The Land of Water, Kirigakure.
The changes in the sky had not gone unnoticed. The strange light curtain had Mist Shinobi on edge.
Terumi i’s sharp, beautiful eyes were locked onto the phenona above. She knew of Uchiha Madara’s legend, everyone did. But the fact that Madara was calling out Kurama by na—that caught her off guard.
She couldn’t deny it—Kurama had left an indelible mark on her. And not always in a good way.
First, he had taken the Three-Tails from Mist. Then, the Six-Tails followed.
Those were the only two tailed beasts Kirigakure possessed. Both snatched away by the sa man.
Yet, even after everything, Terumi i couldn’t bring herself to hate him. Despite his destruction, Kurama had an unshakable charm. A rough, unpredictable man—but at tis, gentle, even endearing.
Sotis, she found herself thinking of him. Smiling.
And that smile—so rare—made everything else pale in comparison.
"Lady Terumi i, Lord Genji asks for your presence."
"Understood."
She already knew what this was about. The light curtain, the resurrection of Uchiha Madara, none of it could be ignored.
But she wasn’t impressed by Madara.
To her, Kurama was in a different league.
She had witnessed it firsthand—when Kirigakure had nearly been obliterated under the shadow of a massive Tailed Beast Bomb. That wasn’t intimidation. That was annihilation.
Kurama had the power to destroy their entire village—and chose not to.
If Madara was coming after Kurama, the reason was obvious.
The tailed beasts.
What else could Madara want?
Tea?
Not a chance.
In her mind, Kurama was wild, indulgent—if he wanted to unify the ninja world, he’d do it by breaking it first.
She suspected he already had a hand in several major events:
Sunagakure’s mysterious disappearance. Rain Village’s destruction. The death of Hanzō the Salamander.
It all pointed to one man.
"Kurama... always unpredictable," she murmured, vanishing in a blur.
In the Land of Fire.
Uchiha Madara stood proudly, arms crossed, radiating unshakable power.
Kurama leaned casually against a tree trunk, legs crossed, relaxed.
This posture—it threw Madara off. This wasn’t what he expected.
Scarlet vertical pupils. That fierce, almost regal mane of orange hair.
He looked like a beast given human form.
"Tch. So this is what a perfect Nine-Tails Jinchūriki looks like," Madara mused. "Different from the rest."
He had seen many jinchūriki in his day. Even Hashirama’s wife, Uzumaki Mito, had never fully tad the Nine-Tails.
Yet this wild stray had managed it.
"Are you Kurama, the perfect Nine-Tails Jinchūriki?" Madara asked, intrigued.
Kurama smirked. He didn’t care how others labeled him.
"Uchiha Madara. Long ti no see," he said casually.
Madara paused.
Do I know him?
All across the ninja world, shinobi were watching the light curtain.
"That’s him? That’s Kurama?"
"He’s hot as hell. Those eyes, that hair... holy crap, he looks like a model!"
"Can we not get distracted by his face? This is literally Uchiha Madara we’re dealing with."
Back in Konoha, sweat trickled down foreheads.
"Lord Kurama is reckless!"
"He actually went to et Madara?"
"Tsunade-sama... Kushina-sama... how can you just let him do that?!"
The murmur of voices threatened to explode into chaos.
Until Nara Shikaku raised his voice.
"Enough! Watch. And trust the judgnt of the Hokage. Or both Hokages."
Silence returned.
All eyes turned back to the sky.
Kurama spoke first.
"Resurrecting yourself through that nasty technique, huh? What do you want with , Director Madara?"
Madara twitched.
Director Madara?
The hell kind of nickna was that?
Still, Kurama was right there. He let it slide.
"Simple. I ca to reclaim what belongs to ."
Kurama raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"The tailed beasts. And the Rinnegan."
Kurama chuckled. The sound was light, but carried a dangerous undertone.
"So that’s what you want."
Madara smirked.
"What, are you going to hand them over?"
"The Rinnegan? That thing’s practically a di a dozen these days. As for the tailed beasts—they’re not yours to claim."
"A di a dozen?"
Madara blinked. Did he hear that right?
This brat just called the Rinnegan street trash.
He was the second person in history to awaken the Rinnegan, after the Sage of Six Paths himself.
Kurama, clearly, didn’t give a damn.
Was it ignorance? Arrogance? Or both?
Madara wasn’t sure.
Kurama’s gaze shifted. He looked past Madara.
At the masked man behind him.
He let out a slow, amused whistle.
"Obito. Aren’t you forgetting sothing? Shouldn’t you be kneeling before your master?"
Obito froze under the mask.
That na...
He hadn’t heard it in years.
And Kurama’s voice made it sound like a blade drawn against old scars.
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