Kurama had been many things in his life: a brother, a monster, a prisoner, a leader, a helper, a fox, and a child. They were all the roles he had played before he was granted freedom by the Creator. He didn't know at the time. He didn't really think that he deserved it. But there was a peace that came over him when he was able to see himself out of the cage and into the land of Spirits.
"Biju," he heard an old man speak to a group of children, "are an endless well of power. They are the foreknowledge of the past, present, and future. Remember this when you seek his guidance for the journey that is ahead."
The children looked at Kurama in awe as they saw him regaling in the comfort of a sycamore tree. His tails swinging in relaxation. Ever since he had been removed from Naruto all he could see was a pathway of trees in a forest. There was peace there, along with quiet, but he missed the rambunctious nature of his host. He missed Naruto. And his siblings. As the youngest and most powerful biju throughout the Elemental Nations he could admit that.
But now he had a new role that he needed to adjust to. A role that would make him all the more rounded—teacher. He was going to be a teacher.
When he received the role from the Creator, he didn't question it. He just nodded and placed the files in the confines of his fur. The children from what he could tell were nameless orphans, but they were filled with life and curiosity. Aspects that made him think of Naruto. There was a spark in their eyes that made him want to smile. And though he didn't want to name them collectively they were deemed—The Lost.
"Welcome young ones," Kurama said, "to the beginning of your journey. Most of you may know me through the stories of Naruto Uzumaki, my previous host; while others may know me through the lore. But just like how I have a beginning and end so do you. My purpose was to help my friend end a war. Now we just need to figure out yours."
The children ooh-ed and ahh-ed causing Kurama to chuckle.
The old man didn't speak. He just watched from a distance with a roll of parchment in his hands. Note taking. That was the task he had been delegated to while Kurama was among them. The children, of course, were in awe of the gigantic fox as he sat under the tree with a small smile.
Often he would find himself contemplating the possibility of returning to Naruto, but he knew that it'd be impossible.
He was needed here. He had a purpose. And though he had been reluctant to accept it, he was happy.
He just hoped that Naruto would be able to find joy in her life without him being a burden. And prayed that the Uchiha would be able to trust himself enough to set the right example of sacrifice for love.