Chapter 133: The Confused Ten-Tails
Yamcha's words were like the final judgment. Combined with ninety-two types of mental attacks, fifty-seven control techniques, and thirty-seven curse spells, they completely shattered Kaguya's psychological defenses.
Kaguya felt her entire body go limp, completely powerless. She trembled uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind, cold sweat soaking through her feathered robe.
A faint foul odor began to spread.
There was no way this could escape Yamcha's keen senses—especially now that his five senses had been vastly enhanced through his fusion with the system.
So even goddesses could feel fear. Even a goddess's sweat could stink. Even a goddess feared death.
Whether rich or poor, monster or hero, human or god...
In the face of death, all are equal.
Death is the ultimate end for all living things.
At that moment, a strange feeling rose in Yamcha's heart—something close yet elusive.
It was like something was stuck in his throat—a splinter that, while barely there, couldn't be removed.
In a daze, Yamcha suddenly realized that his power was increasing at an astonishing rate.
Was this what novels called... a "breakthrough"?
This was already the second time, counting the old grandmaster's incident. Could this be a unique Earthling racial trait, separate from "temporary breakthroughs"?
Yamcha didn't know.
But it was certainly a topic worth researching. Hmm, better let Mewtwo handle it.
While Yamcha stood frozen in place, surprised by his sudden power increase, Kaguya, driven mad by fear, had already mentally broken. In moments of extreme terror, emotions often shift into rage.
She began to gather energy in secret. She didn't want to die—not yet. She would strike back one last time!
Between her palms, gray bones began to faintly appear.
This is why our ancestors taught us: always beware of a dying prey's final counterattack. Even with victory in hand, disaster can strike.
"Co-Killing Gray Bone!"
Kaguya suddenly lunged at Yamcha.
What met her eyes were Yamcha's five fingers.
"It's over."
The ki wave engulfed Kaguya entirely. Before she could even react, her life was already snuffed out.
"BOOM!"
A massive mushroom cloud rose slowly into the sky.
In the world of Naruto, no one is truly innocent—especially not the final boss of the series. The hundred thousand White Zetsu were once real people. Killing Kaguya was no different from defeating Demon King Piccolo—absolutely no emotional burden.
And as a former desert bandit, Yamcha wasn't one to be squeamish about such things anyway.
"ROAR!"
With Kaguya's disappearance, the Divine Tree—now without a controller—began to rampage, destroying everything in its path. Mountains, forests, all crumbled to dust beneath its monstrous power.
"I could destroy it directly... but that'd be a waste."
Yamcha floated in the air, watching the massive, berserk beast. The Divine Tree was, in essence, a physical manifestation of chakra—pure energy in physical form. Without the control of an Ōtsutsuki, it was just a giant walking energy mass.
"Perfect chance to test this."
Yamcha pulled out a universal capsule from his storage space.
With a pop, a rice cooker sealed with a talisman appeared before him.
He aimed his hands at the Ten-Tails, the aura of Ki Tech gathering in his palms.
"Evil Containment Wave!"
With a loud shout, green energy spiraled forth from Yamcha's hands, quickly enveloping the Ten-Tails. Its enormous body began to distort, elongating—essentially, a 3D being being forcibly pulled into 2D.
The sky turned into a swirling green vortex.
As Yamcha rotated his hands, the Ten-Tails spun helplessly in mid-air.
Thankfully, this wasn't the Hidden Whirlpool Village, so there was no risk of being vortexed himself.
The Dragon Ball universe's top sealing technique—capable of sealing beings far stronger than the user—came at a heavy cost of life force. The stronger the target, the more life it drained; the weaker, the less. Like the Kamehameha, it was a high-risk move that could easily result in the user's death if mishandled.
Record of Success:
Master Mutaito sealed Demon King Piccolo.
In official spinoff Bukū Tōgeki, it sealed Majin Buu in the "If" story branch.
In Dragon Ball Super, Goku sealed a turtle while practicing it.
In the Future Trunks arc, the seal failed due to forgetting the sealing paper.
In the Tournament of Power, Master Roshi famously used it to great effect—he even sealed Vegeta!
Drawbacks:
Extremely difficult to control.
Must aim precisely at the sealing pot or cooker.
Requires sealing paper.
Once countered by Piccolo in the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai.
After spinning for who-knows-how-many loops, Yamcha flung the Ten-Tails toward the rice cooker.
"Get in there!"
BOOM!
He missed slightly.
The Ten-Tails crashed to the ground in a confused heap, dumbfounded and still dazed from being turned into abstract art.
"As expected, this is a tough move to control."
Yamcha wasn't surprised. Even Master Roshi and post-time-skip Goku struggled to use this technique precisely. A single failure was understandable.
Unfortunately, the rice cooker had been squashed by the Ten-Tails' butt.
But…
Yamcha calmly pulled out another rice cooker.
Given the gap in strength between him and the Ten-Tails, Yamcha could try the Evil Containment Wave many more times.
Round two!
"Evil Containment Wave!"
The dazed Ten-Tails turned abstract again.
And...
Failure!
"Again! Again!"
Third rice cooker.
Fourth attempt!
"I think I'm getting the rhythm down."
Fifth try!
"Tch."
How many rice cookers did Yamcha bring?
To be safe, he packed thousands.
After countless failures...
The moment the Ten-Tails hit the ground again, it opened its huge mouth wide.
"URGH!"
A torrent of unknown yellow-brown sludge spewed forth in an unstoppable wave.
After spinning thousands of times, the Ten-Tails had become motion sick.
It vomited for a long time before collapsing with a loud thump, its eyes turning into spirals.
No, not Rinnegan—just pure dizziness.
Yamcha mentally imagined an announcement:
"Ten-Tails is unable to battle. Winner: Yamcha!"
"Let's try again."
Yamcha wasn't done. Green energy swirled again toward the unconscious Ten-Tails.
"URGH!"
Even while abstract, the Ten-Tails continued to spew its guts—this time, a greenish-brown sludge.
The swirling filth colored the entire sky to match.
Yamcha focused intensely—he definitely didn't want to get covered in Ten-Tails vomit.
Even if it wasn't literal crap, it wasn't much better.
Carefully aiming...
He flung again with all his might.
BOOM!
The Ten-Tails—along with all its vomit—landed perfectly inside the rice cooker.
Finally! Success!
(End of Chapter)