[Skill Card: Evil Containment Wave]
A technique developed by Master Mutaito to seal away powerful and otherwise unbeatable evil forces. Can forcibly imprison even overwhelming enemies.
This was Rasa's second trump card.
If things got out of hand, he was fully prepared to seal away the Raikage's younger brother and use him as leverage. Sure, the guy was tone-deaf, always singing and rapping off-key, but surely the Raikage wouldn't just let his precious little brother rot in a pot.
Just like that fanfic he once read, The Rise of Uzushiogakure, where they sealed the Three-Tails and turned the tide of war—
This idea? It had serious potential.
Rasa even had the sealing vessel ready.
Last night, after soaking his feet, he made sure to set aside the wash basin. Judging by its size, it should be just enough to fit the hulking mass of the Eight-Tails.
As for the lid? He'd cobbled together a makeshift one. It wasn't pretty, but it was solid enough to keep a Bijū locked down for at least ten days.
No way the Raikage would be heartless enough to leave his brother sealed in a glorified footbath, right?
Especially one that had been used by none other than the future Fourth Kazekage himself. That was practically a war crime in itself!
It's not that Rasa didn't want a better container—it was just that things escalated too quickly. No time to send anyone out shopping for proper sealing jars. He had to make do.
Besides, what's wrong with a basin?
Sure, they hadn't been able to sterilize it—water was precious in Sunagakure—but Rasa had at least let it dry in the sun. That showed some good faith, right?
And he could swear on all five Great Nations—he did not have foot odor.
So yeah... letting Killer Bee stay sealed in it for a few days? Totally manageable.
Now, back to the fight.
Dodging the incoming blitz from the two brothers—one from the front, one from behind—
"Liger Bomb!!"
They opened with a double-team finisher. Clearly, the Raikage had decided to abandon his plan to take Rasa alive and was now aiming for a swift end to the battle.
Seeing those two bulging arms closing in on his head, Rasa's expression hardened. He immediately formed hand seals, wrapping himself in a shell of Gold Dust.
BOOM!
Dust and sand erupted in all directions as a tremendous explosion echoed across the battlefield.
At that moment—
Seeing their Raikage directly engaging the enemy commander, the Kumo shinobi sprang into action. A violent counteroffensive surged toward the Suna forces.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Flashy ninjutsu exploded across the field. Blinding taijutsu flared through the dust. Every second, shinobi on both sides fell—cut down by enemy jutsu or caught in friendly crossfire.
One body after another dropped. Some never got back up.
After a few tense moments, the pressure relented. Rasa let the Gold Dust recede and stood upright, his eyes fixed on the Fourth Raikage and Killer B, who now stared warily back at him.
And at his feet—
"…A basin?"
A blink of confusion crossed the Raikage's face as he noticed the beaten-up wash basin sitting in the sand.
Was this a trap?
Bee, now cloaked in a layer of the Eight-Tails' chakra, also paused.
"You're a fool, you're a clown, what's that bowl doin' down—"
"Shut. Up."
The Raikage's glare shut Bee down instantly.
War time. No freestyling.
Bee reluctantly zipped his lips.
Meanwhile, Rasa was already activating the [Evil Containment Wave]. The beauty of the skill card system? You didn't need to know how the jutsu worked—once you used it, the technique just activated.
Though… it did seem to consume his own chakra.
Figures. Everything from that system came with a catch. Even if it was powerful, it wasn't truly his jutsu. Maybe when he became the gacha's sugar daddy, things would change.
But for now—
Time to seal a Jinchūriki.
Chakra surged around Rasa, swirling with such intensity that even he was surprised at the raw volume.
Across the battlefield, A and Bee both narrowed their eyes.
That wasn't ordinary chakra.
"That bastard's about to pull some kind of forbidden jutsu," A growled. "Bee—get ready to bail. The second it gets dangerous, get the hell out."
Bee wasn't just his brother—he was also the Eight-Tails' Jinchūriki. Their village's nuclear deterrent. Losing him was not an option.
Even the nearby ninja from both villages could feel the tension building. All eyes locked onto Rasa.
No one moved.
Forbidden techniques were unpredictable. They didn't care who they hit.
Especially the Suna shinobi—
Getting killed by an enemy was one thing. But getting nuked by your own future Kazekage? Now that was depressing.
Then—
"Evil Containment Wave!!"
Rasa roared.
A colossal suction force exploded from his palm, locking onto Killer Bee.
"Ngh—what the hell… this pull… can't speak… can't rap…"
Even Bee's lyrics were getting sucked out of him.
"Dammit—!" A immediately lunged to his side, grabbing Bee and trying to yank him free from the invisible vortex.
But this wasn't just any jutsu.
It was a technique forged by someone who once shattered planets. Modified or not, it wasn't going down easy.
"WHAT THE HELL!!"
Rasa stared, dumbfounded, at Killer Bee, who was now half-transformed into the Eight-Tails, his massive limbs digging into the sand to resist the pull.
So… maybe this trump card isn't as overpowered as I thought.
Maybe it was because it came from a low-tier prize pool. Or maybe… he just didn't have enough chakra to overpower the Eight-Tails.
"Agh—Bee! Don't lose control! You haven't fully mastered Tailed Beast Mode yet!" A shouted.
Bee's response?
A guttural roar.
Rasa stared at the standoff, sweat dripping as he watched the seconds tick down on his card's duration.
It was holding—for now. But Bee's partial transformation was balancing out the suction.
Still, Rasa wasn't worried.
He knew the Eight-Tails, Gyūki. The beast had a kind heart and wouldn't harm Bee.
This wasn't about control. This was about timing. And he was running out of it.
So…
Rasa looked at the heartwarming brotherly scene before him—A gripping Bee's shoulder, trying to hold him back—and coldly narrowed his eyes.
Then he pulled out another card.
"Time for you to taste my footbath, you tone-deaf bastard."