Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina-Chapter 242 : Death Of Hashirama

Sage Art: Wood Style - True Several Thousand Hands.

This was the ultimate secret technique of Senju Hashirama.

Back during the legendary battle at the Valley of the End, Hashirama used this exact move to overpower the combined might of Uchiha Madara’s Complete Body Susanoo and the Nine-Tails. He literally ripped the Susanoo apart with this colossal construct.

Now, Kurama had killed his brother, Tobirama.

Hashirama, a true brocon, was completely consumed by rage.

With a furious roar, he clasped his hands together and summoned his ultimate jutsu.

BOOM—

The massive Thousand-Armed Buddha roared to life, shaking the very earth beneath it.

From the skies, a hail of enormous wooden fists descended upon Kurama like an apocalyptic rain.

Across the world, ninjas watched in stunned awe.

"This is the might of the First Hokage, the God of Shinobi, Senju Hashirama!"

"No wonder he was the one who brought the Warring States Era to an end!"

"Even Uchiha Madara seems a step behind this..."

In the modern era, very few had witnessed Hashirama or Madara in their prime.

The young Onoki, once humbled by Madara’s power, understood the terrifying might of the Uchiha.

The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, a direct student of the First and Second Hokage, had seen Hashirama’s strength firsthand.

Now, eyes locked on the sky-projected battlefield, Hiruzen took a long drag from his pipe and muttered:

"Against this kind of force, even Hashirama might not prevail."

Though he held boundless respect for Hashirama, his faith ultimately lay with Kurama.

The fight, streamed across the globe through the Chakra Light Curtain, had escalated to absurd proportions.

Nations watched in silence as titans clashed.

The leaders of the other villages secretly thanked fate that Hashirama had never sought to dominate the ninja world.

If he had, the Elemental Nations would have been reduced to one sovereign superpower: the Land of Fire.

Only Konoha would have remained.

But now, Hashirama’s ultimate attack—

Kurama just stood there. Arms crossed, floating in mid-air.

Completely unbothered.

BOOM!

The fists came crashing down in waves.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Over and over, they slammed into the earth around Kurama.

Explosions erupted with every blow.

The entire battlefield was reduced to craters, a wasteland pounded by wooden fury.

The assault lasted for minutes—relentless, unforgiving.

When the dust finally cleared...

Kurama floated in place. Completely unharmed.

He grinned like a perverted bastard who’d just peeked in the women’s hot springs.

His Truth-Seeking Balls orbited lazily behind him, unscathed.

Not only that, but thanks to his Mangekyō Sharingan ability—Heavenly Severance—Kurama had reverted himself to his untouched state from minutes ago.

The attack meant nothing.

Senju Hashirama’s most fearsome technique—ignored like background noise.

"No way..."

Hashirama’s face cracked. The legendary shinobi felt something inside break.

Who wouldn’t be broken?

To have your ultimate move—your pride, your identity—brushed off like it was a mosquito bite?

It was pure humiliation.

Even Gods of Shinobi have pride.

Kurama didn’t let up.

"Man, the God of Shinobi sure knows how to trash farmland. Can’t even plant daikon with the ground looking like this."

He gave a sarcastic thumbs-up.

"Thanks for ruining agriculture."

"YOU BASTARD!"

Hashirama roared and summoned the Wooden Golem once again.

From across the field, Madara rose to his feet, battered but burning with fury.

He called forth his Susanoo once more and draped it over Hashirama’s Wooden Golem.

This was their true power—combined.

Madara’s Susanoo acted as an armor over Hashirama’s Wooden Golem, creating a behemoth of chakra and nature.

"Tch... Susanoo really is the Uchiha’s favorite outfit, huh?" Kurama snorted. "Wear it over anything."

Then, with a grin twisted in mischief:

"I gave you two a chance. You blew it."

Kurama weaved hand signs.

"Sage Art: Magnet Release - Tailed Beast Bomb."

In his palm, a small yellow orb formed. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t massive.

It shimmered like desert sand, etched with the mark of Shukaku.

Compact. Deadly.

BOOM—

The Golem-Susanoo fusion didn’t even get to move.

It froze.

Then, like sugar in hot water, it dissolved—rapidly disintegrating.

Madara and Hashirama barely escaped before the entire structure vanished.

They watched in disbelief as their greatest fusion was unmade in seconds.

They were Edo Tensei, their chakra infinite, their stamina endless.

But Kurama?

His chakra felt limitless.

Madara and Hashirama exchanged a glance—understanding passed silently between them.

Kurama wasn’t just another ninja.

He was a freak. A monster.

Something beyond.

"The alliance of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara... defeated?"

The world stared in horror.

Even legends couldn’t measure up.

In the Land of Lightning, within the halls of Kumogakure—

The Third Raikage gritted his teeth and steadied himself.

This wasn’t what he expected—but it made sense.

Kurama was a walking anomaly. An unexplainable miracle wrapped in bad attitude and unshakable confidence.

In a corner of the village, Onoki trembled.

Once crushed under Madara’s power as a youth, now he saw Madara fall beside Hashirama.

And it finally clicked.

Why Kurama could hunt tailed beasts like they were wild boars.

Why he made even gods look like amateurs.

Back on the battlefield, Hashirama and Madara launched one final charge.

Kurama sighed. Time to end this circus.

With a whisper, he vanished—reappearing right before Hashirama’s face.

"Flying Thunder God?" Hashirama muttered.

Correct.

He had unknowingly stepped into one of Kurama’s teleportation marks.

Hashirama’s instincts screamed. But it was too late.

For the first time in his life—even in his death—Hashirama felt real fear.

Kurama’s voice dropped, filled with dark humor.

"You miss your little bro so much? I’ll send you to him."

And just like that—

BOOM—

His hand touched Hashirama’s chest. A massive explosion followed.

Half of Hashirama’s upper body vaporized instantly.

No regeneration. No recovery.

Just complete deletion.

The exact same fate as Tobirama.

Two legendary brothers, obliterated by the same hand.

Kurama laughed.

A deep, guttural sound, echoing over the cratered land.

In that moment, the world realized something chilling.

Kurama wasn’t just strong.

He was untouchable.

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