Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

There was a burning smell in the air.

"This..."

Mei Terumi was completely dumbfounded.

She hadn't expected that the water from her own jutsu would be used to conduct such a devastating Lightning Release.

It was potent enough to literally scorch flesh on contact.

Why was this guy's Lightning Release so absurdly powerful?

First, it was tailed beast-level chakra. Then, he manipulated sand like a master of Magnet Release. Now, his Lightning Release could electrify a battlefield through water like a trap from hell.

...

Kurama was unpredictable. Dangerous. Overwhelming.

The Mist-nin around her had no idea what they should try next.

"Damn it, you bastard!"

Mei was fuming, but she didn't even know what to say anymore. Rage was all she could muster.

Kurama grinned, playing innocent.

"What does this have to do with me? I've been getting attacked nonstop. I didn't even lift a finger until now. You're the one who came at me."

Mei: "You..."

She wanted to refute it. But she couldn't. It was true. He had simply stood there, letting their own attacks become their undoing.

"Coward! Fight me directly and leave the others out of this."

"You attacked me. Don't go crying about casualties now. No one's innocent if they're flinging jutsu first."

Mei looked at the wounded Mist-nin around her and bit her lip.

She had no way of knowing her Water Release would backfire like this.

But none of this would've happened if not for the man in front of her.

Kurama. A rogue Konoha shinobi with the powers of multiple bloodlines.

"Hey gorgeous, how about we stop this now? You summon the Six-Tails Jinchūriki, and I'll whisk you away. Sounds romantic, doesn't it? One little surrender and it's all over."

"Keep dreaming."

No way in hell were they going to hand over the Six-Tails Jinchūriki, Utakata, to a Konoha rogue.

During the Third Great Ninja War, the Hidden Mist and Hidden Leaf were mortal enemies. Even now, trust was non-existent.

And now, a single Konoha rogue shinobi broke through their defenses, soloed his way deep into Mist territory, and demanded they hand over one of their own Jinchūriki?

Absurd.

If they actually gave up Utakata, the Hidden Mist would become a laughing stock among the Five Great Nations.

It was already humiliating that someone had infiltrated the village this easily.

If the Jinchūriki was taken on top of that?

The entire ninja world would treat them like a joke.

No one would take them seriously again.

Other villages would say:

"This is one of the Five Great Nations?"

"A shinobi walked right in, kidnapped a Jinchūriki, and left? They're finished."

"Might as well step down from the stage of the great powers. The Mizukage should resign."

Mei imagined the mockery in every corner of the shinobi world.

So no—there was no surrender. No compromise.

Anger rising, Mei began to weave signs for another Water Release jutsu.

But a hand caught her wrist.

"You really want to try that again? Didn't you already see how that ends?"

The surrounding Mist-nin started backing away from her, wary of being caught in the crossfire again.

"Crap!"

Mei froze.

Right. She couldn't recklessly use Water Release. It might end up electrocuting her comrades again.

Her face darkened.

Mist-nin were known for their mastery of Water Release.

But now, against this one man...

Their signature element had been sealed.

What could she do? Resort to close combat? Really?

And so, with no other choice, she joined forces with the remaining Mist-nin for another coordinated assault on Kurama.

"Round two already?"

Kurama grinned.

He danced around their attacks, mocking their formations.

Ten minutes later, dozens more Mist-nin were down. Wounded or worse.

Kurama hadn't even broken a sweat.

Meanwhile, Mei was drenched in perspiration, breathing heavily, muscles sore from chakra overuse.

Elsewhere, inside the Mizukage Tower...

"Lord Genji! We have a situation. The village is under attack!"

The old war veteran, Genji, turned slowly.

"Mei Terumi is engaged in battle, but the enemy's too powerful. She's not going to last much longer."

Genji's aged eyes narrowed.

If Mei couldn't handle it, the situation was worse than he feared.

"Summon the Fuguki Suikazan and Jōzō the Blunt Blade immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

They were the last resort now—two of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

Back on the battlefield, Mei glared daggers at Kurama.

"Don't do anything foolish," she barked at the others.

At this point, any attack not from her was a liability.

The last few skirmishes had already proven it.

Still, she thought to herself, surely Genji had been informed by now.

Reinforcements were coming.

Two of the Seven Swordsmen. That would turn the tide.

She just had to stall long enough.

"How shameless..."

She muttered under her breath.

She couldn't use Water Release.

Her kekkei genkai, Lava Release and Boil Release, were too chakra-intensive for prolonged use.

She had to conserve energy, wait for back-up.

She even tried taijutsu—but that only ended in humiliation.

Kurama had dodged effortlessly, even managing to grope her mid-combat.

"Perverted bastard!"

Kurama only laughed, unashamed.

"Hey, it's not my fault you're so soft in all the right places."

The battlefield went dead silent.

You could hear a kunai drop.

The Mist-nin around them stared at each other awkwardly.

Kurama flashed a grin.

"Come on now, you're way too pretty to be this grumpy."

Mei exploded.

"You perv! I don't need your pity!"

"Who dares to act so arrogantly within the Hidden Mist?!"

An aged voice echoed across the battlefield.

Everyone turned.

Their relief was instant.

"It's Lord Genji!"

"He brought the Seven Ninja Swordsmen with him!"

"Finally, some backup!"

Cheers broke out among the Mist-nin.

Mei's shoulders relaxed, finally able to exhale.

"Master Genji!"

"Master Genji!"

"Master Genji!"

The crowd echoed with respect.

Kurama tilted his head, smirking.

"Who's the new guy with the grandpa voice?"

Mei stepped forward, her tone ice cold.

"Your time is up, creep. You won't leave here alive."

Kurama clicked his tongue.

"Creep? Stinky? Really? I thought we were getting somewhere. Maybe you should check if I stink... up close."

"Ugh!"

She didn't even want to engage him in words anymore. She just wanted to see his corpse.

"Lord Genji, this is the intruder," one of the surviving Mist-nin reported quickly.

"He's a rogue Uchiha from Konoha. Mangekyō Sharingan confirmed. He also manipulates sand somehow—possibly via Magnet Release. His Lightning Release is off the charts. Water Release is ineffective against him, and using it only endangers our own."

Genji observed the destruction.

The fallen Mist-nin. The damage to the surroundings. The sheer pressure radiating off of Kurama.

Now he understood why Mei had struggled.

But with two Swordsmen of the Mist at his side, he had no fear.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sudden applause came from Kurama himself.

"Impressive. You guys really did your homework. I feel seen."

He gave them a thumbs-up.

That's when the Fuguki Suikazan and Jōzō arrived.

The moment their eyes landed on Kurama, their faces went stiff.

"Wait... is that... him?"

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