Sakura’s words comforted Kou, even if he still felt somewhat unease over madoka’s Sudden grab for him.
“Okay...” Kou spoke with hesitation. “I trust you.”
The rat on his hand gave a last glare to the puppet master, licking its teeth before scattering into Kou’s pocket. But was even more uneasy was the fact of a new power coming to the scene: The Yuki clan. Not knowing if the tidal wave wielding ninjas were friend or foe, Kou elected to just turn his head from them, pretending they weren’t there, and instead focused on the path ahead...to wherever they were going.
.........
As the lighting from the valkries tore through the sky, the ice catacomb that held Yukimaru set up a perfect trap, holding him still. The large branch tried to soften the blow, but got split right down the middle by the electric arrowhead that bore through it, like an axe to a tree. Cleaved in two, the lighting then struck the holding crater where Yukimaru was, everything going silent before....
*BOOOOM!*
The explosion was fierce, shattering all of the ice that contained it neigh instantly. The tailed beast appeared to be utterly bathed in the lightning. The crater soon became more of a bomb site, nothing remaining from it’s previous shape. The earth boomer and the sky quaked at the fierocity of the attack, surely nothing would survive.
The Yuki, who watched on from the ocean, stood motionless and unblinking. They were unimpressed by the display, but were just satisfied that it had occurred at all rather than sheepishly wait in the sky.
Hama had to use the rest of her ice barrier’s to protect herself as to not be fried by the attack, even though she was in the outskirts of the fight. It appeared the valkries really wanted the beast dead, or at least, close to it. The last barrier cracked and shattered, revealing herself to the aftermath.
Debris floated in the air and dust blew across the battleground. What was once a lush forest teaming with greenery was now a wasteland covered in ash.
What of the jinchurki?
Red particles floated through the air with the dust and smoke. Not sparks...nor blood...but somewhere in between. An unknown matter of red similar to the chakra of a Tulare beast floated like cinders. As more smoke cleared. The black charred shell of the three tails became visible, no saiken cloak to be found. It was laying down on it’s side. Yukimaru, atop it, plumes of red coming from him. He struggled, clawing at the ground, his three tails body failing him.
He ripped himself from the head of the three tails. No legs, but just a bleeding mass of sluggish proportions. He dragged his bleeding lower half, desperately trying to cling on to life. His body pale and covered with scars and burns. His stretched out his hand, digging it into the sand like ash around him.
“I’m....a-a....god....”
He stretched out his other hand, hoping to pull himself further, but his strength slowly leaving him, his vision getting blurred and his muscles weak.
“Orochimaru....”
....
....
“...Damn you...”
His hand collapsed, his eyes becoming white and his face draining of life. The jinchurki was slain. He lie their dead upon the same shores he had waged war on humanity. His quest cut short as he played into the snake’s hands. Even in his dying breath he knew....
...but that’s not all....
The eyes of the three tails flashed open, it’s confroller no longer alive nor connected. It shakily rose up, giving a low bellied roar, like a wounded animal.
“The boy is finally dead. Now Freedom is within my reach...!”
The three tails began to hobble toward the ocean, still surpassingly having enough strength in him to move at such a pace, it’s front hands meeting with the shores of the mist’s ocean.