As soon as Kaito finished speaking, both Son Gokū and Kokuō bristled with fury.

Even the usually composed Kokuō grew visibly agitated.

The tailed beasts didn't waste time exchanging words.

They opened their mouths wide—

Twin orbs of pitch-black chakra formed instantly, humming with destructive energy.

Boom!

The Tailed Beast Bombs tore through the air like cannon fire, surging toward Kaito with terrifying speed.

But he was faster.

Kaito twisted midair, narrowly slipping between the twin blasts as they exploded behind him.

Seeing him dodge so cleanly only enraged the tailed beasts further.

BOOM!

The sky rumbled in the distance from the impact, but Kaito remained calm.

With a sharp motion, he extended both hands downward. White lightning surged through his body and exploded from his palms.

A heartbeat later, a giant figure of crackling lightning began to take shape on the battlefield.

Towering over ten meters tall, the lightning construct wore a suit of jagged thunder-chain armor, a long cape of lightning trailing behind it. A glowing sword hung at its side, while a gleaming spear sparked in its right hand. Its face was defined with radiant detail—eyes, mouth, nose—looking as if molded from pure electricity.

Kaito dropped from above, landing between the massive brows of the giant, as though opening a third eye.

The sheer pressure from the construct's presence sent tremors across the battlefield. Son Gokū and Kokuō paused, instinctively cautious—as if a god of thunder had descended upon them.

This was Kaito's personal creation, modeled after an ancient general from his memories of Earth's warring eras.

"One billion volts... Raijin Descends," Kaito said coldly, standing tall atop the giant's head.

With that single thought—

The thunder giant moved.

Twin beams of lightning burst from its eyes like searing spotlights, illuminating the battlefield. It stomped forward, the very earth quaking beneath each step as it crossed dozens of meters in seconds.

Seeing the threat approach, the two tailed beasts didn't hesitate.

Tailed beasts were the pride of chakra lifeforms. There was no way they'd retreat from a challenge.

Son Gokū's arms transformed into molten fists as he charged in. Beside him, Kokuō's horns glowed with intense steam, the pressure around them on the verge of liquefaction.

The thunder giant met them head-on.

It raised its spear and crossed it over its chest to block their charge.

Lightning danced violently along the weapon. Black sparks—dense with destructive energy—flickered along the edges, resembling a black flame coating the white-hot spear.

Boom!

The impact was deafening.

Lava exploded from Son Gokū's fists, bathing the area in a sea of fire.

Steam erupted from Kokuō's horns like high-pressure cannons, rapidly wrapping around the lightning giant, trying to melt it down.

But Kaito saw through their plan.

Without hesitation, he commanded—

The thunder giant spun its spear, generating a cyclone of lightning that tore away the steam.

Standing amidst the molten landscape, the giant raised its weapon and brought it crashing down on Son Gokū like a divine hammer.

Clang!

Son Gokū crossed his arms to block, magma surging up his limbs as he was driven back, sliding through the sea of fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle escalated into a full-scale cataclysm.

Kaito's lightning avatar traded blows with both tailed beasts as they clashed, shook the land, and changed the terrain.

Steam hissed. Lava surged. Lightning crackled.

Within seconds, the three titans vanished from the sight of Ōnoki and the other Iwa-nin, leaving behind only devastation.

Ōnoki quickly flew after them, his small frame rocketing across the sky.

—

Five minutes later…

The clash tore out of the Land of Earth and reached the border of the Land of Fire.

In a nearby temporary camp, Hyūga Hizashi and his team had just finished briefing Jiraiya.

Suddenly, violent tremors shook the ground. Faces turned pale.

A sentry burst into the command tent, panting in horror.

"Jiraiya-sama! Something's wrong! The Four-Tails and Five-Tails are locked in battle with a giant made of lightning! And they're heading straight for us!"

"What? Wasn't the fight happening in Iwagakure's territory? How did it reach here?" Jiraiya stood up with a frown, bolting out of the tent.

The rest of the Konoha team exchanged nervous glances and followed.

The moment they stepped outside—

They froze.

In the distance stood a massive figure wrapped in brilliant white lightning, spear raised high. Beneath it, molten lava roared and thick steam blanketed the terrain. The giant was clashing with the Four-Tailed and Five-Tailed Beasts.

Every movement caused the earth to shatter, the mountains to tremble. The tailed beasts were being pushed back, unable to retaliate.

Overhead, Ōnoki zipped across the sky, occasionally launching Dust Release attacks to aid the tailed beasts.

The sight stunned not just Jiraiya—but every Konoha shinobi present.

Some rubbed their eyes. Others pinched their arms.

Was this real?

Was the Third Tsuchikage... playing support?

Were two tailed beasts... being overwhelmed?

"Jiraiya-sama," a high-ranking ninja said, swallowing hard. "The battlefield's almost reached our territory. Should we intervene?"

Jiraiya groaned and shook his head.

"Hell no. Order a full retreat—get everyone as far from this battlefield as possible."

He glared toward the clash in the distance.

"One person is keeping both tailed beasts and Ōnoki in check. What do you think we're going to do? Interfere and get roasted?"

He sighed, muttering bitterly to himself. "You sit around minding your business, and disaster still shows up at your door..."

This wasn't a battle they could afford to step into. Even if the jonin survived, the chūnin wouldn't last a second in the storm of chakra and raw power.

One wrong move, and Konoha's entire border detachment would be wiped out.

"When did someone that powerful show up in the shinobi world…?" Jiraiya muttered, watching the clash closely. "He might be on the level of the First Hokage…"

Just then, Hizashi activated his Byakugan and said, "Jiraiya-sama, maybe we don't need to retreat. It looks like the fight is nearing its end."

Jiraiya narrowed his eyes. "Then we wait."

—

Far ahead—

The Four-Tails and Five-Tails roared together, their bodies glowing with destructive chakra. In the sky above them, black and white particles began to converge, forming something massive.

The air grew heavy.

The final strike was coming.

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