I gather My Darkness and mould it, forming a large, rough shape, then smooth it into a band of cloth.

"Blindfolds? Really?" Kyuubi asked, voice flat. "Not being able to see won't help us fight or keep us safe from the Sharingan."

I ignore him, manipulating the Darkness quickly, yet carefully. Altering vision with Darkness is an easy thing, with all the experience I've had with illusions. Replicating the method that lets me see Hearts and Souls is easier, considering I do it so often, but filtering that information is a much harder. With my experience, it's not impossible, though, and that's all that matters. Combining it all together takes me a moment, but I've done something similar to this before with Kakashi.

Though, back then, it was an eyepatch, not a blindfold.

I teleport, suspending myself in the air as I watch a battle below. Putting the blindfold over one eye swaps that sight to Hearts and Souls. Good, but not what I wanted. I twist the Darkness more and more, mark it with intent, shape a pattern into it.

In the blindfolded eye, vision shifts back to normal. Every Zetsu lights up red.

Excellent. I work a bit more, and the Edo Tensei Zombies turn bright red, too.

Yes.

It takes me only a moment to replicate it, though I put far more Darkness inside of it in order to make larger, much, much larger, bands of cloth.

"Were you even listening to me?" Kyuubi asked, picking one up. "Blindfolds.. Won't... help?"

"Oi, these are weird."

"They'll tell you exactly which ones are enemies." I said. "Kill the things that glow bright red, leave everything else alone. Can you do that?"

"Oh, I can definitely do that." Shukaku said, malicious glee in his voice. "No mind control, too?"

"Please refrain from hunting down Tobi and Madara." I shook my head. "The Jinchuuriki of all your other siblings are currently engaged with him and the other main Akatsuki members. Throwing around your... imprecise abilities will do more harm than good."

Shukaku scoffs, but doesn't say anything more.

"Great. I'm going to throw you out, have fun."

"Wait." Kyuubi interjects. "Give me to Naruto."

I pause. "Okay? Why?"

"Because I want to be whole again." He says it with such conviction that I almost believe him. Unfortunately for him, I can see his Heart, and I know the main emotion of it isn't the desire to be unified.

"You know I'm not going to disparage you for saying you just want to kill Madara, right?"

"What?!" He shouted. "That has nothing to do with this!" He hurriedly assured in an incredibly shifty tone of voice.

"Mmhmm."

"Oh, fine! I want to kill Madara! Is that so much to ask?!"

"I just said I wasn't going to- You know what, nevermind." I shook my head. "Shukaku, Isobu, Son Gokū, good luck. Try not to get captured or something stupid like that."

I reached in, and promptly shoved Shukaku out. He appeared with a sudden burst of light, completely unprepared for it.

The blindfold I'd made for him was tied haphazardly, but tightly, around his head. It made for an interesting sight, especially because it did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, bloodthirsty, manic grin that spread across his face at the sight of so much red in his vision.

The Zetsu, rightfully, felt fear.

I don't stick around to see the results. I just teleport away and drop both Isobu and Son Gokū off with their own collection of enemies.

Then... Naruto is there. Time warps around me, and only a moment later, so am I.

I take a quick look at the situation.

Nagato is fighting against Killer B and Fu, both of the latter two surrounded by cloaks of Bijuu Chakra. Nagato is giving as good as he's getting, but even he is hard-pressed to fight a pair of Jinchuuriki at the same time.

Konan, meanwhile, is trapped between Yugito and Han, the former surrounded by blue flames and the latter surrounded by swirling steam. It was a bad matchup for her, and a credit to her skills that she hadn't yet taken a major hit, though her arms and hands showed burn marks.

Kisame fought alongside Obito against Onoki and Hiruzen. The old men were showing exactly why they had lived so long in a world where most Ninjas died young, the decades-long experience with each other as enemies creating a frightfully capable combo as allies. That their opponents were not yet dead spoke volumes about their skill and teamwork.

Madara, the last, was engaged by Sasuke and Sakura. The purple of his Rinnegan met with the red of Sasuke's...

Mangekyo? An odd one, too, the Chakra within not... quite matching up with the rest of his internal network, seeming as if he's had another superimposed on his own...

Had he taken Itachi's eyes for himself?

Not a bad choice, considering who he's fighting.

Though I can't imagine he did it with any degree of enthusiasm.

Sakura was going all out, her muscles bulging and her skin a bit red, signature signs of at least three of the Eight Gates being open, though knowing her it was probably closer to five. Despite the rush of Chakra moving through her body, she controlled it tightly, preventing excess damage to her body, the expert ability of a Medical Nin of her caliber showing itself even in a situation like this.

And, last of all was Naruto.

He wasn't engaged in combat, just caught in a meditative pose, Natural Energy gathering within him. I could sense bits and pieces of his Chakra returning to him, clones dispelling one by one. Spreading himself so thin had made him a liability in combat, not an asset, but given enough time he'd be able to join in just fine.

Or, alternatively, I could skip the time requirement and just shove him a Bijuu inside him.

Naruto's eyes snap open, which is a very odd thing to see in slow motion. His head is turning to me, but not faster than I can place my hand on his shoulder.

I can feel the Yang half of the Kyuubi inside of him, the -modified- seal he's placed in, It's woefully incapable of blocking me from pushing a thread of myself in, and it doesn't do anything at all to stop me from simply releasing the Yin half inside of it.

For a moment, those two halves of the same being simply hung there.

Then, they clicked, slotting together like a jigsaw, each one what the other was missing. Soul merged with Soul, Heart with Heart, and the Kyuubi laughed in sheer, exultant joy as he was remade.

But nobody saw that except me and the only other who heard it was Naruto.

Everybody else simply saw an explosion of pure Chakra.