"Ultrasonic Pest Repulsion Technique!"
Yoru unleashed the disruptive jutsu upon the sunken ship, steadily amplifying its intensity. The Umibōzu (, "Sea Priest") writhed in discomfort—though unharmed, the high-frequency waves grated against its form like nails on stone.
Finally, the creature could endure no more. It erupted from the wreckage in a surge of frothing water.
"Samehada: Chakra Devour!"
Yoru struck instantly, slamming the sentient blade into the Umibōzu's gelatinous body. As Samehada greedily absorbed its chakra, the sea monster's mass shrank visibly, its once-towering form withering like a punctured bladder.
"Oh? You're more intelligent than I expected."
To Yoru's surprise, the Umibōzu—now sensing true peril—dropped into a submissive crouch, its amorphous face contorting into something resembling a plea.
No wonder merchant ships negotiate passage through sacrifices.
This creature didn't just mindlessly attack. It calculated, demanding tributes scaled to fleet size, prioritizing gold. The relatively recent bullion in those sunken ships? Likely "taxes" collected from past victims.
"An intermediate summoning scroll will have to suffice for now."
Suna's impoverished logistics division offered meager rewards—high-tier summoning contracts were rarer than A-rank jutsu here. The mid-grade scrolls looted from the fallen Kiri fortress would have to do.
While their seals couldn't enforce long-range summoning, they excelled as tracking markers. Perfect for ensuring the Umibōzu couldn't flee.
After binding the creature, Yoru pilfered select jewels from the wreck, leaving bulkier antiquities behind. His storage scrolls—already stuffed with seized puppets and treasure—groaned at their limits.
Gold and gems stay hidden.
If Konoha learned of this private hoard, bureaucratic vultures would pick it clean. Better to let history blame the "fleeing Kiri-nin"—even if Hoshigaki Kisame howled protests.
Chaos on Deck
Returning to his fleet, Yoru found sailors kneeling, begging the ninja guards for permission to perform sacrifices. Some wept openly, invoking the Umibōzu's mercy.
"…Of course."
A grin split his face.
Why transport loot through official channels when the sea itself could launder it?
"Samehada—feed it."
Chakra flooded into the bound Umibōzu. Its body ballooned grotesquely, soon rivaling Gamabunta in sheer scale.
Theatrics
"ROOOAR—!"
The "enraged" Umibōzu erupted beside the ships, drawing screams. Yoru feigned panic, barking orders:
"Water Style: Turbulent Tsunami!"
The combined water jutsu crashed harmlessly into the creature—only for its body to expand further, "absorbing" the attack.
"Wind Style: Ten Thousand Blades!"
Sliced into ribbons, the Umibōzu "reformed" instantly, chilling all who watched.
"Fire Style: Inferno Wall!"
This time, it dove underwater, dodging effortlessly.
"We've tried everything… Sacrifices are our last hope."
With theatrical resignation, Yoru unsealed corpses—including Kiri's bloodline elite. The Umibōzu "calmed," engulfing its offerings.
"Now the gold," urged a shipmaster.
"Empty Warehouse Two's vaults!" Yoru commanded.
No one objected. What was wealth next to survival?
As chests of treasure sank into the abyss, the Umibōzu vanished—along with Yoru's "lost" spoils.