A/N: if you came from my other story or just picked this up, be warned that I haven't committed to writing, and could drop this for months, before returning, or just come back after a day. So if you want a consistent story, don't get to invested.
In a universe, similar to our own there was a man. This man's name is irrelevant for this story's purpose. This man had a mental condition that increased his pain receptors sensitivity 10-fold and his negative emotions were prevailing because of this. Physical activity was incredibly painful for him, so in an age where kids connected through activity, he was an outcast.
He grew up alone, not even his family to help him. The only thing kept him grounded to sanity was his thirst for knowledge. It was the only thing he excelled at, so he made the life altering decision to learn as much as he can. But he knew this was dangerous, for what is intelligence without the wisdom to know how to use it. So, he meditated, and used exercises to increase his mental threshold for pain to eventually become a functioning member of society.
He went out into the world, to get experience. From the slums of third-rate countries, to the mansions of the 1%. He wanted to learn so much and eventually aged. Until he could no longer travel safely. In the last years of his life, he meditated what he learned and in his pastime enjoyed digital entertainment. He casually watched some shows some anime even but not a lot.
Naruto was one of his favorite shows in theme and the story was decent to him. So when he discovered the thousands of fanfiction that expanded and branched off from that story with the many possibilities and potential, it was quite the discovery to say the least. All though the smut that was to be honest, a good quarter of it, quite amusing thinking of how people these days couldn't control there hormones. It reminded him of some⦠Interesting things he had to do to control those pesky things.
It was with a heart full of peace and calm that he died, mediating on tempering his already strong soul.
For reasons unexplained and other assorted bull shit, the soul of said man appeared within the kyuubi no kitsune as it was restrained by the adamantium chains of a tomato head (that would seriously kill if you called her that). Now the Soul of the man should have been easily destroyed by the kyuubi at any other time. However, this time, the soul was compressed to a tenth of a normal human soul with 100 more times potency. The man had lived a hard life, with incredible pain and soul crushing despair. But he lived through it and got stronger, he meditated to refine himself, he did muscle tearing exercises to up his pain tolerance. He traveled the world and gained as much wisdom as possible.
The man's soul was the highest grade possible.
But it was still nothing to the kyuubi, who's soul was 999 times larger than a human's soul and 99 times more potent. However, the kyuubi was fighting with all his strength and was bound by the uzamaki sealing chains. The soul of the kyuubi was on par with the man's soul in its restrained state.
So, when the kyuubi and man fought for dominance over the body of chakra, the match was even. On the outside world everything was frozen, allowing the speed of light battle. Eventually the souls were at a stalemate and were communicating with each other through emotions. The kyuubi so full of hate, wrath, and chaos, the human full of love, calm, and peace.
The man believed that the absence of love caused hatred, with all his heart. This belief, this indomitable will, caused the hate in the kyuubi to die out, and in place found, through the life's story of the man, acceptance. Where there was wrath, there was now content, and where there was chaos, there was peace.
The soul submitted to the man, and they merged, the man coming out with his personality, stronger than ever. He gained all of the kyuubi's life experience and knowledge, and in honor of the friend he found, he took on his name as Kurama.
Outside of the kyuubi, it all of a sudden stopped struggling, it's faraway. The aura of hate that covered the entire village suddenly, exploded outward and change. Instead of overwhelming hate, there was peace, warmth, and calmness. The kyuu- no- Kurama's coat changed into a brilliant with a luster, the black lines accenting him, his once red eyes, turned golden, filled with peace and serenity.
Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzamaki were shocked at the transformation. They stared in awe as it easily broke through the chains. Panic welled within them, but all it did was look at them and waited, saddened that the Yondaime Hokage was already beginning to summon the Shinigami, and if he stopped now, he could summon something far worse.
So, with sorrow in its majestic eyes, it watched as he sacrificed his soul to have him sealed in young Naruto, the Shinigami unable split the stronger than before chakra beast's soul. Kushina was already on the verge of death from having Kurama ripped out of her. She went on to give his last words along with Minato to Naruto as they collapsed, dead.
Kurama had plans for Naruto. He grieved for the loving parents, but he best start early. He was responsible for the child now, the child of prophecy. With Shinigami's seal too weak to contain the empowered beast, he could begin to modify the body and mind of the future hero. He had to be ready, he had much to do.
