Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!
Chapter 517: The Fourth A Falls, the Eight-Tails Appears

Chapter 517 - 517: The Fourth A Falls, the Eight-Tails Appears

As time passed, the number of Kumo ninja slain by Yahiko and Konan became immeasurable.

Their cloaks were soaked in blood, and their faces were streaked with crimson stains.

What were once pleasing features now looked terrifying.

Meanwhile, Minato's battle against the AB Combo was reaching its climax.

Killer Bee, still in his Partial Tailed Beast Transformation, was gasping for breath—his injuries now outpacing his ability to heal.

The Fourth A's Lightning Release Armor, once blindingly bright, had dimmed considerably.

Only Minato remained untouched, still maintaining Sage Mode without the slightest sign of fatigue.

If Kitsuchi and Rōshi had been present, they would have been cursing Minato as a fraud.

His so-called "time limit" had long been surpassed.

"Are you ready to die?"

Minato gazed at the battered AB Combo, a victorious smirk forming on his lips.

"You're celebrating too soon."

The Fourth A forced himself to stand despite his dwindling chakra, refusing to accept defeat.

Killer Bee remained silent, but his unwavering glare spoke volumes.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Then let me show you... true despair."

The moment Minato's words fell, an overwhelming surge of power erupted from his body.

A tidal wave of crimson chakra exploded outward, flooding the battlefield with raw, untamed energy.

The chakra's presence was both sinister and violently chaotic.

Just the sheer force of its aura swept through the battlefield like a raging storm, turning countless heads and sending shivers down spines.

As this immense power enveloped him, a Tailed Beast cloak formed around Minato, nine flowing chakra tails swaying ominously behind him.

The pressure he exuded at this moment was leagues beyond anything he had displayed before.

...

"So, it really is that damn fox."

Inside Killer Bee's subconscious, Gyūki scoffed, as if he had known all along.

Any lingering doubt was now gone—this was undoubtedly Kurama's chakra.

Not that it mattered to him anymore.

In a few years, he'd be free again, roaming as he pleased.

As for Killer Bee? That kid was hopeless.

Even if he survived today, there was no telling if he'd live through the next fight.

Gyūki had already made peace with it.

No wonder he was the most laid-back of all the Tailed Beasts.

...

"You knew about this?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Killer Bee's angry voice echoed within the sealed world of his mind.

"Ridiculous. Why would I?"

"Could you have freed me if I had?"

Gyūki's voice was indifferent, completely devoid of emotion.

"I..."

Killer Bee was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond.

If not for Gyūki, he would have died long ago—so what right did he have to question him now?

"Even if I had told you, what could you have done?"

"Don't tell me you're unaware of the sheer gap between you and that Konoha shinobi."

Gyūki's blunt words crushed Killer Bee's confidence entirely.

The fire in his eyes flickered, his fighting spirit beginning to wane.

Seeing this, Gyūki smirked in satisfaction.

...

The Fourth A, however, was too focused on Minato to notice the shift in his brother.

"You... You're a Jinchūriki?!"

His eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Everything he was seeing completely defied his expectations.

He stared straight at Minato, a flicker of despair creeping into his gaze.

He knew all too well—he and Killer Bee together were already struggling against Minato.

And now, Minato had the power of a Tailed Beast as well.

His mind was in complete disarray, with only one thought rising to the surface—

"In this situation... what do they even have left to fight with?"

"Do you still think I was celebrating too soon?"

Minato waved his hand casually, and his Tailed Beast cloak extended outward, forming a massive claw that swiped down toward Killer Bee.

Bang!

Still in a dazed state, Killer Bee was sent flying before he could even react.

"Bee!"

The Fourth A roared, charging at Minato without a second thought.

He knew that the only way to slow Minato down was to go on the offensive himself.

But what he didn't realize was that Minato's true target... had always been him.

Whoosh!

Minato's figure flickered.

In an instant, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique and vanished like a phantom.

The very next second, he reappeared behind the Fourth A, a Sage Art: Wind Release Rasenshuriken infused with Nine-Tails chakra already in hand.

"And you still have the mind to worry about others?"

Minato's voice reached the Fourth A's ears just as the Rasenshuriken slammed into his back.

Boom!

The explosion roared like thunder, shaking the very air itself.

The Fourth A's pupils dilated instantly, and a massive mouthful of blood burst from his lips.

Like a crimson fountain, the blood splattered onto the sea, sending ripples across the surface.

The pain was overwhelming. It surged from his back and spread through his entire body like a violent tide.

It felt as though his internal organs had been utterly shredded in an instant.

His body, unable to resist the sheer force of the impact, was sent hurtling forward uncontrollably.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

He skipped across the ocean like a stone, his body colliding with the water again and again.

Each impact sent massive waves crashing into the air, and his body twisted and tumbled violently with each hit.

Finally, he slammed onto the water's surface like a lifeless sandbag.

He tried to move, tried to lift himself up—

But his body refused to obey.

His vision blurred, and the world before him became shrouded in a hazy mist.

Somewhere in that blur, Minato's figure loomed faintly.

But the Fourth A no longer had the strength to fight.

"How... could this..."

His voice was barely a whisper, weak and fragile—like a candle's flame, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

"Rest in peace."

As Minato's voice echoed from the distance, the light in the Fourth A's eyes slowly faded away.

...

"Raaagh!!"

Killer Bee let out a roar that no longer sounded human.

His body began to swell, rapidly expanding in size.

In mere moments, a massive, two-horned ox with eight writhing octopus-like tails took form.

It was clear—

Gyūki had completely taken over his will.

In other words... it had broken free, if only temporarily.

At this point, the shinobi on the battlefield were growing numb.

First the Two-Tails.

Then the Eight-Tails' Jinchūriki.

Then the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki.

Would this madness ever end?!

Before they could even process what was happening, Gyūki spoke.

"Finally... I'm free again."

His deep, rumbling voice sent chills through the battlefield.

The Third Raikage's expression darkened immediately.

His son was dead.

And now the Eight-Tails had fully emerged.

Gyūki had always held a deep grudge against him. Unlike the Two-Tails, it wouldn't be so easily controlled.

Glancing at Nagato, the Third Raikage realized—

This was about to become the worst situation imaginable.

"Old man, what's with that look?"

Just as expected—

The moment Gyūki appeared, its rage was directed straight at him.