Chapter 162: The Things Inside Naruto’s Body
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Naruto did not recognize the man in front of him.
The handso young adult wore a white turtleneck coat and a gentle smile, the kind that looked warm from a distance. Yet the mont Naruto t his eyes, instinct scread danger. It was not sothing the man had done, not a twitch of hostility or a leak of killing intent. It was worse than that. It was the quiet certainty that the person smiling at him was the source of everything wrong.
Konoha had beco a graveyard in two years. His friends had beco monsters wearing familiar voices. And now so stranger stood here, calmly calling himself a technical director.
Naruto would have to be brain dead to believe it was unrelated.
“Technical director?” Naruto’s voice ca out sharp. “You? Where’s Granny Tsunade?”
“As for Tsunade senpai,” Aizen replied, still patient, still smiling, “since she did not want to disturb this precious reunion, she is in another place.”
He gestured lightly, like a host welcoming a guest.
“Please, take a seat, Naruto kun. Everyone has been looking forward to eting you. As soone seeing you for the first ti, I also…”
“Bring Granny Tsunade out!” Naruto snapped. “I’m not talking to soone I don’t know. Call her out here!”
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Silence.
It rolled across the hall like fog.
The grotesque figures who had been chatting monts ago stopped moving. Sakura, smiling strangely among the shadows, stopped as well. Even Aizen’s expression did not change, yet he did not speak for a beat.
They only looked at him.
No hostility. No pressure. No visible chakra flare. Just ordinary gazes.
And sohow that made Naruto’s skin crawl worse than open violence.
Cold sweat broke across his forehead. His teeth clenched. Because a voice rose inside him, low and heavy, echoing behind his ribs.
“…Kid. If you want to live, run.”
The Nine Tails.
It was not laughing. It was not snarling. For once, there was no arrogant contempt in that voice. Only caution, and sothing dangerously close to fear.
“You have almost no chance here,” it growled. “If you still have a brain, use my chakra and force your way out. With that toad’s help, maybe you live.”
Naruto’s mind roared back, fierce and stubborn.
How could I run? This is my ho. Those are people I know. Even if I die here, I’m not running away.
“If you want to die, do not drag with you,” the Nine Tails hissed. “I’m not interested in your village gas. Did you not feel it? There are several in this room whose strength is close to mine.”
Naruto’s heart sank as he stared at the figures standing like silent statues.
He did not understand why Konoha had beco this. He did not understand why his classmates looked like stitched nightmares. But love for his village and his friends made standing aside impossible.
His breathing tightened. His pupils sharpened.
A faint red tint began to seep into his chakra.
Then a voice cut through the silence, one Naruto recognized instantly.
“You really are an impolite brat.”
A presence stepped forward from the shadows.
Tsunade appeared with her arms crossed, the structure of the Yin Seal visible on her forehead, her gaze steady, her posture unchanged. She looked at Naruto as if he had rely tracked mud into the house.
“I wanted to give you a touching reunion,” she said, “but you insisted on dragging an old woman out. Please have rcy. What is it, Naruto?”
Naruto stared at her, frozen.
“…Are you really Granny Tsunade?”
Tsunade’s brow twitched. “What is that supposed to an?”
Naruto’s voice rose, raw and furious. “You dare ask what I an? Look at them. Look at what the village has beco outside. Granny Tsunade, are you really the Tsunade I know?”
Tsunade’s gaze dimd, sorrow moving behind her eyes.
“That is how they want to be,” she said quietly. “I have no right to demand they beco sothing else. Even as Hokage, I do not have the right to decide what they must be, or how they must live. You know that, Naruto.”
Naruto’s pupils contracted.
He was not stupid. He never had been. Acting foolish had been a mask, a way to survive loneliness and force people to notice him. He understood words. He understood aning.
That was why Tsunade’s answer felt like a blade.
He looked around again. At the creatures wearing familiar chakra signatures. At friends who no longer looked human, only traces of the past clinging to them like stains.
Was this what it ant? That everything he believed in, everything he fought for, could be twisted into this and called choice?
He had been branded a monster his whole childhood. A fox in human skin. And now, seeing the people he loved turned into sothing even more ghostly than him, how was he supposed to accept it?
Aizen stepped forward, still calm, still smiling.
“Allow to explain, Naruto kun,” he said.
“They have chosen this in pursuit of their paths. The sa way people reshape their bodies through training, dicine, and tools in order to master certain techniques, they have beco what you see to cultivate what they desire. This is their ideal self.”
Naruto’s throat tightened. “You’re saying… they chose this? This is their ideal?”
“Yes,” Aizen said. “More precisely, it is the ideal they created once their desires were no longer restrained.”
Naruto’s control snapped. “What are you even talking about?!”
Aizen sighed softly, like a teacher facing a stubborn student.
“In truth, human emotion is rarely as rational as we pretend. Consider idol worship. People listen to songs, watch performances, praise the idol, defend them, buy rchandise, chase news. At first it is harmless, even joyful. Then it grows.”
His voice remained gentle as his words sharpened.
“As the attachnt deepens, actions beco extre. People begin stalking, chasing, intruding into spaces they do not belong. They pursue their own imagined dream. In reality, they chase an ideal version of themselves. That substitution becos fanaticism. Worship. The more they love that image, the more they pour themselves into it.”
Naruto’s jaw clenched.
Aizen continued, unfazed.
“But normally there is a limit. A string that holds people back. That string is reason. The social contract. Rules. The fact that behavior must remain traceable.”
He raised a hand slightly.
“When one breaks free of that restraint, there are only two outcos. You beco a beast that abandons rules, or a god that establishes them. They are simply walking the second path.”
Naruto’s rage boiled over. “You bastard…”
He moved before he finished speaking.
A punch shot toward Aizen, wrapped in chaotic Nine Tails chakra, a violent surge ant to smash that calm smile into the floor.
And at the exact mont Naruto swung, the Nine Tails howled inside him, panicked in a way Naruto had never heard.
Wait, idiot, stop. Do not do it.
Too late.
Aizen’s wrist turned pitch black.
The dark structure sliced through the Nine Tails cloak like a hot blade through butter. It pierced the chakra, seized Naruto, and lifted him as if he weighed nothing.
Before Naruto could even twist, three black rods erupted from the shadows beneath his feet. They shot upward and crossed through the air, pinning him in place.
Naruto thrashed. The rods did not budge.
His chakra surged. It did not matter.
“Excuse ,” Aizen said, almost politely. “I did not intend to do this so soon. I do value mories.”
His eyes remained calm as he held Naruto suspended like a captured fox.
“But since you chose to take a dangerous step, I cannot ignore it.”
Aizen leaned closer, voice lowering.
“The Nine Tails chakra, the other will inside it, and the one lurking beyond, in the afterlife. If this is truly all the so called Otsutsuki clan has to rely on, then my evaluation of this crisis must change. They are even more incompetent than I expected. Have they spent their entire existence bullying primitive worlds?”
Naruto’s breath hitched. “What… are you talking about?”
“I am analyzing you,” Aizen said, “and the future of this world.”
He studied Naruto with sothing like pity.
“Your entire life has been arranged. From beginning to end, you have played the role of a victim. That tragedy is not an accident of the ninja world. It is manufactured. The shadow of a few people has been woven into everything from the beginning.”
Naruto fought the rods, voice cracking. “Granny Tsunade… everyone… give them back…”
Tsunade’s gaze turned away, pain flickering across her face.
“Naruto,” she whispered, “Aizen is right. And he proved it to us.”
Her voice shook, but she did not deny it.
“The ruins you saw outside, what we are now, it is because we were shown the real face of this world. It is not that we simply chose this. The ninja world forced those choices on us. I hope you understand.”
Naruto’s eyes trembled, flicking between faces. “I… I do not understand…”
Aizen’s grip tightened slightly.
“This is to help you, Naruto kun,” he said. “You have been bound to these things for far too long.”
A power that felt wrong flowed through Aizen’s hand, a legendary force Naruto had only ever heard tied to the Sage of Six Paths. The Nine Tails chakra raged crimson, but it could not touch anything. It was as if the cloak existed in another dinsion, sealed away from reality.
Naruto’s eyes shifted, flickering between human blue and the vertical slits of the fox.
The three rods acted like a conduit. Naruto’s chakra was split into three streams. The Nine Tails chakra and Naruto’s own chakra poured out like two torrents, one vast and violent, the other smaller, drawn downward through two of the rods and into the ground.
The third rod did not drink.
It stayed fixed at Naruto’s neck, unmoving, like a lock holding sothing back.
Aizen spoke again, conversational, almost casual.
“Do you believe in precognition? In other worlds?”
Naruto’s voice ca out hoarse. “What?”
“I believe,” Aizen replied. “Because I am that kind of being.”
He spoke as if it were obvious.
“Novels, comics, movies, gas, they all carry information. So let ask you this. Is it possible that the stories people create are real possibilities in other universes?”
Naruto stared, struggling, unable to even process the words as his chakra drained away.
Aizen continued, patient with his own explanation.
“Based on that premise, I am not from this world. I am not a person of the ninja world. I carry mories of two other worlds. This world is the third. And in one of the worlds I experienced, there was information about this one. I knew you existed, Naruto Uzumaki.”
He smiled faintly.
“I know you are the protagonist. I know your story with Sasuke. I know you will face many enemies, even the revived Madara Uchiha. Even enemies from beyond the sky. I regret that I do not know that part in detail, but I am very certain your will has never truly been your own.”
Aizen’s tone softened, almost kind.
“I am saving you, Naruto kun. Or rather, I have always been trying to save this ninja world. I want it to beco better.”
Naruto barely heard him.
Extraction of chakra was extraction of life. Naruto knew it. As the Nine Tails jinchuriki, if the entire Nine Tails were pulled out, he would die instantly. Even drawing out his own chakra like this ant death if it continued.
But Naruto did not give up.
Even as his vision blurred, even as his limbs weakened, he gathered strength in secret, trying to force his body to move, trying to break the rods before it was too late.
Sakura stepped forward.
She looked almost tired.
She shook her head, sighed, and reached inside her coat.
Naruto’s eyes widened as she pulled out a warm test tube, uncorked it, and poured the liquid over his head.
The mont it touched him, Naruto’s control vanished.
His will, his consciousness, his sense of self, all of it slipped away like sand through fingers.
He could only stare blankly as Sakura tossed the empty tube aside and moved to Aizen’s side, as if proud of a completed experint.
Aizen smiled, praising her without looking away from Naruto.
Then Naruto felt it.
Both torrents inside him poured harder. His chakra surged out like a flood ripping open a dam. The Nine Tails chakra followed, violent and screaming, yet still unable to touch the world.
And in the last mont before Naruto’s mind dimd, before the drain threatened to kill him, he saw sothing he had never imagined could exist inside his body.
A third chakra.
Dim. Cold. Unlike anything he had ever sensed.
It began to seep out through the third rod, slow at first, then steadier, like a hidden vein finally opened.
Naruto’s eyes snapped wide.
This was not his chakra.
This was not the Nine Tails.
It felt like sothing that had been living inside him all along, silent and unseen, like a second life growing in the dark without his knowledge.
Impossible.
Yet it flowed before his eyes, defying every rule Naruto thought he understood.
Aizen’s smile deepened as he watched the concentrated stream erge.
“Look,” he said softly. “The third chakra inside you. The chakra that has been secretly manipulating the state of this ninja world.”
His eyes glead with satisfaction.
“This is what I have been looking for within you.”
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