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Chapter 5: The Absolute Strongest in the World

Five year has passed, and Kurama has unfortunately hit a roadblock in his training. Four months ago, he had mastered the manipulation of his chakra into the elements and found a way to use genjutsu and youjutsu with his Sharingan. That was good enough for him since Kurama was hesitant in using the same eyes as the clan that wanted to chain him down. The Amaterasu flames were too dangerous to practice and too suspicious with the actual goddess Amaterasu so close to watch. Susano was out of the question, for now at least.

His elemental manipulation proved to be one of Kurama's strong points. As a being formerly made of chakra, he had the highest affinity for all of the five elements used in ninjutsu. Kurama took this a step further and experimented in combining them into the kekkei genkei the ningen in the Elemental Nations coveted so much. So far, Kurama had a mastered grasp on Scorch Release, which proved equal to the Fox Fire that Amaterasu was trying to train Yasaka to use, and Ice Release. The former was Kurama's favorite finding a likeness to instantly burn his targets, and he was still trying to grasp on other elemental combinations.

What Kurama wanted to continue was senjutsu. He knew that mastering the art of taking in nature chakra like Naruto would unlock a whole plethora of abilities to help him. It was how Naruto had taken a quarter of his chakra when the pair fought for dominance in his mindscape. The art was too useful to pass up, and if not passed will block most of Kurama's much needed abilities.

He wanted to have his fox form back, goddammit!

The very real problem was not that Kurama was a novice for senjutsu. Born as a Yokai and before that a literal mass of chakra, the use of senjutsu was in his very being. The ticker is that the natural energy of Earth was dramatically different than that in the Elemental Nations other then the fact one can still move while accessing senjutsu. Natural energy in this world held a corrupting malice that threatened to lose his mind to his old primal rage. He didn't want to go back to that, but if he couldn't access senjutsu it will be impossible for him to access whatever was beyond his own current abilities. Kurama could feel there was something just on the other side of this threshold of his eyes. Something new yet familiar to his being, and it felt like his father and Naruto when he tried to 'nudge' for that reaction in his body.

Plus, failing at mastering senjutsu in this world would be failing to freeing himself from his own wrath. The problem with the malice of the world was that it coaxed his own to come to the surface. He had to face that dark rage himself, and this time he didn't have Naruto to pull him out. By conquering his own deep-rooted hate, Kurama knew he would have lived up to his late friend, but if not he had failed Naruto the worst way possible. Kurama was better than letting something as hatred rule him anymore.

"Ku-kun, lunch is ready." Called a voice that made a melody pale in comparison.

Kurama's fox ears perked up to the voice of his first and closest childhood friend Yasaka and the mention of food. He stood up from his meditation stance under the cherry blossom tree. This was one of his favorite spots for Kurama to isolate himself to focus on his senjutsu training, and there was an almost divine tranquility in the garden of the blossoms that kept him mostly at peace. In turn, it helped keep down his own malice from being affected by that of the world.

Not standing up, he had now a more discernible height difference for a kid at the age of twelve standing at 5'2" just on the cusp his teenage years. Under his kimono were defined muscles beyond what a regular kid his age should have thanks to his constant workout to get his body into gear to properly use his chakra. His figure was lean, but solid as rock if one were to touch him, and his face appeared more angular. The pair of crimson fox ears had gained a dark tint to them from his previous life and his whisker marks became more darker.

His red eyes looked ahead and he smiled at the golden beauty waiting for him with two bowls of noodles, waiting for Kurama to join her. Pretty didn't do enough justice of how marvelous Yasaka continued to become as the years went by. Yasaka had decided to wear her hair free of the bun to let its golden splendor wash down her hair. She was of average height for a ten year old kitsune Yokai, yet her more sexual traits were showing. Its shocking really how she was already at a large C-cup in bust size at her age, indicated by the peek in her kimono at the top of her cleavage, and a mortal man will bleed to death imagining what she will be like in her prime years. She allowed her tails to wave freely behind her in a free dance much like Kurama's tails, and small golden fox ears twitched happily on the top of her head. By Kami, one of her best traits had to be Yasaka's smile that showed such sweetness yet holding a more alluring feel to them.

Something in his chest was pounding as Kurama approached his best friend for her delicious cooking, but frankly he didn't care. Being free from his state as a biju allowed to feel how he genuinely enjoyed Yasaka's company by every second. His blood warmed wonderfully when his crimson eyes met Yasaka's golden orbs as he took his seat right in front of her with their meal sat between them. A light pink blush glowed on Yasaka's face as she continued to stare at Kurama, getting brighter when her eyes trailed to his right shoulder.

The place where she marked him out of the blue as her potential mate!

She should count her lucky stars that Kurama had no idea the significance of her sudden hickey five years ago, but it had been nagging at her mind every time of the day. When she would try to sleep, Yasaka felt there was something missing that made the nights awfully lonely. But if she did sleep... Yasaka tried to have her face burn bright at the blissful dreams with herself and Kurama sleeping together either under the cherry blossoms in the day or under the full starry night. Once, Yasaka had found herself sleepwalking to the other side of the palace where Kurama's room was.

It never did help that Kurama was becoming such a... dashing hunk of a kitsune Yokai. His constant training kept his body in incredible shape with his developing muscles hidden under his kimono. She once saw Kurama out in the open fields practicing katas with Muramasa in nothing but white hakama pants, giving her a show of his whole upper body that made Yasaka drool. That day followed with very... 'suggestive' dreams in the night and leaving her unbearably hot. Still, it almost made Yasaka purr imagining what they will be like in the future if he keeps on his training.

"Itdakimasu!" The kitsune pair called out before they dived into their meal.

Kurama never lost the blissful sensation of tasting food, and Yasaka was by far the best in her culinary skills. He didn't care if he would get fat as long as it was worth it to taste Yasaka's cooking. Still, Kurama kept himself in a mannered pace taught to him by Amaterasu, and only agreed to the etiquette to not be as much of a slob as Naruto.

"So," Yasaka said suddenly, trying to stir up conversation, "have you heard that Matatabi has been named clan heiress of the nekoshous?"

Kurama snorted. "They are making a huge mistake putting the horny kitty as their clan leader."

"But you cannot deny that Matatabi has proved herself in her strength and power." Yasaka countered, but inwardly was doing a victory jig that she and Kurama were on a similar page about the feline hussy that tried to steal her 'Ku-kun', even if the nekoshou was just teasing.

For five years, Matatabi and Shukaku kept in contact and occasionally visited Kurama. At first it was awkward small talk with a brawl with Shukaku trying to prove the number of tails didn't matter. Imagine Kurama's surprise finding the gap in their chakra not so far from their previous lives with his little brother having far more chakra than he did in the last life, and fought much like his former host Gaara. They at least had the sense to restrain from using their very destructive techniques. He did win in every brawl, but Amaterasu complained about the horrendous amount of sand in the palace and Yasaka had a wonderful time brushing the sand out of Kurama's tails. Son Goku visited rarely due to his home in the mountains in Asia where Sun Wukong had chosen to train him.

It could not remain a secret when it pertained to the immense chakra of Kurama, Matatabi, Shukaku, and even Son Goku that far surpassed anyone in history. They lit up like beacons in a horde of chakra-sensitive moths. Some in the Yokai community were calling them the Shin Yokai, the Shinto version of the Super Devils of the Underworld. Kurama idly chuckled at the thought thinking they were underestimating him and his siblings, but he had yet to meet one of these 'Super Devils' to make a comparison. If one were to exist and so happened to threaten Yasaka like the devils many years ago, he will just introduce them to a Rasenrozu.

Matatabi had made herself a very surprising position among the Shinto pantheon besides being the heiress to the Hell-cats. For the first time in over a thousand years, there was a new priestess of the God of Death, Shinigami, just as Yasaka was to be Amaterasu's priestess to manage the ley lines below Kyoto. Normally, Kurama would be worried for any type of association to a death god, but it was pleasant thing to learn the actual Shinto death god wasn't that bad of a guy. Just very closed off. Who knows? Maybe Matatabi can do the death god some good in his gloomy eternity.

Kurama's ears twitched as his senses picked up the divinity that he identified to Amaterasu watching from the sidelines. The years here at the palace allowed to get a good opinion of the sun goddess, and he can safely say she was one of the better gods. If Kaguya was pale cold moon, Amaterasu was the complete opposite with a personality and warmth as great as the sun. The Yokai followed her not out of fear, but respect to Amaterasu who lived up to be the surrogate mother to all. That did not mean that Amaterasu wasn't as full of wrath as a god can be when her people are threatened. She a lot of sway in her threats against the factions being one of the most powerful in the world, but Kurama knew better that it wouldn't last long till someone stronger and less kind came here.

There was another however beside Amaterasu that was worrying Kurama. It had just entered his sensory range without plausible warning. A strange violent taint was somehow mixed with this divine signature, but it was more potent than the darkness in a devil. What worried Kurama was that the divine being was suppressing itself, but the second it came to Kurama's senses when it first arrived... the former biju was honestly scared at the level of power. He felt was going to drown in mud. The only silver lining is that Kurama didn't sense any ill intent, but the fact he could sense barely anything at all wasn't calming him down.

"Something wrong, Ku-kun?" Yasaka asked, snapping Kurama out of his daze.

Kurama forced a smile for Yasaka. "Nothing. Just wondering how you can make your wonderful cooking better by the year."

His words worked like a charm as Yasaka's glowed with a smile as well as the scarlet coloring on her cheeks.

Amaterasu, Shinto Goddess of the Sun and leader of the Shinto pantheon, was watching all of this with a contented smile on her face. It made her eternity all the more worth it seeing the people she ruled smile in happiness and enjoying life. She could not fathom how other gods in the world could be so selfish with the mortals. A good example would be Zeus and the multiple occasions he could not keep it in his pants towards his female worshipers. She could only count gods on one hand that were remotely caring toward the mortals, and even her own pantheon lacked the sort.

"Hello, Amaterasu." Spoke the most deep, and in Amaterasu's opinion powerfully husky, voice of man from behind her.

She did not make an 'Eep!'. No, she certainly did not jump on the spot and nearly trip back trying to turn around to face her surprise. That was the floor's fault by the honesty of the sun goddess.

Amaterasu was more than capable of picking herself back to her feet before falling to the floor, but strong hands held her up instead. A few seconds of Amaterasu blinking in confusion did the goddess realize she was laying on a pair of comfortably strong hands cushioning her back. She instantly stood up to her feet to regain some dignity to her apparent savior. All that degraded into a mess of jumbled words and thoughts when she saw the man towering over her.

No, calling him a 'man' was not a good way describe him. He was in perfect a sense a god in his looks and divine signature. Rusty red eyes looked down on her from a height of 6'10" with a mane of white hair reaching his neck. There was nothing to cover his upper body, leaving Amaterasu to stare at the body most bodybuilders would worship to have with pecks and abs looking as if carved from steel and biceps almost as big as her head. All of it was lined in these black tattoos that outlined every rippling muscle, making Amaterasu dry at the sight. His lower body was thankfully covered in black hakama with flame red patterns. The most surprising feature of the god were his forearms where instead of skin had a chromium look to them.

She knew this god perfectly well. His face appeared in her dreams, and it only got worse when she knew him. He was by far one of the most benevolent gods to the humans in the whole world besides herself. It was to the point this god was willing to fight against any supernatural entity for the sake of humanity, and he could probably well do it with how powerful this god actually was in the supernatural world. Some of him say that the god was in fact Beast-class, able to take on the likes of Trihexa and the Evils of Humanity spawned by the malice of the world.

It was those traits of courage, selflessness, and strength that mad up the one known as Asura, the Hindu Demon God of Wrath and Justice and the strongest of the Top Ten. When she meant him being the strongest in the world, Amaterasu meant that he was so strong that the gap between himself and the Hindu God of Destruction was immense.

"A-A-A-As-s-s-s-s-su-su-su-r-r-ra-a-aaa." Amaterasu stuttered with a crimson flush growing on her pale cheeks whilst quivering on the spot.

It was also worth mentioning that Amaterasu had possibly the biggest crush on the Hindu God. His kindness for mortals over his fellow gods led her to that constant fast thrum in her golden heart from a strong admiration. For all his incredible power and infamous wrath to obliterate a continent, Asura was enormously so kind. Just not so to other gods considering his history of being banished from the heavens to Naraka, the Hindu version of hell. Amaterasu was a very rare exception.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!' Her thoughts were a lot less calm in comparison to her already nervous outward appearance to her literal godly crush.

"Wh-Wh-Wha - How h-have y-you b-b-been?" Amaterasu squeaked, silently cursing herself for being a stuttering mess in front of Asura.

"I heard how tensions between you and the Biblical Factions are... and how worse they are getting." Asura said, his demeanor all seriousness. "I figured you could use a friendly face."

A small voice in a dark corner of Amaterasu's head was hollering to make it a more than 'friendly' with a few lewd comments on running her hands across that chiseled torso of perfect muscle. She instantly squashed down the distraction, happy with Asura's concern for her and the Shinto faction.

"Th-Thank you, Asura... kun." Amaterasu replied meekly but with no less warmth than usual. "That means a lot to me."

"I feel is only to get worse from here, Amaterasu." Asura said, standing at her side with his arms crossed. "This cold war is attracting a lot of unwanted attention from other factions, including the Norse and Greek. They haven't done anything to warrant caution, but the same can be said for vultures."

Amaterasu smiled at the hidden insult towards the two pantheons in the west while also holding in a sneer of disgust. She wasn't sure about the Norse factions, but she'd bet her domain that the Greeks would possibly swoop in for political support. It wasn't lost on her for what that perverted mess that call themselves gods would want, and she'd sooner crash down a miniature sun than let them have her children. The Yokai were not some sort of perverse playthings!

"I won't let them." Amaterasu growled lowly, even if it meant fighting against her the whole world to protect what she loved.

"I know you won't." Asura consoled with a noticeable ease in his voice. "But if the worse does come, know that you have all of my help. You deserve it."

'Iyyaaa, he's so kind and sweet!' A fangirl voice in Amaterasu's head hollered in joy before it was ruthlessly pushed down, but it was too late to bring another shade of red to Amaterasu's face.

"What's with your face all of a sudden?" Asura wondered, noticing how strangely red Amaterasu's cheeks were.

"I-I-It's nothing." Amaterasu stuttered.

Asura sighed. "Jeez, you've always are an awkward woman."

The comment on her being 'awkward' was an instant change on the sun goddess. Whatever color collected in her cheeks was flushed away to leave a deathly pale visage. She felt a rock had landed on the top of her head in that moment.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Amaterasu punished herself, knocking her knuckles on the side of her head.

She only stopped when she remembered that Asura was standing right there witnessing the sun goddess making herself out to be a fool. In a blur of motion, Amaterasu faced the Hindu justice god as the proper leader of the Shinto pantheon. The only reaction gained from the towering, muscled god was a confused raised brow.

'Woman are always so confusing.' Thought Asura, his eyes trailing over the lovely gardens of the palace.

The royal palace of Kyoto was honestly one of the best parts of the world in his opinion. His home while nice and at peace still lingered with memories of his unjust banishment from the heavens of the Hindu pantheon. Betrayal beget rage and thus he had ascended the infinite pillars of Nirvana, a feat no being in existence had any right to possibly do, and came back to the world of the living as a changed man. He had his revenge on the traitors of the pantheon, who were about to wage a conquest of the world with an iron fist. And so it worked for Asura's wrath and the safety of the mortals to kill every one of the betrayers with his own hands. Eventually, the Hindu gods of the Buddhist era such as Indra, Surya, and Shiva took up the mantle of the pantheon, with the latter taking his previous place as the Hindu God of Destruction and the getting second place in the Top Ten. That had been over ten thousand years ago before the reign of the Sumerian pantheon and the rise of the strength in humanity.

Ever since then, Asura had a very clear distaste for his other godly kind. He found them as the same selfish bastards that harass those that can't fend for themselves. Amaterasu was a very rare exception to that vision. The gardens of the palace mirrored her motherly devotions to the mortals with how neatly tended the flora were under her care. Just from that Amaterasu had Asura's greatest respect and soon friendship. But he can never figure out why she acted so weird around him.

His eyes found the only other two occupants sitting under the porch over a meal. He instantly identified them as kitsune Yokai, but it surprised them that both had a full array of nine tails. The female of the pair had fur that was sun-kissed and holding a radiance not unlike that of the sun. Asura remembered how Amaterasu talked very affectionately of her adopted daughter Yasaka and her next priestess to manage Kyoto's leylines.

But it was the crimson male kitsune that garnered all of Asura's attention as apparent in the narrowing of his rusty red eyes. The crimson color of the tails and hair gave off a more oppressive aura. His senses as a god gleamed him the absolute monstrous reserves that no Yokai in history before came close to. Give him a few years and the kitsune may, no, will become one of the Top Ten strongest in the world. However, Asura sensed something more than the power emanating from the kitsune. He peered into the depths of the Yokai's soul, and a frown marred his face at what lay before him.

Under all that power deep in the heart and soul was beastly rage he knew all too well and a malice more potent than the world itself. He knew that rage all too well being its puppet long ago. It would not be wise to leave the boy unattended.

"Amaterasu," Asura spoke with all seriousness, pointing to the kitsune pair, "who is that boy?"

Amaterasu answered. "That is Kurama. I have let him live here in the palace since he was four. He's a very... troubled one. I suppose you're asking because of his massive chakra?"

"Perhaps." Asura replied. "There is a lot of hate in the boy. Much more than there should be for one his age."

A sad smile appeared on Amaterasu's face. "That would be the case. He had to watch his family killed in front of him. By devils no less."

There was intense venom in Amaterasu's tone at the mention of devils, but Asura knew better than that. The sort of rage he can see in the kitsune was beyond the hatred of a race. This was a vindictive sort, but he could not unfortunately rule out the source. He had to give credit to the kid at how well he was reigning it in, and they were noticeable flickers of more positive emotions directed to Yasaka.

"Hmm." Asura mused, glancing back to Amaterasu. "Is he trained?"

Amaterasu nodded. "I consider him a prodigy. The things he can do with chakra are nothing I have ever seen."

"Interesting." Asura said. "One last question. In what direction are your private fields?"

Amaterasu blinked in confusion at the odd question. "Uhm, they are directly north and go one for about ten kilometers. What are you going to do?"

"Making my introductions." Asura answered vaguely, already making his way to the kitsune pair.

Kurama heard the approaching footsteps of the visitor, but made no move to acknowledge his presence and instead ready to move at any given moment. Yasaka's ears perked up to the heavy approach and her features showed recognition at the towering figure. Quickly cleaning her mouth of any stray morsels of the cooked meal, Yasaka stood up from her spot and made a deep bow before Asura.

"Ohaiyo, Asura-sama." Greeted Yasaka in a trained proper manner, a stark contrast to the bubbly way she greeted Amaterasu.

Evidently, the one who was now towering over Kurama was someone that carried a large amount of respect or fame for Yasaka to act like this. Kurama chose to face the newcomer, but it was in that moment Asura did not dine to hide his divine presence anymore. As soon as crimson red met rusty red, Kurama did not have the strength to sit up. In that moment with what he now knew to be a god standing before him, Kurama felt terror.

His heart was hammering in his chest, but in the rare moments with Yasaka. This was a reaction from one who was so close to death in the hopelessness of it all. His acute sensory skills were flooded with the... the... No, there was no way to describe how massive the sheer volume and amount of energies that Kurama was exposed to. He felt his breathing becoming harder the more he stared into that endless abyss of power. It was power that not only exceeded his own, but also Hagoromo and Juubi. By Kami, this entity made Kaguya a literal bitch in comparison!

'What - WHAT THE FUCK IS HE!?' Kurama screamed in his head.

"It has been a while, Yasaka." Asura greeted, but his eyes were solely on Kurama. "So who might this be?"

Yasaka's voice served to break Kurama's petrified state and he rose to his feet. Yet Kurama was only in the body of taller than average twelve year old and had to look up to meet Asura's face. The Hindu god did not break face at the Yokai and neither did Kurama with the exception of a few beads of cold sweat.

"I hear you are a pretty tough kid, Kurama." Asura said. "Is any of that praise true?"

Kurama's ego and pride would have gladly boasted he was capable of destroying mountains with ease with his chakra, but he had this sense to not piss this god off. This was not someone who would take such boasts well, and it would be better if Kurama was thought to be underestimated. It was the most logical choice to make out of this intact since his instincts screamed not to mess with Asura. Unfortunately, Yasaka wasn't going to lose the chance to praise her Ku-kun.

"Ku-kun's the strongest!" Praised Yasaka. "He can everything blow up with his chakra and can move so fast! So don't underestimate Ku-kun because he will be the greatest in the world!"

A chuckle left Asura's lips followed by an amused smile. "Is that so? Then you don't mind if I see this power for myself."

Asura was already too interested in this kid, both in his impressive power and the rage within him. Something like this simply could not be ignored. He idly thought of training the boy himself to master his own rage, but Asura still wasn't so sure. So Asura was going to do what he does best to come to the rightful conclusion as he has done for mostly everything in his eternal life.

(AN: Press B)

BAM!

He was just going to punch it and see what happens.

The golden eyes of both Amaterasu and Yasaka bugged out and their jaws became unhinged as they watched Asura uppercut Kurama so hard the kitsune Yokai was rocketing off into the far distance. Amaterasu was in disbelief of the act despite knowing Asura's antics and Kurama's own impressive durability. Yasaka was more in shock and incredible fear for Kurama's health for he was just punched by the god.

"Don't worry, Amaterasu." Asura assured, glancing back at the sun goddess. "I won't hurt the kid too much. Just needed to get to some extra free space."

Asura threw another god-level punch, this time impacting the ground while simultaneously lifting his feet into the air. The resulting force of the blow rocketed Asura into the air in the same direction he punched Kurama. The absurdity of the feat made Yasaka completely blank for a few seconds before coming to the crux of the situation. Kurama was being fought by a god and was possibly in great danger.

"Ku-kun!" Exclaimed Yasaka, making a beeline for the direction Kurama was punched out.

Amaterasu had a strained expression on her face and could only hope that Asura wasn't going to blow this out of proportion. It would look good on her part if people wondered why Asura was unleashing his power on Shinto territory on a kitsune boy no less. No, this was going on some certain extremes, but she couldn't stop it even if she tried. She could only trust in Asura's words to injure Kurama too much.


(With Kurama)

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT! THAT MOTHERFUCKER! PIECE OF SHIT!"

Those were some of the 'colorful' words that a twelve year old should not be saying as Kurama found himself endlessly skipping over grass and dirt like a pebble thrown over the surface of a lake. His humiliation finally ended when he crashed through several trees that stopped his velocity enough to allow Kurama to use his nine tails and giant hands made of his dark crimson chakra to anchor him down.

That still left Kurama in the worst spot he had ever been in. In just one blow he was sent off for several kilometers and already reduced to all fours with his breathing labored. His chin being the impact of the blow was rocked with pain still, even after Kurama's healing factor repaired the fractured jaw. A line of blood went down both corners of his lips and there was a black bruise where that godly power of a punch landed him.

A crash not so unlike to a crack of a cannon went down right in front of him, kicking up dirt. A medium-sized crater of blown dirt lay before him, and out of the dust cloud walked out the same god that punched him all the way here. His expression was unchanged, as if this was a mere stroll through the park.

"At least you're conscious." Asura noted, leaving his arms at his sides. "Show me what you got, Kurama."

Kurama growled, not willing to back down even against this god. "I am going to make you pay ten fold for that."

The reincarnated biju launched off his feet with an audible boom rippling behind him in an air circle. To a devil, Kurama was far faster than any Knight in a peerage could possibly be from how his form turned into red streak in the distance between himself and Asura. In less than a millisecond, he was upon Asura with an opening forward left punch, but Asura had no expression of surprise.

At the last second, Kurama fainted the blow and sidestepped to the right to instead deliver a right hook to the side. That was when Asura moved even faster than Kurama first thought. His stance that was once relaxed instantly transformed into that of a master fighter as Asura bent his knees into a steady posture and his chromium left forearm blocked Kurama's blow. The strength in it was enhanced with his potent chakra and the released force cratered the ground at their feet. But while the earth gave way, Asura did not even move and Kurama himself felt that his knuckles were dealt more damage than he dished out.

"Try again." Asura said, swiping away Kurama's arm. "Use more fury!"

Kurama's eyes bugged out at the speed Asura moved sending a punch so strong it made the full strength of Tsunadae a twig in comparison. So fast was the blow that he was already sent flying before he even registered the unbelievable pain in his stomach that had forced air from his lungs. He had crashed into a hill that he went through for a few meters before Kurama got his bearings.

'I really can't hold back here.' Kurama thought. 'This asshole wants fury!? I've give him the fury of the strongest biju! Even if I have to use these damn eyes.'

The hill of earth exploded in a mess of dirt as Kurama summoned as much chakra as his current body could take. He reappeared before Asura surrounded in a crimson sheen. His features became more feral as his crimson mane of hair spiked, his teeth sharpened into fangs, and his whisker marks became more feral. The nine tails stretched outward into an openly threatening manner, brimming with enough raw power to tear apart steel with a single swing. Finally, his slit crimson eyes shifted to a eerily glowing pupil of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

"That's more like it." Asura called out, wisps of a strange red-orange energy glowing from his tattoos as he stomped his foot into the ground. "Now bring it!"


If there was a teacher who could best train Kurama, I thought it was none other than Asura from Asura's Wrath (AN: God if your are listening, please make a remaster of Asura's Wrath for the ps5), the most powerful of the Top Ten greater than the Biblical God. Naruto was the one to have helped bring Kurama out of his long hatred, but he can't exactly face it himself. That is his problem with mastering senjutsu in this new world because the malice of the world reignited his own hatred that had grown over the thousands of years of shinobi perverting his father's dream. Once he can use senjutsu, it will actually allow Kurama to unlock the Sharin-Rinnegan combining both aspects that made the legend and power that was the Sage of Six Paths.

Asura can help him with this considering his own past of his hatred and then train Kurama to master it. This of course will mean that Kurama will have to leave Kyoto in order to not bring harm to Yasaka if he ever goes into a berserk state because an angry Kurama, though underpowered for now, is still a walking disaster.

Here are some stats of Kurama currently in the story:

Elemental Releases: Fire, Wind, Scorch, Water, Lightning, Ice,

Jutsu: Shadow Clone. Rasengan. Tsukiyomi. Amaterasu. (Partial) Susanoo. Chakra constructs. Rasenshuriken.

Unique Jutsu:

-Scorch Release: Rasenrozu - A variant of the Rasengan that uses shape manipulation with the unique elemental addition of the Scorch element from the combination of both wind and fire. Currently Kurama's most devastating technique without using Bijudama.

-Fire Release: Raseninferuno - A variant of the Rasengan that uses the perfect mix of the Fire Release to unleash a devastating fire attack that can leave rock scorched black.

-Fire Relase: Fox Fire - Kurama's own take on the Fox Fire technique taught to the kitsune that releases a constant stream of purple fire.

Notable skills/feats:

-Superhuman strength, durability, endurance, speed, and reflexes (enhanced with the Sharingan.)

-Healing factor.

-Impressive self-teaching of the Muramasa blade via memories from his second host, Kushina.

-Instinctual chakra control due to Kurama's earlier life as a being made of chakra, but is limited to how much his new body can take in amount.

Up next is Chapter 6: To Master Rage.

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