What the fuck was that big, black, round fucking thing?
Zabuza stared at the suspicious thing Naruto had formed in his hand, utterly dumbfounded.
Was this fucking Nine-Tails Jinchuriki not even bothering to pretend anymore??
He hadn't even put on a tailed beast cloak, and he was already forming a Tailed Beast Bomb in his normal state?
How was anyone supposed to play against this without a nerf?
It wasn't as though Zabuza had never seen this move. When he had failed to assassinate the Fourth Mizukage and fled the village, the Fourth Mizukage had used it, but even he had needed a Partial Tailed Beast Transformation to do so.
And using it had taken a considerable toll on him.
Why could this Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, barely in his teens, fire one off in his normal state?
Was this fucker even human?
Meanwhile, Kakashi, who was testing Haku at close range nearby, merely curled his lip when he saw it.
This was nothing yet.
It was only about the size of Naruto's head, a special variant with fairly ordinary power.
As far as he understood Tailed Beast Bombs, there were three standard types.
Naruto's was a variation of the first: fist-sized bombs that could be fired in rapid succession, each powerful enough to blow up a few houses.
The second was as large as a tailed beast's entire body, with unpredictable destructive power.
The third was the size of a tailed beast's head, and its power...
People from other villages might not know, but everyone in Konoha knew how powerful that attack was.
Not far from Konoha, there had once been a range of low mountains, only twenty or thirty meters high. Streams crisscrossed the mountains, the surroundings were peaceful, the vegetation lush, and there were no dangerous animals. It had