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The betrayal from his two comrades completely shattered Kuriarare Kushimaru's last shred of composure. He went berserk, eyes wild as Taiichi closed in. There was no fear left in him—just pure, unhinged rage.
He swung the Blast Blade like a madman, releasing explosive tag after explosive tag without caring if the blasts caught him too. The tags detonated the second they got close enough.
Boom after boom rocked the clearing. Every explosion forced Taiichi to throw up a water shield in front of him. The shields absorbed most of the shockwave, but the leftover force still rattled his bones. Kuriarare was even worse off—blood streamed from every orifice—but the man's eyes stayed locked on Taiichi with that same crazed light.
"Matsushita Taiichi! Feel my final technique!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth as he poured every last drop of chakra into the blade. Dozens of explosive tags materialized around them in a dense web, cutting off every escape route.
Blast Blade Technique: Ultimate Detonation.
The tags ignited at once. Kuriarare grinned through the blood, savoring the moment he thought he'd take Taiichi with him.
Taiichi looked at him like he was an idiot.
At the exact instant the tags went off, Taiichi vanished with Flying Thunder God. The only thing left behind was Kuriarare's horrified, despairing scream.
The massive explosion swallowed everything. When the smoke finally cleared, only a broken, ruined blade remained on the scorched earth. Kuriarare Kushimaru hadn't even left ashes.
Taiichi reappeared beside the wreckage, picked up the Blast Blade, and examined it with genuine interest. The design was brilliant—turning a single weapon into something that rivaled Konoha's forbidden Multi-Explosive Tag technique, but safer to use. He sealed it away carefully. He'd study it later. Maybe he could even recreate the Multi-Explosive Tag himself.
He stood and scanned the area. No point chasing the two who ran. They'd already slipped out of his sensing range. The River Puffer Ghost, the one he'd blasted earlier, had also vanished. Typical Mist ninja—selfish to the core. The second things looked bad, they ran for their own lives.
Dai's injuries were the priority now. There was no time to hunt down the survivors.
Taiichi walked over to the bodies of Momochi and Biwa Juzo. Both were already dead from blood loss. He sealed their corpses along with their blades and the body of Tongcao Yebito. Four down. Three escaped.
Only then did he return to Might Dai.
"How are you feeling, Dai uncle?"
"Won't die," Dai answered, though the way his mouth kept twitching told Taiichi he was in agony. "Thanks to you. If you hadn't shown up, I really would've been finished here."
"Dai uncle, I'm taking you back. Your injuries are serious. You need proper treatment if you want to recover fully."
"Then I'm in your hands, Taiichi."
Dai tried to give him a thumbs-up, but his arm only made it halfway before it dropped, trembling from the pain.
Taiichi fought back a smile. Four golden chakra chains extended from his back and wove into a net beneath Dai. He spread his wings, lifted the net carefully, and rose into the air. He didn't dare use Flying Thunder God with Dai in this condition—the spatial pressure could make him hemorrhage.
He shaped the wind into a protective cocoon around Dai so the flight would be smoother. It was slower than teleporting, but by midday they finally reached the Leaf camp.
The sight of Taiichi flying in with a wounded man in a chakra net drew a lot of attention. People stopped what they were doing to stare.
Tsunade noticed the commotion from the command tent. She stepped outside with her staff and looked up. The golden wings made from solidified chakra caught her eye immediately. As a top-tier medical ninja, she knew exactly how difficult that was to pull off. She couldn't do it herself.
Her gaze dropped to the golden chains forming the net beneath Dai. Her pupils shrank. Those were the Adamantine Sealing Chains—the Uzumaki clan's bloodline technique. How the hell had Taiichi learned that?
She turned to one of her staff officers. "Go find out who Taiichi brought back. He was supposed to be hunting the Seven Swordsmen. Ask him what happened."
The officer hurried off while Tsunade returned to the tent.
The officer found Taiichi supporting a green-clad ninja toward the medical area. He quickened his pace and called out, "Lord Taiichi! Lady Tsunade wants to speak with you!"
Taiichi glanced back, immediately understood, and created a shadow clone to handle it. His real body kept moving toward the medical tents with Dai.
The clone stopped the officer. "Let's go. I'll report to Tsunade-sensei myself. My real body needs to treat the patient."
The officer looked between the clone and the retreating real body, clearly conflicted about bringing a shadow clone to the commander.
The clone read his hesitation and spoke while walking. "The real body is saving a life. Tsunade-sensei won't care that it's a clone. She's a medical ninja too, remember?"
The officer relaxed and followed.
Inside the command tent, Taiichi's clone immediately noticed how different Tsunade's leadership style was from Jiraiya's or Orochimaru's. She actually delegated. The tent was packed with staff because she let people do their jobs instead of micromanaging everything.
When the clone entered, Tsunade's face lit up for a second before she caught the officer's awkward expression.
"You brought back a shadow clone?"
She waved the officer away. He left with obvious relief.
"Sensei, you see right through everything," the clone said. "The person I brought back is Might Dai. He killed two of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen."
Tsunade's eyebrows rose. Murmurs rippled through the tent. Even the staff stopped what they were doing to listen.
"Really? If I remember correctly, Might Dai is only a genin."
She'd only been in command for a day and she already knew that. Typical Tsunade.
"Sensei, do you know about the Eight Gates?"
Her expression shifted. "That technique? I thought it was just a legend."
"When I arrived he had already opened the Gate of Shock and was trying to open the Gate of Death. If I'd been any later, we would've lost a real talent."
Tsunade's face grew serious. Opening the sixth gate was already impressive. The fact that he could reach the seventh—and was attempting the eighth—changed everything. Even she would have to run from someone using the seventh gate. The eighth gate was something else entirely.
"How is he now? Is he stable?"
"He has multiple muscle tears and five broken bones in his arms and legs. The worst part is the severe depletion of his life force. My real body is using Yang Release chakra to replenish it."
Tsunade's eyebrow twitched. She knew how difficult that was. Even with her own skill in Yang Release, she couldn't do what Taiichi was describing.
She simply nodded, satisfied.
"Good. This war against Mist will still need people like him. It would be a waste if he could never be a ninja again."
She leaned forward. "What about the Seven Ninja Swordsmen? You said Dai killed two. What happened to the rest?"
"When I got there, Biwa Juzo and Kuriarare Kushimaru were already dead. I killed Momochi and Tongcao Yebito in the fight after that. The other three escaped in the chaos. I had to bring Dai back for treatment, so I didn't chase them."
The clone's casual summary left the entire tent in stunned silence. The Seven Ninja Swordsmen had been a constant headache. Now four were dead and three were running. It made everyone else feel strangely inadequate.
The clone pulled out a storage scroll and handed it over. "The bodies of the four dead and their blades are inside. I kept the Blast Blade because I'm interested in studying it."
Tsunade didn't care. It was just one special blade. She gestured to a nearby officer, who came forward and took the scroll with visibly shaking hands.
"Fine. Your mission is done. Those three survivors aren't a major threat anymore. Leave two shadow clones to help in the medical area. The rest of the time, patrol the coastline. I'll call for you if I need you."
The clone nodded and dispelled with a puff of smoke.
Tsunade muttered under her breath, "Brat. No manners."
In the medical tent, Taiichi's real body had finished repairing Dai's broken bones and torn muscles. All that remained was rest and rehabilitation.
Right now he was using dense Yang Release chakra to nourish every cell in Dai's body. Thick green light full of life force covered the man from head to toe.
Dai's pained expression gradually eased. The constant agony dulled to something manageable.
Taiichi's Yang Release wasn't advanced enough to directly inject life force yet, but he could create an environment that encouraged the body's natural healing.
After about an hour, the green light faded. Taiichi pulled his hands back.
Dai opened his eyes. They were filled with the joy of someone who had survived the impossible. As a taijutsu specialist, he understood his own body better than most. After opening the seventh gate, the aftereffects should have crippled him for life. He had already accepted that he might never walk properly again.
But Taiichi had pulled him back from the edge.
"Taiichi… I don't even know how to thank you. You saved my life as a ninja."
"Dai uncle, just focus on recovering. That's the best thanks. I'm still waiting for the day we fight side by side."
"Don't worry. Youth won't let me slack off. I'll recover as fast as I can and return to the battlefield."
Dai flashed his signature bright smile, teeth gleaming so hard Taiichi had to squint.
After a bit more conversation, Taiichi left two shadow clones behind and took off on golden wings toward the eastern coastline—the real front line of this war.
Neither of them seemed to realize they had completely overlooked something important. One was lost in his own emotions. The other was too busy to notice.
Some pain never disappeared. It just moved from one place to another.
The next morning, just before dawn, Guy's team finally made it back to camp after running through the night.
Guy's iron will finally cracked. He ran toward the gate guards, tears streaming down his face.
"Quick! Save my father! He stayed behind alone to hold off seven Mist jonin for us! If we're too late—!"
Genma and Ebisu waved their arms and added details, all three of them talking over each other until the guards finally understood the situation.
The guard who recognized the name looked at Guy with a strange expression.
"Your father… is Might Dai?"
Guy nodded frantically, still crying.
The guard's face twitched. He looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh or sigh.
Because he already knew Might Dai was alive and being treated inside the camp.