The next second, a sharp, excited voice rang out.
"Yahoo! I can finally come out!"
"Quite cheerful, aren't you?" Hiromi was somewhat amused.
However, he had things to do now and didn't plan on playing any longer.
After the sharp voice appeared from Gaara, countless grains of sand immediately surged out, causing his entire body to become incredibly bloated and massive.
"I'll kill you! Kill you all! Hahahaha!" Shukaku laughed wildly in a shrill voice.
From the rocky mountains in the distance, Ōnoki saw this and narrowed his eyes, appearing somewhat pleased.
"A Jinchuriki, a gift delivered right to my door."
No matter how chaotic the situation was, this was still his Iwagakure territory. Here, there was only what he didn't want, nothing he couldn't get.
On the other side, Orochimaru and the others were also somewhat excited.
Orochimaru: A Jinchuriki! A fine experimental subject!
Sasori: Just in time to see if I can modify a Jinchuriki puppet.
Jūzō: If I control him, could I become the leader of the Akatsuki?
Deidara: Looks like it would be easy to blow up.
Kakuzu, who was walking toward Hiromi and the others, was also quite excited.
"A Jinchuriki! Another valuable head!"
The Uchiha Root Members hidden around the battlefield were also a bit thrilled.
"I wonder if this can force out Hiromi's Flame Emperor Form."
Everyone present was happy.
Except for Baki, Temari, and Kankuro, whose faces were pale, the three of them trembling, filled with unease and fear.
But in the next second, Shukaku's shrill, excited voice came to an abrupt halt. It looked at the tiny Hiromi as if it had seen a ghost.
"What is this feeling of suppression!!!"
It looked at those mottled blood-red eyes and felt an irresistible will. The next second, having sensed something, it screamed and began to struggle violently.
"Nooooo!!!"
Only its voice clearly and accurately conveyed how intense its resistance was.
In the next instant, the massive monster that was about to surge into a fifty-meter-tall form collapsed with a crash. The sand fell with a rustle, revealing the unconscious Gaara.
Baki, Temari, and Kankuro stared at the scene before them in a daze, unable to believe it.
...
"Damn it! Damn it!!!"
Shrill, violent sounds, accompanied by the loud crashes of sand hitting the ground, echoed throughout the sandstorm-filled desert.
Suddenly, a figure appeared within it, eyes a mottled, deep blood-red.
Hiromi scanned the surroundings. "Is this Gaara's Mental World?"
He glanced around. In front was a fifty-meter-tall, round, monster, venting its rage in the storm. Behind was a deep hole less than a meter tall, where a small boy with short red hair could be seen huddled inside.
The faint sounds of sobbing, "Mama," "Mama," could be heard.
Hiromi glanced at him, then turned his gaze toward the round, monster. He looked up, his pupils narrowing. In an instant, the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan unleashed a powerful ocular power, bringing the entire sandstorm to a halt.
Whoosh—
In an instant, the desert, where visibility had been less than five meters, became clear for miles.
"Hmm?" Shukaku turned its head in confusion.
It saw the 1.32-meter-tall boy a hundred meters away.
That familiar figure, and those blood-red eyes filled with suppressive power!
It couldn't help but feel terrified and uneasy.
"You! How did you get in here!"
After its initial terror, Shukaku became violent once more.
Hiromi looked at it quietly. Suddenly, Shukaku's massive body was crushed amidst fear and rage, vanishing without a trace.
Having done this, Hiromi left the place with a thought.
In the entire desert world, only the sobbing voice of the small boy in the cave could be faintly heard.
"Mama... Mama..."
—
Shukaku, the sand monster that should have been out on a rampage, had actually collapsed inexplicably?!
Baki, Temari, and Kankuro watched the scene of falling sand in horror, filled with fear of the unknown.
What was going on?
Temari and Kankuro looked at Hiromi's figure, their limbs going soft and their bodies turning cold.
Just what kind of person was this? Even the monstrous Gaara was no match for him.
So easily... so easily he was...
In their eyes, only endless terror remained.
Beside them, Baki looked at Hiromi's figure, and a rumor about the Uchiha uncontrollably flashed through his mind—The Sharingan possesses the power to control Tailed Beasts.
He wasn't the only one who remembered. Ōnoki, Orochimaru, and the others all remembered it as well.
The difference was that Ōnoki's expression was so solemn it bordered on grim. A Jinchuriki was a vital weapon for a village, a military force essential for a top-tier nation. Now, this essential military force was completely powerless before that Hiromi.
'He must not be allowed to live. It would be best if the entire Uchiha clan were wiped out.' This thought rang out frantically in his mind over and over again, irrepressibly.
...
Orochimaru and Sasori, on the other hand, became even more excited.
The Mangekyo was even more powerful than they had imagined. Such a person would surely make an excellent experimental subject (puppet).
For some reason, Jūzō suddenly recalled that blood-red figure from the Third Great Ninja War. Instantly, his heart filled with dread, his hair stood on end, and his entire body became ice-cold. The ambition in his heart retracted instantly, leaving only unease coiling within him. His expression was terrifyingly grim.
Deidara stared at Hiromi's eyes, dumbfounded, his pupils trembling slightly.
"So beautiful..."
"Is this... art?"
This was the first time he had ever envied someone else's ability.
Those eyes... is that art?
"No, I won't admit it, I will never admit it!"
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