Naruto: This Genius is Somewhat Ordinary-Chapter 367

Naruto and Sasuke were sent back to the Allied Shinobi Forces in a flash of space-time distortion.

Tsunade and Sakura moved instantly.

Medical chakra surged over Naruto and Sasuke as they were pulled onto the defensive line. The earlier clash of Tailed Beast Bombs hadn’t targeted them directly, but resisting the shockwaves alone had drained them nearly dry.

Some medical-nin had been spared from frontline defense precisely for this moment.

"Hey," the Fourth Raikage growled, staring at the battlefield. "Aren’t you worried about your Hokage?"

Four massive Ten-Tails Tailed Beast Bombs floated in the sky.

Below them, Fujimoto Tōma stood alone.

Mei Terumi nodded faintly. She trusted the Sixth Hokage’s strength, but even so... Naruto and Sasuke together had already redefined what power looked like.

Could anyone really surpass that by much?

"Have faith," Gaara said quietly. "He hasn’t failed yet."

He remembered every encounter. Even when Tōma had been younger, even when his techniques hadn’t seemed overwhelming in scale, the outcome had always been the same.

And Tōma was only a year older than him.

"Exactly," Jiraiya added. "If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that our Hokage doesn’t disappoint."

Ōnoki scanned the faces around him.

Leaf shinobi were calm. Confident.

Not hopeful. Certain.

Even some of the Sand shinobi shared that expression. Other villages, by contrast, showed tension... even despair.

"Hmph," Ōnoki muttered. "That kind of faith doesn’t come cheap."

Tsunade folded her arms. "He’s earned it."

That was enough.

The Raikage and Mei turned their eyes back to the battlefield.

High above the ground, Fujimoto Tōma looked up at the four Tailed Beast Bombs and spoke inwardly.

"So. Do you believe me now?"

Inside him, the Yin Nine-Tails snorted. "Belief doesn’t mean perfection. We haven’t worked together long. The synchronization window will be short."

"That’s fine," Tōma replied calmly. "Just cooperate. I’ll handle the rest."

Natural energy surged.

It didn’t clash with Kurama’s chakra.

It matched it.

"...What is this?" Yin Kurama stiffened as the chakra around him stabilized into a flawless blend.

"This," Tōma said, "is the chakra that fits you best."

Kurama fell silent.

This wasn’t synchronization through shared will like Naruto’s.

This was structural compatibility.

Natural energy, reshaped, tuned, and replicated into Kurama’s frequency.

From Kurama’s perspective, it felt less like cooperation—and more like standing beside another Nine-Tails.

"...Unbelievable," Kurama muttered. "Now I see why my other half trusts you."

Golden light erupted around Tōma.

A radiant chakra cloak enveloped him. Black magatama formed behind his back. His white Hokage cloak turned gold, the crimson kanji for Sixth Hokage burning vividly against it.

Nine tail-like extensions unfurled behind him, moving with quiet precision.

Tōma opened his eyes.

They hadn’t changed.

Still human. Still his.

"So this is the limit just below Six Paths," he murmured. "Not bad."

He snapped his fingers.

Four of the chakra tails transformed into massive golden hands, stretching infinitely upward.

They pressed directly onto the four Ten-Tails Tailed Beast Bombs.

And vanished.

Gone.

No explosion. No resistance.

The battlefield froze.

That single act erased what had nearly annihilated the entire alliance earlier.

Now, four of them were dismissed like an inconvenience.

Slowly, understanding dawned among the shinobi.

This was why the Leaf trusted their Hokage.

"This world really does get unfair," someone whispered.

Tōma’s voice echoed across the battlefield.

"Brace yourselves. Strong winds incoming."

Moments later, far across the sea, the displaced Tailed Beast Bombs detonated.

The shockwave raced back like a storm wall.

Prepared this time, the alliance raised layered defenses. Wind, earth, water, chakra barriers stacked together, shielding the medical corps completely.

Tōma didn’t even flinch.

Six Paths Obito emerged from the black sphere around him, Truth-Seeking Orbs reforming behind his back. There were eight now.

One was gone.

He stared at Tōma, stunned. "Another Nine-Tails...?"

"On the night of the Nine-Tails incident," Tōma replied evenly, "Kurama was split in two. One half went to Naruto. The other was sealed by a jutsu."

"So I was fighting half of it?" Obito said quietly.

Eight complete Tailed Beasts.

And still not enough.

"Yes," Tōma said, smiling. "Ridiculous, isn’t it?"

Obito exhaled slowly, gripping the Sage Staff tighter.

"Enough talk. Let’s settle this, Sixth Hokage."

"Gladly."

Tōma formed a single hand seal.

"Swift Release. Godspeed."

Obito’s pupils shrank.

The Sage Staff rose just in time.

Tōma appeared instantly, a Rasengan slamming into the staff with explosive force.

"So fast!" Obito grinned. "But not strong enough!"

The image shattered.

Afterimage.

Tōma had already retreated.

Even without true ultra-speed, Sage Fox Mode pushed his velocity beyond anything the shinobi world had seen.

Still... Obito had reacted.

"So the boost really is total," Tōma noted.

Obito lunged forward, seizing the opening.

Nine golden tails whipped out from behind Tōma, striking from every angle.

"Wind Style. Void Sever."

Obito was forced to halt, Truth-Seeking Orbs reshaping into a shield.

The impact rang like a bell.

"Still hard as hell," Tōma muttered.

But he smiled.

Because something had been left behind.

Solidified chakra.

A mark.

Red chakra spiraled into Tōma’s palm as his body vanished.

Obito looked up—

And saw the golden Flying Thunder God formula hanging in the air.

"...Impossible!"

Before he could disperse it, Tōma reappeared above him.

"Sage Art. Fire Style. Great Flame Rasengan."

The Truth-Seeking barrier cracked.

Then shattered.

Obito raised the Sage Staff just in time.

The explosion drove him straight down into the earth, a pillar of smoke erupting on impact.