Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina-Chapter 212 : Escape For Your Life, It’S Not Shabby.

Seeing the devastated state of Amegakure, Hanzō of the Salamander scowled deeply.

"That woman did all this?"

His appearance shocked the Rain Shinobi.

"Lord Hanzō, you’re finally here!"

"She—she’s the woman from the Akatsuki!"

"Her chakra... it’s bizarre, my lord."

Hanzō glared at the lot of them.

"You fools. What an embarrassment to Amegakure, being beaten down this badly by a single woman?"

Rain Shinobi: "....."

The damage was staggering—even Hanzō hadn’t anticipated such chaos in such a short span.

"You did this, girl?"

Hanzō narrowed his eyes, voice laced with disdain.

"Took you long enough to crawl out, old man," Konan sneered, her body pulsating with dark, murderous intent.

"You have fire in your eyes," Hanzō noted. "Still, something puzzles me. Your comrades are dead. How did you escape the ambush?"

Konan chuckled. "Escape? Who said I ran?"

She tilted her head, voice now sharp.

"I was poisoned by your men. I should be dead... if not for the one who saved me."

"Someone saved you?" Hanzō’s tone grew suspicious. "Who?"

"You wouldn’t believe it. A Konoha shinobi. The one you think is your ally."

Danzo.

Hanzō’s expression hardened. As expected.

Only Danzo would be that underhanded.

He had secretly been working with Danzo’s Root faction, without the knowledge of Lady Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage. Their deal had been discreet.

But now?

"Danzo... that bastard," Hanzō growled. "Played me like a fool."

The so-called alliance was nothing more than a ruse. While the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole swoops in.

Danzo had used him. Benefited from his downfall.

There are no eternal allies. Only eternal interests.

What could Danzo possibly gain from betraying him? Hanzō didn’t know—but it didn’t matter.

Konan had wreaked havoc.

Rain Shinobi were slaughtered.

Buildings lay in ruin.

If he didn’t end her here, and now, his reputation as the "Demigod of the Shinobi World" would be shredded.

A woman single-handedly invading and nearly obliterating Amegakure? That wasn’t just an insult. That was the kind of story that would stain history books.

He couldn’t let that happen.

"You’re bold, girl. Marching in here alone."

Konan scoffed. "Otherwise, how would I rip your rotten head off?"

"But I do have a question before we end this."

Hanzō raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Konan spoke calmly. "Nagato and Yahiko. Their bodies weren’t at the ambush site. What happened to them?"

Hanzō smirked, his tone turning cruel.

"You think they survived me?"

He tossed two forehead protectors onto the ground with a dull clink.

"They’re dead."

Yahiko was, indeed, gone. But Nagato still lived—something Hanzō wouldn’t admit.

How could he reveal that he fled from a cripple wielding the Rinnegan?

Better to claim victory than admit to disgrace.

Konan’s expression darkened. If Nagato was truly dead...

Then this bastard wouldn’t live to see another day.

Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, several dark red chakra arms extended from Konan’s back and lunged toward Hanzō.

He barely evaded the strike using his Body Flicker Technique, but others weren’t as lucky.

Explosions rocked the village. Debris flew. Rain Shinobi screamed.

"What... what kind of power is this?!"

High above, Konan smiled coldly.

"Kurama-sama, use my body as you will."

Her eyes flashed crimson.

Three tomoe spun rapidly within scarlet irises.

Rain Shinobi gasped in terror.

"That’s... Sharingan?!"

"How? How does she have it?!"

"Was she a Uchiha all along?"

Even Hanzō was baffled. He knew this wasn’t a Transformation Technique. This was truly Konan.

How could she have the Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha?

There was no time to question it.

"Fire Style: Grand Fire Annihilation!"

Hanzō unleashed a massive wave of fire.

Flames surged through the sky.

But Konan’s Sharingan shifted, evolving into the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Mangekyō Sharingan... Kamui: Void Severance!"

A black vortex spiraled into existence.

The torrent of flame vanished, absorbed into the dimensional rift.

The Rain Shinobi were stunned.

His ultimate fire attack—gone in an instant.

Even Hanzō paled.

Mangekyō Sharingan? Space-time ninjutsu?

Impossible.

Suddenly, the very space around him began to distort. Another Uzumaki vortex formed around his body.

His breath caught in his throat.

"No... this is—"

He activated Body Flicker again.

But it was too late.

CRACK!

A sickening sound echoed as Hanzō screamed.

Blood sprayed.

His right arm was gone.

The vortex faded. The pain remained.

He gasped for breath, eyes wide.

Konan floated above, wings of paper spread behind her, drenched in chakra and Kurama’s influence.

The power was overwhelming.

His teleportation technique barely saved him—but not in full.

Amegakure was in ruins.

Konan had done what few could.

She had brought the Demigod of the Shinobi World to his knees.

And now?

Hanzō of the Salamander did the only thing a true survivor would do.

He considered escape.

The remaining Rain Shinobi?

They’d serve as cover.

Pawns.

He’d slip away amidst the chaos.

Survival came first.

Reputation could be salvaged later.

That was the reality of war.

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