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Chapter 2: Kyuubi Meet Cuter Kyuubi

A flash of light signaled the arrival of a woman at the sight of the enormous chakra that shook the world. She was a tall woman with a waterfall of black hair sweeping down her back, pale skin with a rich pink tint, and eyes that seemed to blaze like the son. Around her form and beautiful body of wide hips and F-cup chest, the woman wore a black yukata with golden embroidery of the sun. Her name was Amaterasu, the Shinto Goddess of the Universe and the Sun, her beauty unrivaled in the heavens of the Moonlit World and one of the only kind gods towards humanity.

She was fortunate to arrive at the source of the chakra that went above her own power, and no doubt such a power attracted everyone in the Moonlit World. It was her utmost duty to drop whatever she was doing to get here as soon as possible before some... unsightly parties took advantage of this. This was the territory of the Shinto Faction, and this immediately became a concern for her faction only. The sun goddess will damn any foreign power usurping her rule. Especially that dirty, two-timing, stinky crow, piece of shit Azazel.

Amaterasu was not prepared for the destruction that lay before the goddess. The chakra in the air was so potent that miles of bamboo forest were corroded into nothingness. It was almost similar to the Power of Destruction of Sirzechs Lucifer. In the center of it all was the remains of a familiar home. The goddess rushed to the remains only to snap her hand to her mouth to stop sobs escaping from her when she saw the dead bodies of the kitsune family.

Tora and Sara. She knew these two well ever since they were children. Amaterasu was responsible for raising them as a responsibility to protect the kitsune clan and had grown to see them as her own children much like Yasaka. The goddess was there for every step in their life, remembering their laughter when they played in bamboo forests, the day she wed them together, and the day they gave birth to their only son. But to see them butchered right there lifeless broke her heart. It wasn't too long until she found the culprit to be a deceased devil.

Wrath filled her broken heart. This was a crime she could not stand. The Devil Civil War may have been over almost a thousand years ago, but that stop this filthy spawn from encroaching on Shinto territory and harassing her people. After this, Amaterasu will make sure no such alliance can happen between them if this is the result of 'cooperation'. Once she brings this up to the new Maou, any alliance was officially over.

A whimper broke her rage-induced trance to find a shivering bundle of crimson-orange fur. Upon closer examination, Amaterasu gasped in relief at the familiar face of the son of the beloved kitsune poking out. Tears flew from her eyes as the goddess rushed to the small kit's side and checked him over. Nothing was injured and the only ailment was the child suffered from chakra exhaustion. It was relieved to see that little Kurama was still alive after all this mess, but it was pained to see him crying in his sleep. He obviously saw the murder before his loss of consciousness.

As Amaterasu was running her hands over the kit's tails, she noticed an oddity as though she felt there were more than four. Glancing to the back, Amaterasu was left speechless at adding five new tails to make nine. It didn't make sense to the goddess as Kurama's parents were both kitsune with only four tails and she had seen his birth herself. Yet, here he was with a myriad of nine crimson-orange tails that felt warm to the touch, much like her precious Yasaka.

Then Amaterasu thought back to the explosion of chakra that she was originally attracted to, and the conclusion left her in stunned silence. As ridiculous as it seemed, Kurama was the source of that very potent chakra. A kitsune with nine tails would normally be ranked as high Ultimate-class, but the levels that were felt around the whole world were a match to the Super Devils themselves. If that was the case, then Kurama had just made himself a bigger target in the Moonlit World.

'You are very special, Kurama.' Thought Amaterasu as she picked up the sleeping Yokai into her arms with the Muramasa blade that was clutched tightly in his hands. 'I just know that you are going to change the world around you. That power of yours speaks for itself, but I won't leave you alone. At the very least, I will give you a new home, and I will raise you as our champion and as my son.'

Amaterasu could see great things for Kurama. There was so much potential in him that it was unfathomable that he will become something greater than herself, and she will make sure Kurama is raised the right way full of love and kindness. Besides, Yasaka could use a new playmate. A giggle escaped the goddess' lips imagining her surrogate daughter's reaction to Kurama's own nine tails.


(Royal Palace)

"Kaa-chan!" Cried a blonde girl running towards Amaterasu.

Said Shinto goddess turned around and a warm smile graced her face as she saw her cute Yasaka. The kitsune girl was four years old wearing royal robes as golden as the sun and golden orange eyes to match Amaterasu's. Her face was set in a perfect heart shape that made it almost impossible to not pinch the Yokai's cheeks. From her head of sun-kissed blonde hair poked out a pair of fox ears and behind her swished nine golden tails.

Amaterasu kneeled down and opened her arms wide for Yasaka to jump into for a hug. The pair of Yokai and goddess giggled as they briefly spun around. This feeling of cherishing children who loved her back made it so much worth it for Amaterasu. It has been the only driving force for the Shinto goddess that has kept her active for these eons.

"Did my little sunshine behave while I was gone?" Amaterasu said as she set the Yokai child down.

Yasaka nodded. "Yes, Kaa-chan! If you're here, does that mean you're finished in the Heavens?"

Amaterasu's smile strained. "That's... difficult to explain. You see, I've brought someone here. Do you remember Tora and Sara?"

"Yeah, they are one of my favorite people, and Sara's really kind to me." Yasaka chirped. "Are they here, Kaa-chan?"

"No, sunshine," Amaterasu admitted with a sad frown. "Something bad has happened. Tora and Sara won't be seen again I'm afraid."

It pained Amaterasu's heart when Yasaka's smile dimmed upon hearing that. "Why not?"

"They're gone," Amaterasu said. "But there is still someone here still with us. He's sleeping for the moment."

"Can I see him?" Yasaka asked.

"Of course," Amaterasu said after a long pause thinking about it. "But please don't disturb him. He really needs his rest. Can you promise me that?"

"Yes, kaa-chan." Yasaka answered.

With a warm smile on her face, Amaterasu held Yasak's little hand and escorted her through the halls of the royal palace. The goddess repressed a sigh knowing that in a few years' time she would have to curb her time with Yasaka to make way for the kitsune's teachings to become the new leader of Kyoto and her personal priestess via her connection to the local leylines. She always hated leaving her children like that, but it was part of the natural cycle of life. That didn't mean Amaterasu was not going to cherish every single moment she could with Yasaka.

They soon came to the medical wing Amaterasu had ordered to be built for the palace for convenience, complete with its own staff of doctors and nurses loyal to Yasaka. Currently, the medical wings served as a small hospital for the servants and officials. The whole side of the grand hall on their left was lined in the shoji that made up the medic wing. Amaterasu found the right pair of doors to go through and simply knocked to get the doctor's attention.

No sooner did she knock did a shadow approach the shoji door to slide it open, revealing it to be a tall Tengu in a white coat. On sight of the Shinto deity, the Tengu went into a low bow. The raven yokai would have stayed that way as long as time if Amaterasu didn't simply wave it off with a strained smile. She knew she was revered and feared among the denizens of the Shinto religion, but there were times Amaterasu wished she was treated normally.

"Hello, doctor." Amaterasu greeted. "How is the kit?"

"I can say the child has a clean build of health." The Tengu informed with a smile. "I am honestly surprised of his recovery. With the exhaustion on his body, I fully expected the kitsune to be here for the week, but his chakra and body healed in mere hours. I've never seen anything like it before. And you said that he supposedly had four tails?"

"Yes." Amaterasu nodded. "But as we both have to consider, Kurama is special. Did you get a measure of his chakra reserves seeing as he is now a nine-tailed kitsune?"

"Erm, uh," The Tengu struggled in making an answer, "Amaterasu-sama, I could only glean so much, but the boy's chakra is completely off the charts and by far the densest I have ever seen in my life. Dare I say, goddess of the sun, his chakra could be stronger than gods themselves."

"It is as I have feared," Amaterasu muttered. "Doctor, you are sworn to never utter a word of what you have discovered today."

The Tengu nodded. "You have my word or else I condemn myself to the Shinigami."

"Then please leave for the day," Amaterasu ordered.

The Tengu gave one last bow and hurried out of the medical wing. In the entire conversation with the bird yokai, Yasaka had hidden behind the goddess' right leg in anxiety. Her friendly nature only went so far that there were still times the kitsune was nervous around strangers. But, right after the Tengu left the golden-eyed kitsune sprang from her hiding place, and so abruptly that Amaterasu didn't properly act to stop from running towards the only occupied bed where laid Kurama in a blank sleep with the demonic sword rested on the wall beside him.

Amaterasu narrowed her eyes at the 'abomination', at least in her eyes, that was Muramasa's last creation in this world. At one point in time, the Shinto Goddess of the Sun looked down on Muramasa with pride in his quest to create a sword to end all wars. She thought of the ancient smith to be one of the only noble humans in the world, but for all of his worth, he was flawed by his naivety. All of his swords that were meant to cut off a natural order of the world were cursed with demonic taint, making any who wielded them no different than rabid animals. Muramasa had realized too late the fault of his weapons and so in his grief gathered every one of his swords he crafted to be melted down and throw himself into the fires. His only apprentice fashioned the resulting metal into a new demonic blade, one so powerful it caused a complication with the Church and Heaven of the demonic energy it contained. The only saving grace was the fact the blade chose its wielder much as Caliburn once did as it still held the ideals of peace Muramasa once held.

So it came as a shock to Amaterasu when she carried Kurama that his right hand was holding the hilt of the demonic blade tightly. The last she heard, the human is known as Ken was Muramasa's new wielder, but he had already been recruited into a devil's peerage. It didn't take long to connect the dots of exactly who attacked Tora and Sara, and in the midst of whatever immense chakra Kurama tapped into the blade had chosen him then. As much as she disliked it, Kurama was officially the new wielder of Japan's most powerful demonic sword.

"Is that him, kaa-chan?" Chirped Yasaka, trying to peek above the edge of the bed given her short height.

"Yes, that is Kurama-kun and the one who will be living with you," Amaterasu answered with a sad smile. "Here, let me help you with that."

Amaterasu gave Yasaka a stool to stand on to see the boy that her mommy brought home. As soon as she saw Kurama's face, her mind blanked out for a moment and her cheeks gained a bit of a rosy tint to them. Kurama was certainly not one to have average looks even among the Yokai race. The baby fat expected of kids gave his face a putty roundness and softness to them like a fluffy marshmallow, but give him a few years to work it out and he would be stunning. His shoulder-length, spiky hair in contrast to Yasaka's sun-kissed blonde locks was a startling shade of crimson-orange akin to a roaring fire with fox ears of matching color on top of his head, and his eyebrows and eyelashes seemed to be thick lines of black. Catching most of Yasaka's attention were six, thick 'scratch' marks, three on each cheek, that resembled whiskers. It honestly gave Kurama a cutesy appeal.

Yasaka suddenly had the urge to scratch the 'whiskers'. As she slowly reached her fingers out to do so, her eyes snapped to focus on certain appendages poking out the other side of the bed. Specifically being nine tails crimson-orange in color waving lazily. Yasaka's eyes widened in shock at such a thing for her whole life she was told that she was the last of the nine-tailed kitsunes. She wasn't alone anymore.

"Kaa-chan, kaa-chan, look!" Exclaimed Yasaka in her excitement. "He has the same tails as I do."

Amaterasu nodded. "I know that, musume. That's why I brought him here."

"Yay!" Yasaka cheered. "Now I have a new friend."

However, a strangled groan cut off the excitement in the air and the two conscious in the room looked back at Kurama. Yasaka's loud cheers had the unfortunate effect of rousing Kurama from his sleep. His face contorted grimly as he was brought back to consciousness. When those orbs of crimson with three tomoe opened before fading to a normal eye opened, it was Kurama, the Kyuubi no Kitsune and firstborn of Hagoromo Otsutsuki. It was Kurama who had just freshly lost his only dear friend and was sorting through memories of a childhood that wasn't his own. To him, it was only a minute in between the experiences of the heavy trauma he unleashed.

Despite such circumstances, Kurama was not expecting when he came back to consciousness to be staring back into the golden eyes of an adorable girl of four years of age with sun-kissed blonde hair looking at him curiously. For a moment, Kurama's thought process was blank as he and the girl stared at each other. The former soon regained his composure and silently studied everything in his view in detail, and he was more or less floored by the other physical appearances of the girl. Mainly being the golden fox ears and nine tails swishing behind her in a hypnotic motion. Never did Kurama realize that he would meet a being that resembled anything close to himself, but such thoughts were cut off when he took note of how different his body was.

His shock came tenfold to find himself in a human's body. Lifting up his hands were not the usual crimson limbs but arms of bare skin, tanned as it was. Yet he could still feel that he had his favored nine tails and fox ears. He could still feel his chakra, but now it felt more internalized like it didn't completely make up his very body. That was true on some level since Kurama's original body was made of chakra. Thank goodness that he still had his tails though.

'I don't think I could live with myself as a complete human.' Thought Kurama.

"It's nice to see you alive, Kurama-kun." Amaterasu said as she approached the Yokai, but frowned at the confusion in his eyes. "Do - Do you not remember me?"

"...No," Kurama answered honestly.

Amaterasu sighed. "I suppose you wouldn't after what you've gone through."

Kurama closed his eyes as he was hit with memories of the Kurama that grew as a child with loving parents. A child that had by all rights died the moment he saw his family murdered, and that trauma awoke him. The only thing left of that Kurama were the scarce memories, but they gave Kurama a true sense of the love of parents.

Which reminded Kurama of the bodies of 'his' parents. They had died to protect them, and some part of him still saw them as his real parents. He needed to go back there to at least give them a proper burial.

"Well, Kurama-kun," Amaterasu said, "you are to now live here with her."

"Hi." Chirped Yasaka, waving her hand. "My name is Yasaka."

'Good grief, this girl gives that pale-eyed stalker a run in cuteness.' Kurama thought.

"Is there anything you need, Kurama-kun?" Amaterasu said. "Anything."

"I need to bury my parents." Answered Kurama, his voice sullen and void. "Where are they?"

"They are still at your home," Amaterasu informed, the light in her sunlit eyes dimming significantly. "I am sorry, Kurama-kun. I had to get to safety before everything else, and I was worried about any unwanted parties involved. Do you... need me to take you there?"

"No, you've done enough," Kurama replied, accidentally putting a heated edge in his tone.

"...I'm so sorry." Muttered Amaterasu, the life in her voice seemingly devoid as she left the medical wing. "Let's go, Yasaka. He... just needs some more time."

"Okay," Yasaka said, a bit downtrodden. "Can I talk to Ku-kun again?"

The Shinto goddess would have giggled at the cute nickname if she weren't so distraught by Kurama's emotional state.

"Of course, you may try," Amaterasu answered, but her tone was delivered flatly than usual.

Kurama did not linger his eyes away from their stare to the sheets. The woman was not wrong that he needed some time to himself. A lot more time to be exact. No one would understand what he had been through. On the same day in mere minutes, Kurama had to watch as the father he looked up to and his only friend fade away from the living right before his eyes and then assaulted with an alien, yet familiar trauma of watching his reincarnation's family die and thus awaken him. His emotions were out of control from the sorrow of Naruto's death came unbidden rage and combined with the trauma of his reincarnation he had no doubt left an explosive impression on the world. All that was left was the Kyuubi no Kitsune of the Tailed Beasts, yet the Kurama of this world was absorbed into him with the child's own memories, especially the memories of his adoring mother and father.

It was the reason to stain the sheets damp as he cried for the third time in his life. An ancient being he may have once been, he was stuck in the body of a child. A child prone to emotions not yet matured in control and one who has lost everything, so tries as he might to keep a straight face Kurama could not stop the tears falling from his face. All the while, doubt crept into his soul. Why? Why did the people around him have to die?

'Kit, what do I do?' Kurama thought, holding his face in his hands to somehow stop crying. 'I'm not like you. I can't be like you because how do I move forward when I have lost everything? How would you do it? Why? Why couldn't it be me?'

'...can you make a promise?'

'...make some precious people for you to cherish and protect them with your life.'

'...see ya in the next life.'

Naruto's last and greatest words echoed in Kurama's head as he curled up with his tails wrapping around him and crying himself to sleep.


(Elsewhere)

Serafall Leviathan, one of the new Maou of the Devil Faction and formerly known as Serafall Sitri, had a cheery demeanor on her face despite the serious situation. Ever since taking up the position as the new Leviathan and becoming the head of foreign affairs, she worked instantly in making positive connections to other supernatural factions. Ever since the Devil Civil War and the establishment of the Evil Piece System, the Biblical Factions have entered into a tense cold war. It was a necessity as Serafall herself proposed to open negotiations to other factions.

That is why earlier she was in talks with the leading head of the Shinto Faction, Amaterasu the Goddess of the Sun and Universe. It was a delicate matter on many parts, especially considering that the goddess was in fact far stronger than Serafall, despite the former Sitri herself besting one of the Maou in battle. She simply wasn't in the same league as Sirzechs and Ajuka, who became the new Lucifer and Beezlebub respectively. The talks themselves were going well until it happened.

A massive surge that Serafall can only describe as the rage of nature itself. Serafall knew that what she felt was chakra, but never did she imagine such large and potent amounts that rivaled Sirzechs. It felt for a moment as though the Crimson Lucifer had released his full demonic form. No sooner did the surge of chakra wash probably over the whole world did a small earthquake hit Kyoto with a mushroom cloud visible in the distance.

Amaterasu, to Serafall's surprise, had put the whole meeting on pause to deal with the issue. It was strange, but Serafall didn't mind. She herself would never make a huge fuss, even with political talks. In fact, it was hard to offend the devil whose dream was to be a Magical Girl. She had patiently waited in the same room for hours with the servants gracious enough to give her a meal for her hunger and to remind the Leviathan that Japan had one of the best foods in the world.

That all ended when the Shinto goddess returned opening the doors with a bang absolutely livid. Serafall froze up at the marching angry goddess from the wrathful power she was unleashing in the whole room, enough to make her skin pale and produce bullets of sweat.

"Um, is there something wrong, Amaterasu-san?" Serafall tried not to whimper.

"What's wrong!?" Bellowed Amaterasu, the temperature in the room heating up suddenly. "What's wrong is that a whole family of kitsune, ones I saw as my own children, have been murdered in their home by you devils!"

The atmosphere of the whole room instantly took a turn for the worse. Serafall felt like her lunch was going to go right through her, and she could feel the angry glares of the Yokai guards drilling into her skull. If looks could kill, the Maou would have been a pile of smoking ash from the sheer hate.

"But it can't have been us!" Panicked Serafall. "We would never try something as horrid as that. We're trying to change our status quo. It must've been the work of a Stray Devil!"

Amaterasu was too far in her outrage, and every word Serafall was spouting was not helping. Her self-control snapped and in one fluid motion gripped the edge of the table in one hand and tossed it into the air crashing into the left wall, her raw strength reducing it to splinters and ash.

"THAT IS NO EXCUSE FOR MY LOVED ONES THAT LIE DEAD BY YOUR KIND'S HANDS!" Roared Amaterasu, a miniature sun blazing behind the Shinto goddess. "RIGHT NOW, THERE'S A CHILD, NO OLDER THAN FOUR, WHO IS COMPLETELY BROKEN AND ALONE BY THE DEATH OF HIS PARENTS! WHATEVER ALLIANCE YOU CONJURE UP I CAN NEVER AGREE TO IF MY PEOPLE, MY CHILDREN, HAVE THEIR HOMES BURNED AND THEIR BODIES LYING DEAD ON MY TERRITORY!"

Serafall rose from her seat in an almost pleading manner. "Please, Amaterasu-sama, you have to-"

"GET OUT!" Screeched Amaterasu. "GET AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN THAT YOU PEOPLE ENDANGER! CRAWL BACK TO WHATEVER HOLE YOU CAME FROM AND TELL YOUR LEADERS IF THEY CAN'T KEEP THEIR PEOPLE IN LINE AND ENDANGER MY CHILDREN, THEN MY BORDERS ARE FOREVER CLOSED TO YOU!"

Out of fear of incurring any more of Amaterasu's wrath, Serafall disappeared in a magic circle whilst looking back with tears growing in her eyes. With the center of her wrath gone, the temperature in the room cooled down to normal levels. Amaterasu was left emotionally exhausted and slumped down into one of the still intact chairs that weren't destroyed with the table. Her right hand covered her face to hold back frustrated tears. One of the Yokai, an Inu by his white dog ears, approached the sun goddess to somehow give some comfort.

"My Lady, are you alright?" Spoke the Inu softly.

"No, I am not." Muttered Amaterasu bitterly. "I want entire borders closed off to outsiders. Have any compounds, including the Nekoshous, sent a guard detail with daily reports. No devil, fallen, or angel is to come into our homes without my express permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Amaterasu-sama," The Inu answered with a salute before sprinting off to deliver the orders to the parties that needed to be informed.

Amaterasu was only given half a minute to her own thoughts before she felt a new presence catching her attention. The once clear, sunny skies were marred by gray clouds brought on by the coming of another god entity. She didn't have to look to frown about who it was that intruded upon her.

"I've never thought I would see the day you become angrier than my storms, sister."

Amaterasu spared a cold glance to the source of the voice, revealing it to be a man that was practically the embodiment of war. He wore a robust Chinese armor consisting of gold brace and pauldrons, and he wore a red vest and white pants decorated in golden embroidery of storm clouds. Sheathed on his back was a nodachi equipped with a silver hilt seemingly shining with scales and a golden tsuba studded with rubies. The man had sharp features very similar to Amaterasu with storm golden eyes and spiky black hair that went down his back.

This man was one of the most notorious in the world, one who lusted for war despite his calculative and cold exterior. Evident by the fact that the very man in question is the creator of the Five Branch Alliance, an organization bent on finding worthy opponents to fight. She knew him very well because, as much as she despised it, he was family. For he is Susanoo, the Shinto God of Storms and War. Where her light of the sun-blessed crops, it would be his raging storms that would flood the lands and tarnish her people's lives. While she was empathetic and kind to the humans, Susanoo lacked most if any emotion. It was an endless cycle that occurred in their earliest memories, which is why their relationship on a whole was hated on one side by Amaterasu.

"Susanoo." Amaterasu seethed. "What are you doing here?"

"You are rather hard to ignore with how much anger you have radiated," Susanoo said, his tone mostly blank with just a hint of mirth.

"What I do here is none of your business considering the fact you don't give a damn about anyone." Amaterasu snapped at her twin brother.

"So unnaturally cold you are, sister." Noted Susanoo with meager interest. "But matters of yourself are beside the point. You are not the real reason I came here."

Amaterasu scoffed. "What could you possibly want here?"

"Do not play dumb with me, sister," Susanoo said, a flash of lightning followed by thunder from outside. "Where is he?"

"I do not know what you are talking about," Amaterasu said.

"The one who I felt give off that massive chakra," Susanoo explained, walking closer to the sun goddess. "The better way to say is wo did not feel that power? No one in our history ever released anything close to the amount of chakra, and I know for a fact it came from someone here."

"What do you plan to do with this certain someone?" Amaterasu said, faking ignorance.

"Isn't it obvious?" Susanoo said. "I plan to fight him to a worthy death."

Yet again, Amaterasu lost control of her wrath. The storm clouds blanketing the sky broke apart as she strengthened her presence and with a flash of her eyes the wall beside Susanoo in a blast of pure sunlight. Susanoo's only reaction to his sister's outburst was the widening of his eyes, which is the most profound reaction anyone could get from him. Then, with speed beyond human and supernatural Amaterasu was in front of her twin brother with her hand clutched around Susanoo's throat.

"You will not touch him!" Amaterasu bellowed. "You will never see him! And I will make sure that any bodily harm upon him I will repay with your body carried through all corners of the world, Makai, and Takamagahara. That is my plan!"

Susanoo could only stare at the eyes of his twin sister of the sun in pure surprise. Never in their eternal rivalry did Amaterasu physically retaliate, much less for any other occasion. A whole minute passed in their staring contest before it was broken by the crack of a smile on Susanoo's face. Amaterasu's surprise at the sight loosened her grip, allowing the storm god to hold the limb on his throat away.

"Where has this side of you been hiding, Amaterasu-nee-san?" Susanoo asked. "It certainly would've kept the many millennia of our existence more interesting.

"Well, have it your way then." Susanoo continued, walking away from her sister as she glared at the storm god. "But do remember this. You may be loved by your people, but I still hold sway here. After all, someone has to find a 'suitable husband' for your Yasaka when she comes of age. For the sake of the kitsune race of course."

The meaning of Susanoo's words was not missed by Amaterasu, but he had already vanished in a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder. Reigning in the hurricane of emotions, she felt a weight on her shoulders. The future as she knew it was going to be full of hardship, and for all her power there was nothing she could do. Not unless a different player entered in the mix of it all.


Chapter done. After this, expect an update for Roses of the Death Goddess and Shining Light, Unbreakable Body, and Indomitable Spirit. I'm free for more or less this month, so I have to time to release some major updates for the stories on hold.

It is to be understood that Kurama does need training, but the fact is he has gained access to new abilities that he has never had before, such as ninjutsu and the Infinite Mangekyou Sharingan gifted by Hagoromo. And for all of his life until this point he only fought with brute strength, so he needs to develop a martial art of some kind. Ninjutsu and martial arts can be supplemented via memory from watching the lives of his previous jinchuriki. The only thing going for him now as a child is that he is far stronger and faster physically than High-class and he can still use his chakra as well as he could as a biju, but the latter he will need to adjust.

Up next is Chapter 3: Reasons to Live

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