Deidara summoned his enhanced C2 Giant Dragon but didn't rush to attack. Instead, he ascended, heading out of the Mist Village.
"Yagura, this place is far too cramped. Let's find a more spacious area to let loose, shall we?"
"You arrogant traitor!" Yagura's voice thundered. "Outside the Mist Village lies the vast sea—that's my domain! You dare fight me there?" His lips curled into a sneer. "You've already lost!"
As a perfect Jinchūriki, Yagura maintained full control over his consciousness even in complete Tailed Beast Transformation. The voice emerging from the Three-Tails was unmistakably his own.
Though his words were brash, Yagura wasn't foolhardy. His opponent's capabilities during their brief clash had proven formidable—far too dangerous to underestimate. Moreover, Deidara wasn't alone, his companions made this battle even more precarious.
Guiding the Three-Tails, Yagura followed Deidara beyond the village. Meanwhile, back in the Mist Village, Mei Terumī, accompanied by Chōjūrō, stood at the entrance of a hidden stronghold, her sharp gaze fixed on the distant giant dragon. Her eyes glimmered with determination as she prepared to join the fray.
"Mei, have you thought this through?"
"Are you certain about this?" Genji's hoarse voice came from behind. A relic of the Warring States era, his frail body bore every mark of time's passage—wrinkled skin, sparse white hair, and a hunched figure that seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Despite his fragile appearance, no one present would dare underestimate the elder.
Genji was a revered figure, the architect of the reformist faction that safeguarded many during the Blood Mist Era. In time, he would become Mei's guiding hand in governance. He was a sage, a prophet, and a living legend.
Mei didn't turn to face him, her voice calm but tinged with anger and resolve.
"Elder Genji, tonight I must defeat Yagura Karatachi and put an end to this cruel Blood Mist Era—for the sake of both the village and myself."
She glanced at Deidara's dragon in the distance. "This is our best opportunity. You've seen their strength, with their help, our chances improve significantly."
"Go then," Genji said, his voice steady with approval.
With determined strides, Mei and Chōjūrō sprinted down the quiet streets. However, they hadn't gone far when a vortex of spiraling space appeared, and a masked figure materialized before them—Obito Uchiha.
"Lady Mei, stay alert!" Chōjūrō brandished his twin swords, Hiramekarei, his expression grave. "This is the mysterious man who attacked Ao earlier!"
From a rooftop in the distance, Zetsu observed the unfolding scene.
"My, my, decisions, decisions!" White Zetsu chirped in his usual carefree tone. "Which battle should we watch? Obito's or Deidara's?"
"Let's go with Deidara," Black Zetsu decided. "Obito's just going to keep phasing in and out—it's boring. Besides, I'd rather oversee Deidara's fight to ensure nothing unexpected happens."
Out over the ocean, Deidara and Yagura exchanged no words. There was no need. Their battle resumed with a vengeance.
"Water Release: Large Projectile"
Massive spheres of pressurized water shot from the Three-Tails' mouth, far more powerful than when Yagura had used the technique in human form.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Explosions rocked the skies as Deidara's clay dragon unleashed a barrage of bombs, intercepting the water cannonballs midair. The shattered projectiles rained down in torrents, soaking the ocean below.
Though the spectacle was grand, Yagura remained unfazed. To him, the attacks were merely a warm-up.
"Water Style: Water Fang Bullet!"
This jutsu brought back memories for Deidara, recalling his past battle. The sight of the swirling water drills had forced his dragon into retreat back then. Now, however, it was the full power of the Three-Tails manifesting the technique.
Jets of spinning water twisted and writhed like tentacles of an aquatic leviathan, clawing toward the sky to ensnare Deidara's dragon.
"Secret Technique: Dragon's Nest!"
Deidara's dragon shrank to half its size, trading mass for speed and agility. The remaining clay reshaped into a swarm of smaller dragons, surging forward to intercept the watery onslaught.
"You have some interesting tricks," Yagura mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "But how long can you last?"
"Water Style: Super Water Dragon Barrage!"
Dozens of massive water dragons erupted from the ocean, swarming toward Deidara like mythical sea beasts. The sheer scale of the clash was beyond comprehension, leaving the onlookers in awe.
In the skies, Deidara struggled to catch his breath. He had anticipated Yagura's strength but hadn't realized it would be this overwhelming. A Kage-level ninja combined with the full power of a Tailed Beast was a terrifying combination.
Ordinary Jinchūriki could only harness a fraction of their Tailed Beast's power, making them formidable yet manageable. However, perfect Jinchūriki like Yagura were a different breed entirely. With their own skills enhanced by the limitless chakra of a Tailed Beast, their power multiplied exponentially.
"This isn't working," Deidara muttered. "The ocean is his domain—I can't drag this out any longer."
He steeled his resolve, commanding his dragon mothers to halt their production of smaller dragons. Instead, the clay beasts dove toward the Three-Tails in a final, devastating charge.
"Art is an explosion! Hnnn!"
BOOOOOM!
The massive detonation lit up the sky, the shockwaves rippling across the ocean. But as the smoke cleared, a giant water prison emerged, shielding the Three-Tails from the worst of the blast. Yagura had taken some damage, but it was minimal—insignificant to a Tailed Beast.
Deidara clenched his fists. This was bad. Very bad.
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