"Well, that was a good sleep!" Naruto declared as they all filled back into the main room, ready for some more ready. "Time to start again!" He looked around, making sure nobody had to do anything before. "Okay!"
Naruto breathed deeply and he began reading.
Fire is the bringer of life, the apostle of creation. Fire can be a gentle flame that warms and comforts. But take heed - fire can also be the tidings of death, the harbinger of destruction. Fire can also be a vicious flame that burns and consumes.
When Hashirama saw his best friend get excited at the mention of fire, he rolled his eyes earning him a glare from Izuna.
"The Will of Fire." Danzo murmured under his breath. Perhaps Hiruzen was not much of a fool as he thought. The man always preached about the Will of Fire, but perhaps this was the Professor truly meant.
Hiruzen smirked.
My Strategist: Yasaka
Amidst the burning wreckage of an unknown town in federal Japan, the figure of a young and beautiful woman could be found alone, staring at the flames with eyes that shone blankly. This woman emanated a curious aura of power and strength that belied her existence as one of not belonging within boundaries of mortality. Dressed in a shrine priestess outfit, with nine curious tails that seemed to dance in the shadows, this woman stood under the night sky and stared at the flames, as they flickered in a hypnotic dance.
"Wait a second, isn't this that woman from the first chapter?" Kiba wondered, looking around the room. "The one that Nurarihyon Naruto was talking to on the mountain?"
"I knew she looked familiar!" Ino clicked her fingers.
Yasaka, Kyuubi no Kitsune, a fox-like yokai whom strength were determined by the number of tails they had, found herself in a conundrum.
"Wait, what?" Sakura turned towards Naruto in confusion. "Isn't there only one Kyubi? The one inside your stomach?" She asked him.
"No." Naruto said after a moment. "Kyubi no Kitsune is a title. It is the title of the strongest demon fox." He explained. "That's not its name."
"Interesting." Hiruzen and Danzo murmured, while Madara and Hashirama did not seem surprised in the slightest.
"So, what's his name?" Choji asked Naruto.
Naruto just grinned, refusing to answer.
"Stop being a dobe and just tell us." Sasuke glared at his rival, but he was silenced by Madara's harsh glare.
"Silence, descendant." He hissed darkly. "Only mortals the Biju choose to know their names may know and speak their names." He told him. "Demanding a Biju's name from a Jinchuriki is tantamount to treason against both the Biju and Jinchuriki."
Sasuke, and the rest of the genin, were confused.
"In our days, if a man demanded a Biju's name without the permission of the Biju or Jinchuriki, they could be legally executed." Izuna explained, making the youngest generation pale in fear.
With each passing day, she could feel the urge within her grow stronger, awaiting the day where it would override her senses. The instinct to destroy, to devastate, to crush the world beneath her power... It was this lust for carnage that was starting to overwhelm her self-control and unhinging her with each passing day.
"It seems the power of the Kyubi can affect even the beast itself." Danzo murmured, realizing why it was so easy for Jinchuriki to get lust in their own lust for destruction.
Naruto flinched, thinking of the times he felt the urge of destruction grow, no matter how much he controlled himself.
"Once again..."
She was too strong, gained her strength, her tails too fast that she was unable to cope and control the instincts that came with such strength.
"I see. So, there is a proper way to become the Kyubi and un unnatural way." Hiruzen came to the realization.
Naruto closed his eyes as he asked the Kyubi himself.
"Yes and no." Naruto said after a moment. "The Kyubi are either born with the nine tails and thus have a natural instinct to control their power, or they acquire their tails millennia into their life and have the experience to control their power." He explained. "Young demon foxes that acquire their tails after birth are more likely to lose control."
"Huh. You learn something new every day." Choji chomped on another chip.
With powers that came with having nine tails, she awakened an instinct - the raw and primal instinct to bring everything into utter ruination. She thirsted for destruction, and lived to mercilessly crush, shred and slice her opponents. The strength that she gained from being a "Kyuubi" aroused the honed instinct that slumbered deep within her psyche to brutally kill, to slaughter, to eviscerate and to destroy everything. She yearned for blood, and desired nothing more than to drown the world in a sea of flames.
"Well, nothing more dangerous than a woman scorned." Jiraiya said hesitantly, flinching as Tsunade slapped him on the back of the head.
"So, the demonic energy of the Kyubi can enhance emotion." Tobirama murmured under his breath, finally understanding why Jinchuriki could become incredibly dangerous the more their emotions have been heightened.
She was a berserker, one whom sought nothing but to endlessly kill, to eternally wreck destruction.
"...Another town set on fire... Another village, I have burned... "
"It seems that she does not have control of the destruction." Hiruzen commented. "As if she does not wish to commit destruction."
"It is very likely." Madara said calmly. "There was some born in my family that had such a powerful affinity to the fire element that they would lose themselves to the wrath and hate of fire." He explained. "My father's brother was one such man. To protect the clan, my father had to put down his own brother."
Izuna nodded grimly, remembering the story of Yamamoto-oji.
The rest of the room were a mix between horrified and understanding.
She could feel it - the pure urge to destroy and devastate, to burn everything and anything, to immolate everything in a conflagration, it was this base urge that grew stronger day by day, slipping through erected barriers of her mind and attacked her sanity, gently coercing and seducing her to give in into those destructive instincts. It was torturous, it was excruciating, it was agony trying to suppress these impulses.
"These flames... They flare brightly, and consumes everything... It can't protect... It only destroys..."
She was a beast - an advent of the apocalypse, the visitation of destruction. She looked up to the sky blankly, and wondered, "When will this end... When will I be able to control these powers? When will I stop... bringing about mindless destruction? I don't want to kill anymore... Yet, I don't know when I will end up killing again..."
"As you suspected, Hiruzen-san." Izuna said calmly. "Her entire mind and body seems to be controlled by her flames of death and destruction."
Madara himself sighed deeply, knowing how the power of fire could affect even the stronger warrior's psyche. In fact, Madara had times during war when the fire would even control his bloodlust. His father called it the Curse of the Uchiha.
"Speaking of control, how is that young Uzumaki has managed not to lose control as the Jinchuriki of the strongest and oldest of the Biju?" Tobirama wondered, looking at the previous Jinchuriki of the Kyubi no Kitsune.
"Well," Mito began with a small smile. "the reason most Jinchuriki lose control so easily is because their seals are prepared in a manner where the Biju and the Jinchuriki are completely separated from one another." She said. "That is why both Kushina-chan and I would lose control when we rarely used the Biju's power. Our chakra was a separate entity to the Biju and thus its power would overrun our control." She continued. "On the hand, Naruto-chan has bonded with the Kyubi as one vessel from the day he was born, their chakra one entity as opposed to a normal Jinchuriki." She explained. "For this reason, it is much rarer for him to lose control, but not impossible."
Everyone hummed in understanding.
She was without a doubt, a monster. A creature who brought forth naught but destruction. But can a monster who feels remorse truly be called a monster?
"Ashes... to ashes... Dust... to dust..."
Click, clack.
"Hohoho! Here comes my baby boy!" Kushina cheered as she punched fist into the air as Naruto flushed with a small smile.
"Indeed." Minato said with a gentle smile, embarrassing his son all the more.
"Shaddap old man!" He said in embarrassment, earning an amused laugh and smile from his parents.
The sound of wooden sandals against ground resounded throughout the air. A figure walked into the clearing, fading through flames and shadows as if they were non-existent. This figure, clad in a curious red leather cloak with designs of black flames sewed on the hemline, with a golden mane for hair and sapphire orbs for eyes, emitted an aura of strength that revealed his existence as something beyond the realm of mortality.
This figure... was Uzumaki Naruto.
Stopping upon seeing the woman before him, Naruto let out a curious grunt.
Yasaka turned, fixing her gaze at the man before her, her eyes vacant and empty.
"...Leave..." Yasaka spoke, her tone harsh, her words laborious. Digging her claws into her palm, trying to focus on the pain it brought in an attempt to stave off her rising instincts.
"...Go away... Before... I end up... killing you."
"What is with Nurarihyon Naruto fighting all of his recruits before they even bloody join him?" Kiba asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You might not know this, being raised in a time of peace as you have, but true loyalty is won on the battlefield." Madara said sternly. "When you clash with an enemy, only then can you truly understand the depth of his emotions and desires." He declared. "I would be hard-pressed to ally with a man I have yet to face on the battlefield."
"Please, do not listen to Madara." Hashirama sighed deeply. "Fighting is not necessary to make allies." He ignored Madara's glare. "However, it is no lie to say that fighting together or against each other does strengthen bonds."
Madara sighed in disgust with Hashirama's obsession with bonds.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
The urge to kill once again rose from within Yasaka's mind, threatening to take over her rationality at the sight of another living creature. The world began to meld into red, as a strange fog-like haze settled upon Yasaka's mind.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
"You know, he truly is your son." Kushina whispered to Minato who looked absolutely out his depths as he looked at his wife slack jawed. "The woman that seems to be his love interest wanted to kill him on their first meeting." She scoffed at her own memory of meeting young Namikaze Minato. "Like father, like son."
Minato wore a sheepish smile as his own memories of meeting a young Red Hot-Blooded Habanero entered his mind.
Naruto merely stood there, his gaze appearing to peer deep into Yasaka's soul, as if searching for something. As seconds passed, the voices in Yasaka's head resounded louder and louder, demanding her to draw blood. Her eyes, the color of amber honey, faded into a fiery and bloodthirsty scarlet.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, KILL, KILL, KILL!
Kiba shivered, he would be out of there so fast that it would not even be funny. No way was he facing an angry woman that could control fire.
Naruto was fucking insane!
"...I'm going to kill you!" Yasaka screamed, lunging towards her prey, her claws, as sharp as any blade, streaking through the air to mercilessly shred her foe. In an instant, she was right in front of her foe, her body angled diagonally, her claws raised upwards ready to rend and butcher her foe into bloody pieces of flesh. Eyes alight with a feral and frenetic bloodlust, she swung her claws downwards.
CLANG!
"Ha!" Kushina cheered. "My son is a badass ass, fire woman." She declared. "Ain't no way you can defeat him so easily."
Naruto nodded in agreement with a wicked smile.
The older men just gave Minato sympathetic looks.
Within a split second, in a motion so sublime spoke of years of practice until it was instinct, in a stroke so swift it resembled an elegant dance, Naruto unsheathed his blade from its scabbard and swung it upwards, the metallic dissonance announcing the clash between blade and claw as Yasaka's cleave was parried.
Behind his blade, Naruto spoke, "I see... You possess incredible strength, incredible speed. For a moment, I thought I was about to die."
"He has your survival instincts, brother." Izuna said to Madara who gave his brother a glare which caused his younger brother to smirk widely and for Madara to huff as he turned away.
"Stop being so cavalier with danger, brat." Tsunade snapped as she squeezed Naruto's cheeks.
"Ow! Ow! Okay, sorry, Baa-chan!" He said as he rubbed his now red whiskered cheeks while his mother cackled.
"Who... who are you?" Yasaka's eyes narrowed as she gutturally growled out. "You are... not normal."
"Me? I am Uzumaki Naruto, the one who will ascend to the onus of Sixth Nurarihyon, and the one who will become the future lord of pandemonium and master of all spirits! What is your name, Kyuubi?"
"Never was there ever a man of more confidence." Madara realized. "His claim to the title of the Sixth Nurarihyon is not a desire, but a thing he sees already as his." He explained.
"Or arrogance." Tobirama commented, earning a glare from Izuna for his defiance against his beloved elder brother.
"...Yasaka."
"Very well, Yasaka! For my ambition, I will require strong yokai like you. Would you be willing to join me, as part of my Night Parade? There are many who are part of my Night Parade like you and I... You are alone, right? If you join me, you will never be alone... I guarantee it."
"Cunning." Danzo complimented, giving an approving nod to Naruto who seemed confused at the praise.
"Cunning? It is kindness, offering a lonely woman, a place to call her own." Hiruzen told his friend and rival.
"Perhaps." Danzo allowed. "However, beyond the kindness for a place of belong, the young Lord of Yokai is using her loneliness and desire for companionship to attain his loyalty to his cause." He explained.
Hashirama nodded in agreement, earning a betrayed look from his student.
"Hiruzen, you have ruled Konoha, for what? Forty years? Thirty years?" Tobirama asked in place of Hashirama who was silent. "In those thirty odd years, do not tell me you have remained naïve enough to believe rulers should not be willing to do what they must despite their reservations for their people?"
Hiruzen said nothing, stubborn.
"I have no doubt the young Uzumaki boy acted on mercy and kindness, but he also used his kindness in a cunning manner to earn the loyalty of a strong Yokai." He declared, though Hiruzen refused to be swayed.
Naruto merely listened intently to the most powerful men in shinobi history.
"...I'm not normal! I can't... help it. I don't know... when I'll start... killing those around me." Yasaka snarled, her tails slashing through the air like nine separate whips. "Even so, you invite me... to join your Parade? A monster... like me?!"
"I have just realized, but instead of an army, it seems that this Yokai Naruto is forging a place for outcasts." Asuma commented, earning a pleased nod from his father who grinned smugly at his sensei. "A home for the dispirit."
Tobirama glared at his student, while Hashirama smiled in amusement.
"I will not be killed. I am not that weak." Naruto answered in reply, his tone as calm and still as night.
"You... do not fear me?" Yasaka hesitantly questioned, her rage temporarily receding back to the deep recesses of her mind.
"I do not, Yasaka. I will act as your cell. I will stop you."
"I will act as your cell. I will stop you." Mito whispered in awe before looking to Naruto who seemed confused. "You truly are his heir, aren't you?"
"Mito, are you alright?" Tobirama asked, concerned for his sister by law.
"Ho." Madara said, impressed, as he looked at Naruto. "I will explain, descendent of the mighty Yamamoto." He laughed. "Your grandfather, your mother's father," He said, nodding towards Kushina who seemed quiet at the mention of her beloved father who she had not seen for years. "He had a slogan that he would on the eve of battle to his soldiers who were following him into war and blood."
Naruto listened intently, interested to learn about this man he had never met.
"If you swear to follow me-" Madara began.
"I swear to act as your cell. To prevent the beast from controlling your actions." Ended an older and grim voice.
Kushina and Mito's head snapped to find an old man standing at the entrance of the room, old but tall and strong. A man with no hair and sharp violet orbs, and a short wooden staff in his right hand, draped in a white and black haori.
This man is Uzumaki Yamamoto, the Sandaime Uzukage of Uzushiogakure, and Uzumaki Naruto's grandfather.
"Yamamoto, you bastard." Madara grinned widely as he looked upon one of his greatest rival and friends.
"Uchiha Madara." Yamamoto nodded in respect. "Senju Hashirama." He did the same to the Senju Lord. "It is good to see my old foes."
He now turned to Mito and Kushina.
"My sister, you are as young as the day you left me." He said deeply before regarding his daughter with love. "And my daughter, what a beauty you have become. The very image of your mother."
It took all but a moment for Kushina to react.
"Papa!"
Yamamoto laughed heartily as he embraced his daughter, taking in her scent, praying to her late mother.
You would be proud of the woman our daughter has become, Retsu.
"You've gotten old, little brother." Mito said gently as she embraced the man who seemed to be her elder but was in fact her younger.
"And you, big sister, look only slightly older." He said mischievously, earning a slap on the arm from his elder sister.
The Lord of the Uzumaki now turned towards Uzumaki Naruto.
"And who is this?"
Naruto fidgeted, wondering what his famed grandfather would think of him.
"This is my son, Papa." Kushina grinned brightly. "This is Uzumaki Naruto, the Prince of the Uzumaki." She declared proudly, earning shocked looks from the other genin, while Naruto shyly looked up at his grandfather.
"My grandson." Yamamoto whispered as he laid a hand on his shoulder. "You are my grandson." He declared fiercely. "HA!" He declared, turning to Madara and Hashirama who arched their eyebrows. "My grandson is greater than all your damn heirs, losers!"
"And I thought he could serious for five seconds." Madara grumbled as he and Hashirama glared.
"Now, now, my dear grandson, let us learn more of your other self, shall we?" Yamamoto said with a grin as he and Naruto took a seat.
Minato grinned sheepishly when Yamamoto glared fiercely at him, mumbling about 'yellow-haired pretty boys seducing innocent maidens'.
"...Do not be so presumptuous!" Yasaka jumped back, momentarily disengaging herself from the battle as her eyes alighted with a crimson fury once more.
Channeling her burning inferno of anger, rage, hatred, fury, her tails, each as sharp as any blade, enveloped itself with fire, whipping through the air like blades.
"You believe you can stop my rampage, should I ever go berserk? You believe you can tame me, descendant of Tamamo-no-mae herself?! My tails are whips! My fangs are daggers! My claws are swords! My fire incinerates everything! Yet, you believe you can stop me?! Many have claimed to be able to stop me, yet all have burned beneath the shadow of my flames! What guarantee do you have, that you will not?! What guarantee do you have, of your strength?! Do not give me false hope, Uzumaki Naruto!"
"Ho. She reminds me of our grandmother." Yamamoto laughed. "Now there was fierce woman!" He slapped his grandson on his back. "Your other will have his work cut out, Naruto boy!"
Naruto laughed, enjoying his time with his grandfather.
"I still fail to see how you wed a woman that almost killed you." Madara told his old friend and rival.
"Well, not everyone's a coward like you, pink eyes." Yamamoto grinned at the infuriated expression on the Uchiha's face.
"Oh, shut up, tomato head." This earned him a glare from the Uzumaki Lord.
Please... stop me... Please... help me... Please...
Yet, a small voice deep within the abyss of Yasaka's mind pleaded for help once more. She didn't want to kill! She didn't want to destroy! She didn't want... this!
Yamamoto was grimly silent now. Ah, she truly was like his Retsu. A woman who was gentle but cursed by a great power that she could not control.
Are you my true heir, Uzumaki Naruto? He wondered as he gazed down at Naruto who listened with sad eyes.
"Oh. How sad." Ino whispered, feeling sorry for Yasaka with the other genin girls agreeing with her.
"...Very well." Naruto replied as he swung his sword downwards, his blade hissing through the air and releasing a mysterious black mist-like substance to the air. Clearing his mind of useless distractions as he prepared for battle, Naruto focused only on the vixen before him. There was only the battle. Everything else was drowned, was muted. "Then, I will simply have to show you my strength... I shall have you witness... my prowess!"
Yamamoto grinned, excited to see his grandson's other reveal his power. On the other hand, Mito rolled her eyes, almost having forgotten how much of a battle maniac her brother was.
Madara shared Yamamoto's sentiments, while Hashirama rolled his eyes at his two rivals and friends.
With that, Naruto lunged, initiating the fight once more, his blade screeching against the air to cut its foe. Unleashing a flurry of blows, Naruto was a whirlwind of death, a maelstrom of devastation.
However, Yasaka retaliated to the onslaught with all nine of her tails, each a fiery blade of its own right, clashing with Naruto's single katana in a contest for supremacy.
Naruto held the advantage of speed, while Yasaka held the advantage of simply having more armaments. They were equal, for now. The outcome of the battle would depend on who made the first mistakes.
Yamamoto's eyes widened.
His fighting style is the same as the Shodaime Uzukage's. Yamamoto though as he marvelled and the speed and strength of Nurarihyon Naruto.
Flames and black mist clashed relentlessly, the battle taking place so swiftly that there was no time to think before the next strike, for the two combatants, there was only instinct and the fight. The rings and clash of blade against tail resounded throughout the air in a rapid fanfare of violence, a staccato of brutality. The youki the duo released in battle eroded the earth and disintegrated the ruined town around them, creating a clearing, a perfect place for them to continue their battle.
Kiba was slack jawed. There was a difference between strength and the power that Naruto was revealing. Kiba knew that anyone that fucked with a man who could create his own battlefield was a damn fool.
As the battle continued, Yasaka's rage grew, pooling together and accumulating like molten lava in a volcano, clouding her eyes with a furious madness.
Growing increasingly frustrated, Yasaka overextended for an instant, launching all nine of her tails in a single strike in her opponent's direction, and in doing so, forsook her defenses entirely.
Naruto's keen eyes caught that brief instant where Yasaka was hideously vulnerable and was quick to act upon it. Dodging Yasaka's strike with a single sidestep, and his sword swept into view, screeching against the air to take advantage of this vulnerability.
From there, Naruto pressed the assault, and Yasaka could do naught but withstand this death by a thousand cuts, withstand slash after slash, cuts after cuts, awaiting the right moment to retaliate.
Yasaka roared in pain in anger, and with a thunderous roar, released a burst of fire, fire capable of scorching and melting any average men's flesh from their bones.
Naruto's eyes widened in a brief surprise before the stream of fire seemed to overcome him.
"Naruto!" Sakura gasped as she looked between the two Naruto's. Her eyes widened further when the older women, even Naruto's mother, did not seem affected.
"Oh, don't give me that look, girlie." Mito said with a grin as she pat her descendant on the back. "Naruto is not so weak to be defeated by such subpar flame."
His mother and Tsunade-sama nodded in satisfied agreement.
For a moment, the battle appeared to have reached its conclusion. At least, that was what Yasaka had thought, before she was disabused of that notion when black mist erupted from the gout of fire, converging to another spot and congealing to reveal the uninjured figure of Naruto.
Hashirama had to almost physically stop himself from rolling his eyes at the smug expression on his wife's face, less she take what makes him a man.
Minato was in a similar boat as he looked towards a laughing Kushina.
"I am fucking awesome, Dattebayo!" Naruto declared, making a sound of pain when Mito, Kushina and Tsunade as one slapped the back of his head.
"Language." They all hissed sternly.
As Naruto pouted, he glared at Sasuke when the duck butt started smugly grinning.
Naruto stood in a lax manner, his azure eyes shining with jubilation and excitement. Those piercing sapphire orbs was filled not with fear or wariness, but with a flame that represented a lust, a thirst, a need for battle.
Black ichor - the equivalent of blood for youkai - boiled furiously beneath his flesh. This was what he lived for! To fight! To battle!
Mito gave her brother a pointed look, while Yamamoto grinned in both reprimand towards his sister and pride towards his grandson's other.
"That's that Uzumaki blood boiling, my boy!" His pride over his grandson's Uzumaki appetite for combat won him over.
This, however, earned him the scorned glares of his sister, daughter and niece.
"Ha! You could have been an Uchiha, boy!" Madara, on the other hand, was of the same mind of his rival as he pat Naruto on the back.
Sasuke glared at his rival for his ancestor's praise of the dobe.
A tempestuous growl erupted from Yasaka's throat, revealing her frustration at her failure in killing her foe, and slight pain as her wounds rapidly closed up, hissing as slight smoke rose from her regenerating form. Snarling, Yasaka's feral mind burned with the need to butcher this man who had the impudence to survive! The impertinence to stand there, mocking her! The insolence to challenge her! She would slay this foe with every ounce of her power!
"That's who she reminds me of!" Yamamoto laughed suddenly. "That girl is the very image of Namikaze Yasaka. Should have known by the name."
"You know my mother, Yamamoto-sama?" Minato asked, looking at the now surprised Uzumaki Head.
"Yasaka the Wild is your mother?" Yamamoto wondered. "Ha! I should have known that crazy woman would bear a son like you."
"I did not know her." Minato said with a flush. "She died in childbirth and I was given to an orphanage is Konoha."
"To think, my daughter would wed old Yasaka's son." Yamamoto, Hashirama and Madara laughed in amusement, remembering the fierce Lady of the Namikaze Clan.
"High speed regeneration? How interesting!"
Yasaka crouched, ready to leap and lunge at a moment's notice.
Naruto moved into a stance, preparing to strike.
On an unspoken signal, the two leapt into battle as one, fiery murderous orbs meeting joyful sapphire spheres.
Kushina gave her husband a deadpan, almost blaming him for their son's calmness in battle that he could only inherit from her icicle of a husband.
On the other hand, Yamamoto, Jiraiya and Madara were cheering loudly.
A slash. An overhead cut. A thrust, a stab, a vertical strike. Body and blade moving in unison as if one being, Naruto's swordplay resembled an elegant dance, graceful and wielded with poise. Fighting with furious strength, Yasaka's frenzied strikes were that of a mad warrior's, savage, fierce, and cruel. The two were locked in a mortal waltz, the music a symphony of clashing steel.
"Yes, that is indeed Namikaze Yasaka." Yamamoto shivered. "Just remembering that wild woman gives me shivers."
Madara and Hashirama nodded firmly, in agreement.
"I know not what you speak of." Mito said sternly. "Lady Yasaka was a woman of elegance and kindness."
"Says the red-haired gorilla." Yamamoto mumbled under his breath, flinching as his sister slapped the back of his head while his grandson laughed uproariously.
"Still, you must have inherited your bearing from your father." Yamamoto said as he looked at Minato who blinked. "Yasaka was never so calm as you, nor so cold in battle. She was fire, wild and all-consuming."
"Did you know my father, Yamamoto-sama?" Minato asked hesitantly, having never heard of his father, or who the man could possibly be.
"Shimada Hanzo." Madara answered instead. "Your mother was never a woman to be tied down, however there was a man she loved." He told the Yondaime Hokage. "In her service, there was a man, he was known as Hanzo." He explained. "The Shimada Clan had been in the service of the Namikaze for centuries, and as the oldest son, it fell to Hanzo to serve the Clan Head." He explained. "Whatever happened, word spread throughout the land that Yasaka had bore Shimada Hanzo's son and Shimada Hanzo left the Namikaze Clan in a self-imposed exile for the murder of his brother, Shimada Genji."
Minato's eyes widened.
"But that is a story for another time." Hashirama said, glaring at Madara for his lack of tact while Madara scoffed.
"Horahorahorahora!" Naruto's blade seemed to move even swifter, even faster, if that was even possible. Suddenly, the match seemed to tip towards the favor of the young lord of chaos. His blade reached the body of the fox youkai through the torrent of tail strikes that sought to decapitate him, carving minor lines of blood before backing out.
"Splendid. How truly magnificent you are, Yasaka!"
Kushina grinned, before her smile faded as she looked at her husband who seemed to not be paying attention as he looked at his two hands, his eyes haunted.
And Kushina did not know what to do.
"Old man, look!" Naruto, of course, did not have this problem a s he tugged on his father's hand. "Look how badass I am!" He beamed, grinning up at his father.
Minato blinked before a small smiled curved at his lips as he nodded and ruffled his son's heir, his mind far from thoughts of his mother and father.
Kushina grinned like the cat who got the cream; Naruto had utterly wrapped his father around his finger.
Mito and Tsunade shared the younger woman's smile.
Roaring with pain, Yasaka jumped back, attempting to back off from the engagement, but like a fox onto its wounded prey, Naruto pressed on, the smell of weakness driving him forth, refusing to let his prey escape his sight. Slowly, but surely, Yasaka was losing ground. It was only a matter of time, until...
Panicking, Yasaka stumbled backwards while attempting to disengage, and in her hurry, failed to see a small piece of rubble behind her, causing her to momentarily lose her balance. It was for a short instant, yet it was a wide enough opening for Naruto to take advantage of.
Blurring into motion within her guard, Naruto swung with a kick, shooting Yasaka across the clearing, where she collided with the ground, tossing earth upwards. Frowning, Naruto looked towards the prone figure of Yasaka with a vague tinge of realization and spoke. "I see now the true nature of your rage. It is a curse. A very malignant one."
"Wait, so it's not just about her power?" Ino wondered. "Has someone put a curse on her to make it so hard to control her abilities?"
"Perhaps." Asuma hummed in thought, wondering if such a curse even existed. To his knowledge, even during his time in the Twelve Guardian Shinobi, he had never heard of or seen such a curse.
Yasaka's eyes widened, her eyes, once scarlet red with rage, turning back to their original amber brown, her unbridled rage receding from her mind at Naruto's words. "Wh-wha-"
"It is a curse towards all of mankind, a curse borne of hatred and abhorrence aimed towards humanity. Its source is probably... Your ancestor, Tamamo no Mae."
"Ah." Hiruzen hummed. "So it is hereditary curse." He said, his gaze finding the Uchiha in the room for a moment. "Tamamo no Mae. Naruto, does the Kyubi know of this fox demon?"
Naruto was silent for a moment as his eyes were closed. After a long moment of silence, his eyes flew open and instead of blue eyes, they were crimson.
"Yes, I do know." He said, frightening the room. "Worry not, the boy has just given me control for a moment." He grinned as Minato. "Your seal prevents any control outside of a few minutes, Yondaime."
Minato glared at the beast.
"Tamamo no Mae." Kyubi hissed darkly. "That wretched woman. Yes, I do know exactly who she is." He said, bringing interest alive in the room. "If I was going to put it in words…she is my wife."
A stunned silence echoed through the room.
"And…the progenitor of the Uzumaki Clan."
"Wait what!? Does that mean we are descended from demons?" Kushina screeched, glaring at the beast.
"Indeed, my former jailer." Kyubi snarled. "My wife betrayed me and fell in love with the Founder of the Uzumaki." He roared. "Uzumaki Arashi! That cursed human! How I enjoyed cutting him to shreds!"
Yamamoto observed the beast silently.
"That is why you Uzumaki have such strong life force, that is why I have slaughtered all Uzumaki in my path." He laughed loudly. "Well, that is all I have time for, I'm afraid."
Just as quickly as Naruto's eyes turned crimson, they reverted back to their normal baby blue.
"Bloody fur ball." Naruto grunted as he rubbed his aching head.
What of it?!" She yelled out defiantly, gritting her teeth as her fangs gnashed against each other. "What will knowing the true nature of these instincts do? It doesn't solve anything! It doesn't absolve my sins! It will not... bring those I killed back to life!"
Madara nodded in agreement, understanding the sentiment. How many times had his uncontrollable rage brought death to innocents? How many nights had he spend sleepless as he begged for forgiveness? He had honestly lost count.
"You are right. Those you killed will never come back. The dead does not belong in the realm of the living. That is a rule of the world... The natural order of life. But let me ask you this, Yasaka. Have you given up on lifting your curse?" Naruto questioned. "If you will allow me... Curses of hatred happen to be my specialty."
"...Impossible!" Yasaka growled out. "Lifting this curse? How long... How many times do you think I have tried? But it is futile! No matter what I do... No matter how many times I try... Even restraining myself, mutilating myself, and killing myself thousands and thousand of times... Eventually, I regenerate, I heal, and this incessant voice that thirst for destruction will overwhelm me, and I will burn everything once again! It is futile, Uzumaki Naruto!"
"She has given up on redemption." Hiruzen realized. "She does not believe there is any way for her to live outside of death."
"Perhaps not." Yamamoto said after a moment. "At first, she did remind you of your mother, but your mother was never so weak." He told Minato who listened intently, interested in any information on his late mother.
Madara nodded in agreement.
"So you have given up, is that it? On yourself, on life?"
"Shut up! I have had enough of your false words!" Yasaka screamed. Amber honey eyes turned scarlet red once again, signalling her descent to madness and rage.
"What a pity. I will show you then... That I mean every word I say."
"Shut up!" Feral, primal, Yasaka roared, releasing a flood of flames that threatened to set the entire clearing ablaze. Fire spewed forth like a river, engulfing everything in a continuous stream. This fiery deluge scorched the earth, burning it into soot, and its heat caused the very air to shimmer. This mastodonic ocean of wrathful flames, like that from a dragon's breath, transformed the battlefield into one of searing heat.
"Very well. It seems that I will have to force you to witness truth." Naruto sighed, holding his blade up to the sky. Black mist swirled around it, forming a miniature cyclone surrounding the blade. Yet - the blade seemed to drink in the black mist, almost as if it was alive. The world trembled at the astronomical amount of youki being emanated to fuel the transformation. The kanji "Kurama" emblazoned within the blade's steel then lit up with a blazing reddish orange. "Behold!"
Madara, Yamamoto and Hashirama exchanged a look at the kanji on the blade. So, it seemed this other Naruto still had a connection with Kyubi, their Kyubi.
Naruto did not fail to notice the kanji, nor did Kurama it seems as the demon roared at the 'insult' in his head.
What emerged from the tempestuous squall was a great cleaver, a massive serrated blade, its edges notched with sawlike teeth. It was obvious the blade was crafted with the intention to shed as much blood as possible, to inflict as much pain as possible. However, what was more outstanding was not the blade, but Naruto himself.
Shrouded in an intense aura of yellow youki, Naruto's eyes, once blue, metamorphose to orange.
The whisker-like marks on his cheeks thickened and widened, and his hair grew longer and spikier, giving him the appearance of a feral beast.
"Is that what Naruto looks like when the Kyubi power is out?" Sakura asked her sensei, a note of fear in her voice as Kakashi merely nodded solemnly.
"Long has it been since I have seen a Kyubi Jinchuriki use his power." Madara grinned at the sight. "It is as exciting as I remember!"
Kushina and Minato merely looked at her silent son, worried.
"He has control over the transformation." Yamamoto realized as he gazed upon the remaining intelligence in his grandson's other's eyes.
Mito nodded in agreement with her younger brother.
With a single swing, Naruto cut the oncoming torrent of flames into two, pushing the flames to the sides as they surged past him. "Rage against the dying of the night!"
Like a yellow flash, Naruto blurred into motion and reappeared before Yasaka, his great sword raised up and arcing through the air to deliver a downward slice.
Yasaka's eyes widened in shock as she brought her tails up, all nine instinctively jabbing through the air to block the blow.
Yasaka felt a jolt of astonishment when it required all nine of her tails to block the blow, but - was he still overpowering her?! Yasaka did not have time to register the absurd amount of strength her foe had in this new form as she jumped back, retreating before she was completely overwhelmed. "The hour of twilight is nigh!"
"No more, Yasaka! No more will I allow you to wallow in this pitiful state!"
Madara practically shook in excitement at the mere idea of fighting this Nurarihyon, of fighting this warrior without peer.
"He looks exactly like you when you move, Minato-kun." Hiruzen smiled at the proud smile on Minato's face. "Like a yellow flash!"
Naruto and Minato both grinned as they bumped fist, while Kushina rolled her eyes at her dork son and husband. Honestly, men bonded over the most foolish of things.
The other women nodded in agreement.
"SILENCE!" The fox youkai screeched, as she cloaked itself in blistering, heat-inducing flames.
Shrouding herself in a throbbing, rippling sphere of pure, concentrated, volatile fire, a gigantic fireball which resembled the sun, Yasaka channeled all her emotions, her rage, her anger, her fury and converted all of it to fuel her flames. What emerged was hellfire, a fiendish inferno of immense heat.
"What do you know of my pain? My fear? My agony?! NOTHING! These cursed flames have brought me nothing but despair! These cursed, destructive flames which can only bring about destruction!"
Her roar echoing around the clearing, Yasaka stormed forwards.
"Her own self pity and hate continues to fuel her flames." Kurenai commented. "If she would take the time to look at herself and admit her mistakes, she would have an easier time in controlling her power."
Anko nodded in agreement, knowing from experience how hate would only continue to cloud a person's judgement.
"I see... the true cause of this is her hatred, her fear of her own flames." Naruto thought to himself, as he gazed at Yasaka's reckless charge. "One final move to end everything then, Yasaka? I will gladly oblige!"
"A warrior afraid of their strength…will only dull their blade." Yamamoto murmured to himself, though Mito heard his words.
"Father's words." She realized, smiling.
"Yes." He smiled bitterly, remembering his late father, betrayed by the Fire Daimyo. It was for this reason that he had never forgiven the Royal Family that ruled over Konoha. He had no hatred for Konoha itself, but the rulers of the Land of Fire were corrupt beyond measure.
The yellow youki Naruto emitted bleeded over and enveloped his blade, snaking through the metal to the tip of the blade, congealing and converging to create a similar, massive, spiraling sphere.
However, four large points started protruding from the sphere, curving out and giving the sphere the appearance of a giant shuriken. The enormous sphere released a loud screech-like noise, creating a high-pitched dissonance somewhat akin to the sound of metal being ground. It was obvious from the amount of youki released that the sphere would spell utter doom for anybody it collided with. It was that destructive a force.
Swinging his blade, Naruto threw the spiraling sphere towards Yasaka, as he uttered the name of his technique. "Rasenshuriken."
Both spheres of fire and wind met in the middle, clashing and attempting to erase each other from existence. Fire tried to burn away wind, while wind tried to extinguish fire. The two spheres expanded as they clashed, creating a clean split between red and white as they released so much excess youki that disintegrated the earth. The collision of the two techniques released a great luminous light that blinded everything.
The roars of Yasaka accompanied the clash as the world melded to white.
"You've mastered the Rasengan?" Minato whispered as he looked at his son who seemed utterly confused. "Amazing." He said in awe.
"Completed it?" Kushina wondered. "Isn't is an A-Rank technique anyway?"
"That is true." Jiraiya said calmly. "However, it is not a complete technique." Earning the confused expression of everyone save Madara, Hashirama, Mito, Tsunade, Izuna and Yamamoto. "Minato's original intention was to combine this powerful technique with the element of the user." He said. "However, it would become so unstable that neither I nor Minato were able to do so."
Jiraiya grinned as he ruffled Naruto's hair.
"It seems only natural that the Yondaime's heir completes his father's work!" He laughed loudly as Naruto flushed.
"It is the duty of the son to finish his father's work." Tobirama agreed, nodding in approval at the young boy. "Well done, Uzumaki boy."
As Naruto turned redder than a tomato, the younger generation began chuckling at their friend's embarrassment.
Once upon a time, in the ancient Japanese capital of Edo, there was a family of four kitsune youkais who lived in the city, hiding amongst the humans in plain sight.
The family lived happily, camouflaging themselves as normal humans, for they knew that if their true nature was disclosed, they would face discrimination and death.
They pretended to be normal, and thus, lived in normality. Their lives, while normal and monotonous, were satisfying and fulfilling. The family comprised of a father, a mother, and their two beautiful daughters.
"Ah. It seems to be a flashback." Minato said calmly. "I believe this will reveal how she became the uncontrollable beast she is today."
"Indeed." Tobirama said.
It seemed that life would have continued to stay this way forever. The elder sister, a beautiful kitsune named Yasaka, would have been satisfied living such an ordinary life forever. For living with her father, her mother and her younger sister peacefully brought her felicity. She desired nothing more. She lived her life normally, ordinarily, and was content.
"Wait a moment." Minato said. "Did my mother have a younger sister? Or this special to this other world?"
"No." Hashirama said. "Yasaka-san did have a younger sister. In fact, your mother was the eldest of seven children. Five brothers. One sister." He said, observing the surprise on the face of Minato and his son. "Unfortunately, her brothers died before their time, and her sister, well she was murdered at the hands of the Kaguya Clan." He said. "It was for this reason that Namikaze Yasaka earned her name the Wild, for she ended the life of every Kaguya male of an age to fight." He explained. "Even today, the shinobi of Kiri remember the famed Wild Flame of the Namikaze Clan."
"I see." Minato said, with a conflicted smile.
But fate is cruel. Sometimes, fate throws a small rock into the river called life, creating minor ripples that changed everything, twisting the future and warping destiny. And the changes brought may not always be positive. Sometimes, the diverged future paved a path of hopelessness, pain and despair. Such a case happened here, in the town of Edo, within the small, close-knit family.
"Wow! Yasaka-nee, you gained nine tails! I can hardly believe it!" The younger sister, a smaller kitsune with four tails swaying in the wind exclaimed. "My own sister is gonna be one of the strongest youkai in all of Japan one day!"
"And this is where, it seems, everyone is going to go wrong." Mito said sadly, knowing great happiness would happen shortly before great tragedy.
This was a fact all shinobi knew.
For a kitsune, gaining a ninth tail was a big deal, as it was the very apex of strength a kitsune can ever achieve. It was a momentous occasion, and the family celebrated quietly, with high hopes for their progeny's future.
But tragedy soon befell the peaceful family on the 2nd of March, 1657.
Everyone closed their eyes is solemn acceptance, knowing something had to go wrong for Yasaka to become the woman she was.
There was a reason why most kitsune, if ever, gained their ninth tail after a few hundred years. It was because it is only then that a kitsune would be able to handle the absurd increase in power the ninth tail granted. The gain in strength each tail gave was exponential - the step up from eight tails to nine tails could hardly be compared to that from seven tails to eight.
Yasaka was too young. Her body, young, fragile as it was, was unable to withstand the pressure of the immense power that came with having nine tails. The following disaster could hardly be called her fault.
Just as waves gradually erodes and laps away at the river bank, just as all metals eventually rusts in the presence of water and oxygen, Yasaka's youki waned away at her reasoning and eventually surged to the surface, like a wild horse given free reign. Permeating every part of the body, her disciplined mind faltered before the great deluge and failed to control and prevent her from acting on a wild, berserk aggression. Unable to hold back and contain the potent youki, it broke out and overwhelmed Yasaka's mind, body and soul, twisting her reason and tinted her world with rage.
What followed was carnage.
What followed was famously known as the Great Fire of Meireki, or the Furisode Fire. An awesome fire that destroyed a major part of ancient Edo, that lasted for three days and estimated to have claimed over one hundred thousand lives. It was one of the greatest calamity and apocalyptic disaster in Japanese history.
"A fire so great that it is remembered throughout history." Hiruzen shook his head, praying for those poor souls. "How unfortunate."
Even Danzo nodded in agreement.
When Yasaka awoke from the crimson haze of blood, she felt a faint tinge of freedom, as if she had let go of some of her inhibitions, as if she had finally released something that had pent up within her. Groggy and drunk from just awakening from her recent trance, Yasaka delighted in the vague sense of freedom, and slowly turned around...
Yasaka could not comprehend the sight before her. For before her, was a small, fragile figure of a girl, the girl's eyes distant and echoing with a dull pain. Blood leaking profusely from her lips, the young girl's chest was pierced with a tail that held her upright. A tail that was undoubtedly Yasaka's. Four smaller, different tails drooped limply to the ground, the furry appendages being connected to the back of the small, young girl at the tailbone.
"Why... Yasaka-nee..." A small whimper crawled out from the pale lips of the young girl.
Kushina gasped, her hand covering her mouth at the sight of Yasaka's little sister on the ground dying. As she gazed upon the sight, she could not help but see her own little sister in this image. Is this what Kaori looked like when Uzu fell? Is this the suffering her sweet little sister experienced?
As she looks at her father, she sees the same emotions in his face. Sees the same fury and hate in his eyes that she feels towards Kumo, Iwa and Kiri.
She sees Uzumaki Yamamoto, the Dragon God of Uzushio.
The rest of the adults are solemn while the younger generation are tearing up at such a cruel fate.
Pillars of fire set the town ablaze, the fierce fire sundering houses and buildings, columns of searing heat trapping its occupants in tombs of scorching, spitting flames, reducing everything into motes of ashes and dust.
The mortals realms learned that day of the destructive potential of fire, a ravenous force which consumes everything and anything. The tidings of death, the harbinger of destruction, the visitation of woe, the herald of ruination. The apostle which held the potential to bring perishment to the world.
And Yasaka learned that day that she was a murderer, a beast which had laid waste to an entire city. And she hated herself forever for it, for the unforgivable sins she had committed.
Some say the world would end in fire. The world learned of the very real possibility of those words that day.
"And so, she became the fearful, pitiful woman she is today." Anko realized, not sure if she would be the same as Yasaka in this position. It was hard because there was nobody to blame or hate, nobody but herself, the woman who burned her own family alive.
Yasaka's eyes flickered open, as a muddling haze surrounded her mind. Bewildered and groggy, she tried to blink away her sleepiness as she gazed at the alien scenery.
...Just a dream. She rarely dreamed about that torturous night, having sealed the memory in the deepest recesses of her mind. But the recent battle had cracked the seal, loosened the lock, and the events of that nightmarish night came forth, surging like a unstoppable wave.
A flicker of a spark caught her attention. She turned her head, and stared at a small campfire, its tongues licking the air. She gazed at the writhing embers, mesmerized. A haunting reminder of that which had taken away her family, a grim remembrance of her sins.
A voice cut through the air, snapping her from her trance. "So, you are awake. That was faster than I expected."
"Honestly, Naruto, you need to have more tact in sit-" Sakura began joking, but stopped suddenly as she gazed upon Naruto who was looking at the screen, his blue eyes as cold as ice and burning as fire.
For the first time in her life, she was terrified of Uzumaki Naruto.
"Your son reminds me much of my father." Yamamoto told his daughter as he observed this interaction.
Yamamoto smiled at his daughter's interested expression, knowing she was always curious about her late grandfather.
"My father, Uzumaki Kenshin, was a calm and happy man." He said. "But when his comrades or innocents suffered, he was the coldest and most frightening man that I had ever met."
Kushina hummed in thought.
She stared into Naruto's eyes, the eyes of the man who had, despite her very best efforts, despite everything she threw at him, despite all her might, emerged triumphant as the stronger being, the fiercer force. And he gazed back, into the bottomless abyss that were Yasaka's eyes.
Yasaka inwardly marveled at the sheer resolve, the complete and absolute will to pave a path true to himself, and the utter determination to see his goals to the end that emanated from Naruto's eyes. It was the eyes of one who would defy common sense if it suited his belief.
Madara grinned, once again utterly impressed by the Uzumaki brat. If only the boy was born during the warring era, Madara would have had a grand time with such an enemy.
Yasaka was the first one to back off from the stare off, submitting herself to the greater power. In a tone so dead, so resigned that it spoke of one who had given up completely on life, Yasaka asked, "Why... didn't you kill me? A murderer like me... have no right to live!"
"Don't you dare be so selfish, Yasaka." Naruto eyes narrowed harshly. "Your wish to die is simply egoism. The people you killed, the towns you have burned. Each and every one of them held a future, you ripped them away with your flames. They would never forgive you, and I am sure they would yell to the skies if they could, that death isn't an apology. So don't you dare die so irresponsibly, just to satisfy your own self, Yasaka!"
Yasaka's eyes widened, the semblance of an unknown emotion, a spark of life beginning to coalesce in her eyes. "Wh-what are you-"
She was cut off abruptly. "Do not be so quick to throw away your life. If, if you really feel remorse for your sin, then no matter how disgraceful or embarrassing it may be, you need to keep struggling to live your life in a way you can truly be proud of. You should live instead, live on the behalf of those who cannot, live your life atoning for your sins, live your life so that one day, one day, you can meet them with your head held high, and apologize to them properly."
"Indeed, Naruto-kun." Hiruzen said proudly. "Death is never the answer. If a person truly seeks redemption, they must work for it with an earnest heart."
"So this is where he recruits her, I guess, and makes her fall in love." Anko said with a lazy smile as Kurenai giggled in amusement. "Damn oblivious playboy."
"Well, he is a hard man not to love." Kurenai added as Anko grinned like she had won the lottery.
"Always with the cheesy speeches, dobe." Sasuke mocked his friend as the two began wrestling, glaring at one another.
Izuna and Hashirama tiredly separated the two volatile youths.
Yasaka simply stared, and after a few dozen seconds of awkward silence, Naruto began to feel uneasy. Finally, Yasaka chuckled, which gradually grew in volume and intensity until it was a full-blown laughter.
When it finally faded, she sighed amusedly, "For a moment, I was wondering what you would say to cheer me up. Are those words supposed to comfort me?"
"If your expecting Naruto to be anything that resembles tactful, then you are speaking to the wrong person." Ino said as Sakura laughed and Hinata giggled.
Naruto pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Naruto merely smiled.
The female kitsune then looked at Naruto speculatively, musing. "He did prove his strength earlier, lending strength to his earlier words..."
Nodding her head and made a decision, be it for better or for worse. Holding hope within her heart, hope that finally, she would not be alone, hope that finally, she would stop bringing destruction, she kneeled down before the Lord of Chaos and Pandemonium, clasping her hands together, and spoke an oath.
"Ah. At last, I have achieved my long-held hope of finding someone worthy to serve, someone who would hold the power necessary to reign me in. A man so unpredictable - a man so uncontrollable that he will overturn everything as we know it. My master, I, Yasaka, Kyuubi no Kitsune, descendant of Tamamo-no-mae, offer everything I am now to you. I will derive no greater pleasure than seeing your will realized."
"And another one bites the dust!" Izuna cheered and clapped, ignoring his brother's disdainful glare filled with disappointment.
Hashirama joined in cheering, as Tobirama slapped his forehead.
Since when was it that his brother and Izuna-baka were such good friends?
Naruto peered at Yasaka blankly for a few seconds, before smirking. "Very well. I shall respond in kind. I, Uzumaki Naruto, Sixth Nurarihyon, hereby accept your pledge. I command you under my name, to become a part of my Hundred Demons, and lead a new life under me!"
"Again, think of the way you speak!" Kushina slapped her son on the head. "Lead a new life under me, are you a pervert!?"
Naruto cowered behind his father who smiled sheepishly as he held his hands up on surrender.
Madara again cackled at Naruto's declaration of conquest, absolutely loving it.
A seal, a small emblem with the kanji for "Nurarihyon" appeared under the kneeling figure of Yasaka, and lit up with a furious orange, encasing her in light. Waves of power resonated through the air, crackling through the air.
And Yasaka eyes never wavered from her future lord through the entire process. For before her was hope. A sword of light in endless darkness, a beacon of light in the stormy seas, here was the answer to her pleas. For the first time in what felt like forever - she felt hope once again. And she thought to herself.
Ahh... So this is the rumored "fear" of the Lord of Pandemonium...
"Indeed it is." Tsuchi clapped his hands and grinned. "Well, that is this world done, at least for now." He declared, ignoring the groaned complaints of the others. "So, would you like to rest, eat, or read another world?"
"I think it's best that we rest for now, right?" Minato asked the room who slowly began agreeing with him.
Before the long, people began to file out and go to the rooms throughout the world that Tsuchi had brought them to.