Chapter 141: The Hunter’s Intervention

Suigetsu’s rage at being targeted manifested in a torrent of chakra. “Suiton: Daibakufu no Jutsu!” The colossal wave he summoned crashed over the spectral form of the Two-Tails, a desperate, impressive display of power that momentarily swallowed the chakra beast in a raging flood.

When the waters receded, however, Matatabi still stood, its form shimmering but intact. The beast was unharmed, but thoroughly enraged. It let out a deafening roar that vibrated through the very bones of its observers. Then, something terrifying began to happen. Spheres of dense, black-and-purple chakra began to seep from its body, swirling in the air before converging in front of its gaping maw. They compressed, spinning with violent energy, forming a perfect, black sphere of annihilation—a Tailed Beast Bomb.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Suigetsu whispered, his bravado finally cracking. The sheer malevolent pressure emanating from the sphere was suffocating. “That’s the Tailed Beast Bomb the Boss warned us about… Even I can feel it. If that hits us, we’re not just dead, we’re erased.”

“Stop talking and get out of here!” Jūgo roared, his body undergoing a more drastic transformation. The curse mark spread across his entire being, his muscles bulging, his features distorting into something truly monstrous. “I’ll hold it off!”

“Jūgo, you idiot! Even like that, you can’t stop that thing!” Suigetsu yelled, but Jūgo was already surging forward, a beast facing a cataclysm, driven by a primal need to protect the new bonds he had found.

“Crap, crap, crap!” Suigetsu cursed, but instead of fleeing, he slammed his hands together. “Fine! If you’re going to be a hero, I’m not letting you have all the glory!” Utilizing the vast amount of water from his earlier technique, he manipulated it, shaping it into a gigantic, monstrous fish that enveloped him, with only his upper torso and the Kubikiribōchō visible. “And besides… the Boss wouldn’t just let us die!”

As the Tailed Beast Bomb reached its peak, Matatabi unleashed it. The sphere of compressed doom shot forward, tearing through the air, its path set to obliterate the two defiant figures.

It never reached them.

A blur of motion, too fast for the eye to follow, placed a new figure between Hebi and the apocalypse. It was Ren.

“Boss!” Suigetsu gasped, a wave of profound relief washing over him.

Ren didn’t acknowledge them. His Mangekyō Sharingan was active, spinning with cold intent. Just as the Tailed Beast Bomb was about to impact, he made a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture.

The world seemed to hiccup.

The Tailed Beast Bomb—the embodiment of absolute destruction—vanished. It didn’t explode; it didn’t fizzle. It simply ceased to exist in that space.

“It’s… gone?” Suigetsu stammered, utterly bewildered.

Ren didn’t explain. His hands moved again. “Mokuton: Mokutōheki!” (Wood Style: Wood Locking Wall) A thick, domed wall of ancient wood erupted from the ground, shielding the three of them.

At that exact moment, reality twisted again. The vanished Tailed Beast Bomb reappeared—not in front of them, but directly in front of the Two-Tails itself. It was as if the projectile had been instantly teleported back to its point of origin.

Matatabi had no time to react. The bomb detonated at point-blank range.

The resulting explosion was cataclysmic. A deafening roar was followed by a shockwave that turned the rocky clearing into a dust-choked hellscape. Chunks of stone were vaporized, and the force of the blast would have shredded anyone caught in the open. The Wood Locking Wall shuddered violently but held firm, absorbing the devastating impact.

When the rumble finally subsided and the dust began to settle, Ren dismissed the wooden barrier with a thought.

Suigetsu and Jūgo, who had reverted to their normal states, stared in stunned silence at the scene before them. Where the majestic, terrifying form of the Two-Tails had stood, there was now only a massive, smoldering crater. The air stank of ozone and scorched earth. Of Yugito Nii and her Tailed Beast, there was no immediate sign.

Ren stood calmly at the crater’s edge, his cloak stirring in the heated winds. He had not just defended against the Jinchuriki’s ultimate attack; he had turned it into her own downfall with a display of spatial manipulation that defied comprehension.

The fight was over. But the consequences were just beginning.

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