dinner tonight?"
In a cozy little house, Sasuke sat on a pink bed, dressed in clean clothes.
The Crystal Ball on the table showed Naruto's moment of crisis. Sasuke held his breath!
"What will you do... Naruto?!"
In the tournament stands, the eyes of a woman watching her beloved brimmed with faith. "Naruto-kun will find a way!!!!!"
"Got it...!!!"
At the last possible moment, Naruto found a way out!!
It was a jutsu he had improvised three years ago using Shukaku's Magnet Release chakra, purely for fun-a jutsu he had never used