(Bonus Chapter)
"Can tailed beasts even kill people?"
Watching the Three-Tails, Five-Tails, and Eight-Tails fully transform, Ren felt… nothing.
If anything, he almost wanted to laugh.
Seven years ago, he could suppress the Nine-Tails with ease.
So these three? Their chakra pressure looked scary, sure—but in his eyes…
That was all it was: scary-looking.
And more importantly—
Fully transforming right in front of him…
Were they seriously pretending the Mangekyō Sharingan didn't exist?
"ROAR—!"
The Five-Tails—Han—locked onto Ren, opened its mouth wide, and began compressing chakra.
A dense black sphere formed.
A Bijūdama.
On the other side, the Three-Tails—Yagura—also gathered a high-density black energy bomb.
And the Eight-Tails—Killer B—eyes filled with rage, condensed another Bijūdama as well.
The four Kage-level leaders instantly moved to coordinate:
"Prepare to strike!"
"Everyone—focus fire! Kill Uchiha Ren!"
"We have to erase him—before he becomes the next Hashirama… or Madara!"
They'd realized it already:
They'd misjudged him.
Badly.
And now the only option left was to gamble everything on a single overwhelming burst.
"DIE!"
Killer B fired first.
But the next second—
Something happened that made the entire battlefield go silent.
The Eight-Tails didn't aim at Ren.
It turned—
and blasted a Bijūdama straight at the Fourth Raikage.
And as if that was the signal…
The Five-Tails attacked Ōnoki.
The Three-Tails attacked Elder Genji.
"B—what are you doing?!"
"Yagura! You—did you hit the wrong target?!"
"Han! Are you out of your mind?!"
The Kage were stunned for half a heartbeat—
then forced to dodge instantly.
Because a Bijūdama doesn't care about "alliances."
BOOOOM!! BOOOOM!! BOOOOM!!
Three gigantic explosions erupted back-to-back, shockwaves ripping across the field like rolling disasters.
Konoha's forces stared like they were watching a nightmare flip inside out.
"The tailed beasts… are attacking their own side?"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Are we… winning without even fighting?"
For a moment, the war looked like it had turned into a joke.
Then Fugaku's eyes narrowed.
"Look at Ren-sama's eyes."
"The tomoe pattern is different…"
His voice went hoarse with awe.
"That's not just Mangekyō anymore."
"…It's the Mangekyō Sharingan."
In Uchiha history, only Madara had reached that stage.
And unlike ordinary Mangekyō—
the Eternal version didn't burn the user out the same way.
Fugaku swallowed, equal parts envy and fear.
"He used genjutsu… and took control of the jinchūriki."
Everything clicked for the others.
Kakashi.
Might Guy.
Hiashi.
Shikaku.
Of course.
If Ren could bend minds with that level of ocular power…
then tailed beasts weren't trump cards.
They were weapons he could steal mid-battle.
On the battlefield, the controlled tailed beasts clashed with the Kage.
Explosions and shockwaves pounded the area nonstop.
After one collision, the Raikage—fully cloaked in Lightning Release—was still blasted backward and smashed into the ground dozens of meters away.
Ōnoki roared and formed seals—
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
A translucent, shape-shifting prism of annihilation shot forward.
It collided with a Bijūdama, detonating into a violent storm of force.
Ōnoki was thrown back hundreds of meters, face twisted in rage—
and then he saw it.
For a split instant, in Han's eyes—
a Sharingan pattern flickered.
That was the moment Ōnoki's blood ran cold.
Mangekyō.
No—worse than Mangekyō.
Against eyes like that…
even a Nine-Tails jinchūriki would still get played.
Ōnoki felt it—clear as an old scar reopening:
That suffocating, hopeless pressure…
The feeling of standing before Uchiha Madara.
Total suppression.
No path to victory.
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