Born in Sunagakure, dedicated to antagonizing Konoha for decades

"What are you all arguing about? Look at your cowardly behavior. It's just a big beetle. Don't be fooled by its fierce appearance like a little tiger. You'll see how cowardly it really is in a moment. Quickly open it and then retreat a few hundred meters to avoid getting caught in the crossfire."

"boom!"

"Crack... Clang...!"

"Hey! You broke it so easily? Your skills still need improvement! ヾ(^?^)?"

Seeing the class monitor's hesitant look, Masato impatiently rolled up his sleeves and punched the barrier, intending to test its hardness. However, he didn't expect the barrier to be so weak; it shattered with just one punch.

Σ(⊙▽⊙a.....

The ANBU members of the sealing squad stared dumbfounded at their legend and the barrier shattered by a single punch, speechless for a long time, even forgetting to retreat. That was a barrier passed down from their Land of Wind and improved by Lord Chiyo; its hardness was self-evident. If it were so easily broken, the Seven-Tails wouldn't have just been yelling inside. Clearly, its hardness was absolutely top-notch, capable of withstanding the Seven-Tails' impact. Yet, this powerful figure had shattered it with a single punch. Was it really that exaggerated...?

"Roar! Kid, you look familiar. I see some familiar shadows in you, but you dared to seal me away for so long, you'll die today just the same!! (▼へ▼メ)"

Looking down at the golden-haired brat who had just broken the barrier with a single punch, Seven-Tailed Chongming felt a strange tremor in his heart. For some reason, the golden-haired brat gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. Moreover, he had clearly heard what the golden-haired brat had said outside the barrier. How dare it call him, the Seven-Tailed Grandpa, a coward! Just for that, he was determined to kill the golden-haired brat.

"Heh! Looks like you've been sealed away for too long and your brain's gone haywire. Familiar, isn't it? You'll be even more familiar with it in a bit!"

"Armed. Take a punch from Daddy! (▼he▼メ)"

Shindou rolled up his sleeves and flashed onto the giant beetle's head, then smashed down on its big, black fist.

"boom!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch... You little brat, die!!! (▼へ▼メ)"

Seven-Tailed Fox, slammed to the ground by a punch, gritted its teeth in pain. The excruciating pain was strangely familiar; it seemed to have experienced it once before, but it couldn't remember. Its eyes were filled with rage, and its six scythe-like tentacles slashed at the golden-haired brat on its forehead.

"Ta-da..."

"You've gotten quite bold, haven't you?"

"boom!"

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..."

"You dare to fight back, huh?"

"boom!"

"what...."

"Arrogant, huh?"

"boom!"

"what..."

"You dare call yourself 'boss' in front of me, huh?"

"boom!"

"what..."

"........"

After the six super-sized scythes struck Masato with a pleasant clanging sound, Masato's temper flared. He raised his dark, large fist, bracing himself against the super-sized scythes that were relentlessly slashing at him, and began to smash the giant beetle's head with each punch. Each punch sent the giant beetle crashing to the ground, causing the mountain to shake as if it had descended several inches.

"Σ(⊙▽⊙a.....This is too...too exaggerated! Lord Shinto is a monster!"

The scene was like a father beating his son. The screams and cries of pain from the Seven-Tails echoed from the giant crater in the cave, leaving the Sand Village underlings, who were barely able to make out the situation outside the cave by the dim light, completely dumbfounded. Their jaws dropped to the ground, their eyes wide with disbelief. Their leader, Shinto-sama, was like a tiny sperm compared to the Seven-Tails, yet this sperm-sized Shinto-sama was brutally beating the super-sized monster, the Seven-Tails, like a father beating his son. Aside from a few initial counterattacks, the Seven-Tails was completely suppressed, utterly powerless to retaliate except for screams and cries of pain. It truly was like a son to him; the scene was so shocking, so incongruous…

"Hiss... This guy is really that fierce."

Even Sunagawa Ebizo and the others couldn't help but gasp at the sight. They had only heard about Shinto beating up the Seven-Tails from Jie, but they had never witnessed it firsthand. The sheer power that the Seven-Tails unleashed the moment it appeared made their hair stand on end. This showed just how powerful the Seven-Tails was. They even wondered if Jie, being such a brilliant student, had added some artistic embellishment to his report, just like his older brother. Could such an awesome monster really be beaten up by Shinto, who was only about the size of a sperm?

That seems unlikely, doesn't it?

But now they've finally seen it with their own eyes, and it's absolutely brutal!

Watching it stubbornly get up again and again, only to be blasted to the ground screaming in agony time and time again, its head still bearing countless bumps from being hammered, they felt a pang of pity for the Seven-Tails. This guy was just too brutal!

Since joining the Anbu after returning from the first war, Shinto had been growing rapidly. When he retired from the Anbu and was inducted into the Anbu Hall of Fame, Sunakawa felt that he couldn't beat him. He then spent two years training in Sage Mode. Although he was usually crazy and didn't say anything profound, he always gave people a sense of unfathomable depth. It was from that time that Sunakawa never fought with him again. Usually, Shinto showed more of his sword aura and physical toughness. Facing such a tough character, Sunakawa wouldn't bother to test his toughness with his Iron Sand. They only knew that Shinto was very strong, definitely a top-tier existence in the ninja world. No one would disagree that he was the number one ninja in the world.

But the Tailed Beasts are creatures that have lived for thousands of years. Before Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha defeated them, they were the ultimate bosses of the ninja world. They never thought that the real fight would be as awesome as Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha. They could talk about it, but they wouldn't think that way in reality. For example, the fact that the Raikage could fight the Eight-Tails was only witnessed by the people of Kumogakure and came from Kumogakure. Whether it was true or just something the Raikage made up out of jealousy, nobody knows. In those years, the war had just ended, and the ANBU of each village was not yet fully developed and had not yet sent out spies.

324. Chiyo has wanted to beat up One-Tailed Beast for a long time.

But this brutal beating of the Seven-Tails is truly shocking, especially those massive, black fists of Shinto—do they really hurt that much? Aren't tailed beasts formed from chakra? Shouldn't they feel nothing when ninjutsu hits them? How come they're crying and screaming after just one punch...?

Sunagawa and the others looked at each other with utter bewilderment. Even Chiyo, the seasoned scholar who had studied tailed beasts for decades, couldn't offer a solution. After all, this situation was beyond the scope of her years of research. Could it be that tailed beasts were afraid of physical attacks?

这明显不可能，当年一尾守鹤暴动的时候，他们可是什么手段都试过了，除了封印之外，不管是忍术伤害还是物理伤害都没办法给一尾守鹤造成伤害，七尾重明比一尾守鹤多了整整六条尾巴，尾兽以尾巴数量来分强弱，可见七尾重明比一尾守鹤强大很多，一尾守鹤都不害怕物理攻击，比一尾守鹤多出六条尾巴的七尾重明怎么可能会害怕，但是事实又摆在面前，大侄子的拳头真的把七尾重明揍得死去活来完全没有刚刚登场气势，难怪大侄子会说七尾是个怂包了，连她宝贝孙子都比不上，他宝贝孙子被大侄子教育..呸！教导了大半年依然还是敢爱敢恨，从来没有惨叫过....

If Handsome Scorpion saw Seven-Tailed Fox covered in bumps here, he would totally understand how it felt. It's not that it's cowardly; that thing's punches really hurt. If it weren't so out of character for Handsome Scorpion, do you think it wouldn't want to scream...?

"Phew... So this is what the Seven-Tails is all about..."

Seeing the Seven-Tails repeating its old screams, Sasori's father breathed a sigh of relief. The Seven-Tails was still the Seven-Tails; its ferocity was just an illusion. How could the Seven-Tails, which used to tremble at even a glare from its older brother and last even less than the Four-Tails, possibly be so powerful? The coward was still the same coward...

"Captain, Lord Shinto is too strong! Or is the Seven-Tails too weak?"

The puppeteer underlings brought by Handsome Scorpion were completely bewildered. From the aura that Seven-Tails had unleashed when they came in, they knew that Seven-Tails was definitely very powerful, without a doubt. But now Seven-Tails was being beaten into a pulp by their Master Shindou, and it was only with his fists. Everyone in the world knows that Master Shindou's most amazing skill is his swordsmanship that can split a village in two with one sword. Could it be that Seven-Tails's power just now was an illusion?

"...The Seven-Tails is definitely not weak. Among the tailed beasts, besides the Nine-Tails and Eight-Tails, it is the strongest. It can easily destroy a village or country by itself. However, I heard my brother say that the Seven-Tails is different from the other tailed beasts. Relatively speaking, the Seven-Tails is weaker than the other tailed beasts. It is naturally more timid and not as resilient as the other tailed beasts. Coincidentally, my brother's Armament Haki can not only enhance defense but also attack power, making it hurt countless times more than any physical attack. The Seven-Tails felt the pain and did not have the same stubbornness as the other tailed beasts. Being naturally timid, it naturally chose to escape and admit defeat... If the Four-Tails lasted for more than two hours at my brother's hands... this Seven-Tails will not last more than twenty minutes, as expected!"

Handsome Sasori's father took out his notebook from his ninja tool bag, flipped to the page where he had recorded the Seven-Tails, and analyzed it for his younger brother: This is the difference between a top student and a poor student. Top students take notes at all times, no matter where they go, so as not to be embarrassed if they forget something and someone asks them. Poor students don't have this kind of trouble. They are naturally thick-skinned and won't be embarrassed if they don't know something.

"So that means as long as you hurt the tailed beasts and make them feel scared, there won't be any problems!"

After listening to Handsome Scorpion's father's explanation, the puppeteer brother suddenly understood and said with a sense of enlightenment.

"That's true, but it's incredibly difficult to really hurt a tailed beast."

Chiyo shook her head slightly. Although her beloved son's analysis was simple, the old man who had experienced the One-Tail's rampages many times knew how terrifying the Tailed Beasts were. Those Tailed Beasts that could not be harmed by ninjutsu or physical attacks and could only be subdued by sealing techniques were extremely difficult to hurt. Otherwise, Shamon wouldn't have died in the first battle. Although Shamon's Magnet Release was not very good, his puppetry was on par with hers. The key point was that Shamon had specially created ten super puppets that were comparable to the One-Tail in both size and weight to suppress it. In the end, he was still seriously injured and on the verge of death by the One-Tail. Without personally experiencing that era, one can never understand how overpowered the Tailed Beasts really were.

However, her nephew's explosive behavior today made her reconsider her feelings about Shukaku, the One-Tailed Beast. That fat cat was a complete irritable monster. Even though Bunpuku had been trying to soften him for decades, he was still constantly shouting and fighting, incredibly irritable. Only a monk like Bunpuku, who had Buddha in his heart, could withstand it. Anyone else would have struggled. But everyone has their limits, and Bunpuku was getting old. It was time to consider the next Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast. This problem had been giving her a headache. While the requirements for becoming the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast weren't as stringent as those for the Seven-Tailed Beast, the person needed to have excellent mental fortitude and unbreakable willpower. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to withstand the bombardment from that fat cat. It seemed that only her precious grandson in the whole village was qualified to do so. He had withstood her nephew's "teaching" for more than half a year, enduring bruises and swelling every day while still holding his head high. This showed how strong his willpower and mental fortitude were.

She can withstand her nephew's fists, so the words of a mere fat cat won't affect her precious grandson. But it's absolutely impossible for her precious grandson to become a human sacrifice. Her family has sacrificed so much for the village, so it's not too much to ask her to be selfish this time.

But the problem is that if his precious grandson is not a Jinchuuriki, there will really be no one in the village. Fortunately, Fenfu can still persist for a few years so that she still has time to look for it. But today, seeing her eldest nephew beat Nanao until she cried for father and mother, it gave her a hint of inspiration.

......

"Damn it, do you remember who I am now?"

"boom!"

"I'll teach you to be arrogant!"

"Bang bang..."

"You've got some nerve, calling yourself 'Grandpa' to my face! The person who could call me 'Grandpa' has been dead for decades! You bastard..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Ah... please stop hitting me! I remember, I remember! Please stop hitting me, I was wrong... Waaah..."

325. Liudao: This little rascal is destined for great things!

Sasori's father's analysis was completely correct. When the Seven-Tails was being beaten to a pulp for 19 minutes and 69 seconds, the excruciating yet familiar pain unleashed a flood of distant memories into its mind. At that moment, it remembered everything. Wasn't this blond brat the same brutal blond brat who had brutally beaten it up in Takigakure back then? That iconic golden greatsword wasn't on him anymore. And it was unbelievable how much the brat had changed in just over ten years; from a spirited young man to a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent,颓废, or颓废) middle-aged man. It couldn't even recognize him. What had this brat gone through all these years...?

"You bastard, you and your brothers are just like me, always asking for trouble, always needing a good beating to learn your lesson. You won't learn unless you get a good beating. Only your fourth brother is smart enough. Now, I'm asking you, after all these years of freeloading in our Sand Village, it's time for you to make a contribution. Obediently seal yourself into that little girl's body and contribute your share to the peaceful development of our Sand Village. We Sand Village never support useless people. If you don't want to, that's fine too. I happen to need a punching bag, you can be my punching bag. When I pass away, you'll be free. I've said my piece. Who agrees... ptooey! I'm a very democratic person, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's start the vote! (▼へ▼メ)"

Looking at the pitiful Seven-Tailed Fox, he wondered if it was because of his age that he was more soft-hearted. In the past, with his short temper, he would have beaten it up for two hours before he could even do it. But now, surprisingly, he couldn't bring himself to do it. After giving the pitiful creature a lecture like a father would to his son, he raised his fist and let it make the final choice.

"Σ(⊙▽⊙a! Si Guoyi!!..."

There was no sound from inside. The underling who came in just happened to hear their leader lecturing Seven-Tailed Fox, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Fierce!

Shinto-sama is so damn awesome!

Others go through hardships and live in fear when sealing tailed beasts, but this is a blatant threat!

At this moment, for some reason, they actually started to feel a little sorry for the Seven-Tails. Did they even have a choice?

One option is to become Lord Shinto's punching bag, and for at least several decades. Given Lord Shinto's lifespan and his rock-solid defense, barring any hidden injuries, he should be able to survive for at least forty years. Forty years, being a punching bag every single day... Lord Shinto has already demonstrated the power of his punches; this Seven-Tails couldn't even withstand twenty minutes of that. To be a punching bag every day is worse than killing it. Even if you kill it, it will revive in a few years and still get beaten up... There's simply no other choice!

-_-||....

Sunagawa and the others stared at the sky with blank expressions, as if they could see through the thick ceiling to the azure sky outside, looking like they didn't recognize this guy.

This bastard is a complete fake democrat! It's one thing to do this in private, everyone knows it, but now he's doing it in front of so many of his underlings...

"Waaaaah... I... I choose the first option..."

When the Seven-Tails said this, its tone was full of sorrow. Although it had been sealed for too long and its mind was a little confused, it was not stupid. It knew which option to choose: the punching bag or being sealed in the Jinchuriki's body. Anyone with an intelligence point over fifty would know which option to choose. However, it was really unwilling. This bastard was clearly a fake democracy. Tailed beasts also have dignity, okay?

However, seeing that huge, dark, shiny fist, he wisely kept quiet; after all, it was the guy's fist that was bigger...

"...Is everything alright now?"

Chiyo, looking at the pitiful giant beetle, struggled to overcome her fear of shelled insects and had her beloved son block her view... She walked up to her nephew and asked, "Although this Seven-Tails has been beaten into submission, who knows if it might suddenly lash out during the sealing process? It wouldn't be good if it hurts my chosen granddaughter-in-law..."

"No problem. Look at its current state, it wouldn't dare to do that even if it had ten times the courage. You big beetle, don't you think?"

"boom!"

After patting his chest and making his promise, Masato kicked the Seven-Tails, who was lying on the ground pretending to be pitiful.

"No...I wouldn't dare, I'll definitely be a good girl...╥﹏╥"

Having been kicked, Seven-Tailed Fox immediately shook its head as if it were a frightened bird, afraid that the golden-haired bastard would be unhappy and it would get another beating.

"Hey, you said that yourself. Even though you're not human, you're still a Tailed Beast renowned throughout the ninja world. If you go back on your word, not only will the reputation of all Tailed Beasts be ruined, but your father, the Six Paths Elder, is probably watching you from somewhere..."

Looking at this cowardly son of the Six Paths old man, Shinto pointed to the sky, unsure if the Six Paths old man was even there, and said that his Observation Haki wasn't powerful enough to sense the existence of a soul, especially one of the highest levels of power in Naruto...

However, in a space imperceptible to ordinary people, where Zhen Dou pointed, an old man with round eyes, two horns on his head, and a black fire poker was staring angrily at the little rascal pointing at him. If he weren't afraid of being discovered by his nominal third brother, he would have liked to use a resurrection coin to fully revive and beat the little rascal into a pig's head right now. He would beat the little rascal exactly the way he had just brutally beaten his "son" Chongming.

Ever since the last time the Land of Whirlpools suspected that this little rascal's ancestor might be the one he made while drunk, he has been following this little rascal, trying to find any common ground between him and his two legal sons. He doesn't have the habit of keeping a diary like his nominal third brother. He was very busy when he was alive, and even busier after he died because of his two legal sons. He didn't have time to record those boring historical records.

However, in his eyes, this little rascal was either a bloodline reversion or, like Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, a reincarnation of the mistake he made. Although the nine sons of the dragon are all different, as descendants of Hagoromo Otsutsuki, they would have some hidden commonalities. So, for years, he had been hovering around this little rascal, trying to observe him in his daily life. After years of observation, he discovered that this kid was a treacherous little rascal. Despicable was his hobby, and shamelessness was his motto. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, just like the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, a treacherous old schemer. However, he did not deny that this little rascal had some similarities to him, such as filial piety towards elders and being devoted to one girl, remaining single for more than ten years and never flirting.

This incredible self-control is almost superhuman; this little rascal is destined for great things...

326. Handsome Scorpion Gets Beaten Up

"(⊙_⊙)?...Could it be that the old man of the Six Paths is really here?"