In the past, Kaguya had been terrified by the idea of Isshiki teaming up with other mbers of the Ōtsutsuki clan. A single Ōtsutsuki was already a massive threat. A coordinated effort from multiple mbers of that godlike bloodline was practically apocalyptic.
But that was before.
Now, Kurama was here.
With him, Kaguya no longer trembled at the thought of her forr kin. She had found solace on this planet—strength, purpose, and soone who made her feel sothing more than duty.
So what if the Ōtsutsuki clan ca? Let them. She’d kill them like insects.
Kurama was the source of that newfound courage. He was the happiness she never thought she’d know.
"Ahem..."
Kurama cleared his throat, snapping the mont back to the present.
"Zetsu, my son, step out."
Black Zetsu blinked. "Huh? Dad, why?"
Kurama looked at him with a serious expression. "I need to have an in-depth discussion with your mother."
Black Zetsu, still confused, left the Ice Palace.
In his mind, his father Kurama must have been about to discuss battle strategies—plans to counter Isshiki and the incoming Ōtsutsuki forces. After all, Zetsu himself, though a creation of Kaguya, didn’t possess the power to challenge the clan.
From his point of view, it was simply beyond his pay grade. Knowing or not knowing changed nothing. His role was clear.
Inside, Kaguya tilted her head, her crimson lips parting slightly. "Lord Kurama, is there sothing else?"
Kurama’s gaze lingered on her, burning with intensity.
The entire space fell silent. Kaguya could hear her heartbeat, and she was... flustered.
"What is this feeling?"
Thousands of years of existence, and yet this sensation—this warmth—was sothing new. It disard her.
She could forget Isshiki, the Ōtsutsuki clan, everything.
In that mont, Kurama was her world.
"Kaguya," Kurama spoke, voice low and grounded. "How about we go on the offensive, starting today?"
He was done waiting. Let Isshiki play the long ga; Kurama had other plans.
This parasite hiding in the shadows of the Shinobi world had lingered too long.
"Alright," Kaguya answered, submissive and reverent. "I will follow Lord Kurama’s lead."
Kurama smiled and drew her into his embrace.
The mont their bodies t, a shiver went down Kaguya’s spine, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
She leaned into his chest, feeling his pulse, his breath.
That rhythm cald her.
Kurama’s embrace was protection and love—sothing Kaguya had never truly known. The Ancestor of Chakra, the Rabbit Goddess... she was still a woman. And for the first ti, she allowed herself to simply be one.
She lted into his arms, resting.
"Lord Kurama..." she whispered.
Kurama placed a hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her long, moon-colored hair like one would calm a child.
Ti slowed.
Kaguya drifted into slumber.
She needed this peace.
She didn’t know how long she slept, but when her eyes fluttered open, Kurama was still watching her with a smile.
"I... I’m sorry, Lord Kurama. That was unbecoming of ," she muttered, trying to move.
Kurama held her tighter.
"It’s alright. You’re cute when you sleep."
A blush crept onto Kaguya’s pale cheeks.
The fearso ancestor of all chakra users... looked like a shy girl next door.
Kurama’s grin turned devilish. "Wanna play a ga, Kaguya?"
Kaguya blinked. "What kind of ga?"
He pointed toward the massive bed. "It’s only fun if we play it over there."
In the Land of Fire, inside the Hokage Office, Orochimaru stood with a clipboard.
"These are the latest experintal results, Tsunade," he said, his long tongue flicking out dramatically.
Tsunade’s eyes twitched.
"For the love of—Orochimaru! Do you have to do that tongue thing? Seriously, knock it off."
She shook her head.
This wasn’t the Orochimaru she rembered from their ti as Sannin. Back then, he was creepy, sure—but not this... exhibitionist.
What had Kurama done to him?
Power? No. Orochimaru didn’t respect power. He coveted it.
Then what?
Kurama must have broken him ntally. Or perhaps overwheld him with technological insight. Orochimaru was as much a scientist as a shinobi. Maybe it was knowledge that did it.
"Co with , Tsunade. Kurama-sama insisted you see this firsthand."
Curiosity got the best of her.
She followed Orochimaru into his underground lab.
The mont the steel doors opened, Tsunade stopped dead in her tracks.
Rows upon rows of cloned bodies—each one a White Zetsu hybrid.
But these weren’t the half-baked Zetsu from the war.
Every single one had Rinnegan implanted into their skulls.
"You’ve got to be kidding ..."
Orochimaru chuckled, pleased. "All thanks to the cloning tech Kurama-sama developed. His power is impressive, but his scientific prowess? Unparalleled."
Tsunade finally understood.
Orochimaru had fallen under the spell of both strength and science.
These Zetsu clones weren’t just puppets.
They were tactical assets. Weapons.
Each one was likely more dangerous than half the current Kage.
"Are these for fighting the Kara... I an, Shell Organization? Or the Ōtsutsuki clan?" Tsunade asked, keeping her tone neutral.
Orochimaru chuckled. "No, no. Kurama-sama can handle those guys by himself."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "Then what are these for?"
"Research. Calibration. They’re test subjects to asure our enemies’ strength... appetizers before the main course."
Tsunade inwardly shivered.
Kurama didn’t just want to win. He wanted to play with his food.
Only he would dare call Ōtsutsuki gods appetizers.
"They’re not going to go rogue, are they?" she asked.
"Even if they do," Orochimaru licked his lips, "it’ll be like squashing ants."
Tsunade sighed.
Kurama had turned Orochimaru into his lapdog.
"Tch... Kurama, you’ve turned this freak into a simp. First , now him. Who’s next? Jiraiya from the grave?"
The following morning...
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya and Kurama rose from bed together.
The beginning of a new war dawned.
But Kaguya didn’t fear it anymore.
She had Kurama.
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