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... was afraid of heights. She insisted that even if Zixu hadn't come out to pick her up, she could've flown back on her own beetle.

This time, Hatsuizumi had done quite well. Not only did she bring back Guren, who harbored deep hatred for the Akatsuki, but she also managed to swallow the Three-Tails.

Although he had suspected that Akatsuki had completed their mission when he heard the Three-Tails was missing a tail and that Tobi and the others didn't interfere, it didn't take away f ...

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