Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

Escape for your life—that was the only thought hammering through Hanzo’s mind.

Staying meant dying.

The pain of losing an arm wasn’t something any ordinary ninja could handle, but Hanzō of the Salamander was no ordinary ninja. Even so, the reality of battle was cold and absolute. He had already lost one arm. He wasn’t planning on losing the other.

As for the Rain Village?

Screw it.

If he was dead, what difference did it make? Villages could be rebuilt. Lives couldn’t. If you didn’t fight for yourself, no one would. That’s the truth of the ninja world.

So, it was time for sacrifices.

"You worms! Get up and take her down!"

The Rain Shinobi heard his command. Their anger exploded. Many hadn’t yet noticed their demigod leader was missing an arm. The great Hanzo—humbled?

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The thought didn’t even register. Not yet.

But did it matter?