"You coward, this is the helper I told you about. Is there any need to be this scared? Come over and try touching it."
As he spoke, Isamu stepped forward and grabbed Zhan's hand, pulling it toward the Nine-Tails.
"No, no, no! Don't!"
"Huh… it really didn't attack me. It's actually quite soft."
The moment Zhan realized the Nine-Tails wasn't attacking, his fear vanished. He even started praising how soft its fur felt.
"Tch. Look at you—so uncultured. What a coward." Isamu shot him a look of disdain.
"Hehe…" Zhan scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, not even trying to argue.
Rolling his eyes, Isamu turned to the others.
"Everyone, form groups of three and line up in front of the other eight Tailed Beasts. Extend your fists—they'll grant you their Chakra."
Before the others could react, Gao Li, Feng, and seven others—nine in total—rushed forward and lined up immediately.
They knew exactly how valuable this power was.
Seeing this, Isamu was speechless.
"You nine… have you no shame? You already have Tailed Beast power—why are you lining up again? It's not like stacking it makes you stronger. Move aside."
"Uh… we thought more would be better…" they muttered awkwardly.
"What nonsense. Trying to hog everything for yourselves? How greedy. Move."
Embarrassed, the nine stepped aside.
"Everyone else, hurry up. Don't let these shameless guys cut in again."
This time, no one hesitated. They quickly formed lines in front of the Tailed Beasts.
"You five, go over there—line up in front of the Seven-Tails." Isamu pointed to a group of five women.
They ran over immediately and raised their fists.
---
The Tailed Beasts extended their hands.
Chakra flowed.
In an instant, everyone received Tailed Beast power.
A red Chakra cloak enveloped each of them.
"Incredible… I feel like I could take on ten people alone!"
"Yeah… this power…"
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the five women cried out. Wings burst from their backs—and they lifted into the air, flying freely.
The others stared in envy.
Who wouldn't want to fly?
---
Seeing the process complete, Isamu released the summoning.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The Nine Tailed Beasts vanished in clouds of white smoke.
"When the battle begins, I'll summon them again," Isamu said calmly. "The Chakra they gave you can push you to Kage-level strength. You can relax now."
"Patriarch… it doesn't feel like we've reached that level yet," one ninja said hesitantly.
Sigh.
"Troublesome. Feng, step forward and show them."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Feng stepped out. The Chakra cloak flared—and instantly shifted into Version 2.
He opened his mouth, condensed an energy sphere, and fired it toward the forest ahead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The forest was obliterated.
Everyone froze in shock.
Isamu explained,
"When the war starts, you'll enter this form. That's when you'll reach Kage-level strength. But there's a downside—you'll lose consciousness."
He paused slightly.
"But it doesn't matter. Even unconscious, you'll still follow my commands."
"Forty Kage-level fighters… plus the Nine Tailed Beasts."
He looked at them sharply.
"If we still lose with this, we might as well smash our heads into tofu. Don't you agree?"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
No hesitation remained.
This time, their confidence was absolute.
"Good. That's what I want to see. Normally, this power will remain dormant inside you and protect you. It will activate when needed."
He turned to Zhan.
"Handle the camp's defense and patrols. I've got something to take care of."
With that, Isamu walked into the forest.
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Two kilometers away, he stopped beside a large tree.
"Stop hiding. I know you're there."
A figure slowly emerged—White Zetsu.
"Where did you get those Tailed Beasts?" he asked immediately, unable to hide his shock.
That scene earlier had completely shattered his expectations.
Madara's entire plan revolved around the Tailed Beasts—yet Isamu already had all nine.
How was that even possible?
"Heh… you want to know?" Isamu smirked. "I'm not telling you. Go figure it out yourself."
He had no intention of revealing the truth. Let them guess forever.
"Then why call me out?" White Zetsu said, annoyed.
"I have a message. Pass it on to the one behind you."
Isamu's expression turned cold.
"Tell him not to interfere with me. If he stays quiet, I won't bother with him. But if he insists on meddling…"
He tapped White Zetsu's shoulder.
"…then I won't hold back."
"I'm just a messenger. I can't control his decisions," White Zetsu said helplessly.
"That's fine. Just pass it along properly."
Isamu leaned closer, a faint smile forming.
"After all… no one understands him better than I do. Right… Zetsu?"
His voice shifted—perfectly mimicking Madara.
"What?! How do you know my name?!"
"I know more than that," Isamu said calmly. "I know about your White Zetsu clones too."
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