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

"Tch, what a filthy guy. He came and went faster than a lightning jutsu."

Mei Terumi gritted her teeth, muttering curses under her breath.

Right now, she couldn't pin down exactly what she felt toward Kurama. Was it anger? Resentment? Something else entirely? Her legs were numb, her back ached, and she felt like she'd been through a warzone.

No choice but to stay home and recover today.

Mei swore she'd never take orders from anyone again—not here in Kirigakure, at least. She was done playing subordinate.

"Master Genji, you old pervert, you're the worst! Just you wait!" she hissed, shaking her fist at the air.

In the Land of Lightning, Kumogakure buzzed with energy.

Jōnin Dodai sprinted to the Raikage's office, barely containing his excitement. "Lord Raikage! Great news! Great news!"

The Third Raikage, deep in thought about the Seven-Tails, looked up. "What's the news?"

"Kurama-sama has secured the Six-Tails! Konoha's Anbu confirmed it!"

"Hah! Hahaha!" The Third Raikage's laughter boomed like thunder.

It hadn't even been a month since he'd passed along the intel. For Kurama to snatch the Six-Tails from Kirigakure so quickly? Unbelievable!

He could just imagine the Mist ninja gnashing their teeth in fury. Kurama, storming into Kirigakure alone to claim a tailed beast—what a move! Who else in the ninja world could pull that off?

No one.

Even the Third Raikage, who prided himself on facing ten thousand foes, wouldn't dare invade Kirigakure with such brazen arrogance, seize a tailed beast, and strut out like it was nothing.

Kurama's stunt must've humbled Master Genshi and forced half the hidden villages to rethink their strategies. The Raikage smirked, picturing Kurama unleashing a massive Tailed Beast Bomb to intimidate Kirigakure into submission. That kind of raw power would leave the Mist with no choice but to kneel.

Kumogakure's spies in the Land of Water had seen it all. According to their reports, a colossal Tailed Beast Bomb had lit up the sky above Kirigakure, blotting out the sun and casting a shadow over the entire village. If that thing had detonated, the blast would've leveled Kirigakure in seconds.

The Raikage's thoughts drifted to Sunagakure's mysterious disappearance. Could Kurama have been behind that too? "Next time I see that madman, I'm asking him straight-up," he muttered.

With Kirigakure's tailed beast gone, the balance of power had shifted. The five great ninja nations—no, four now—had no tailed beasts left. True equilibrium, at last.

Kurama, tied to the Nine-Tails, had made it clear he didn't serve Konoha. The Raikage believed him. Who could control a force like Kurama? Nobody. So, in his mind, Konoha had no tailed beasts either.

Kirigakure might've thought they could hush up the loss of the Six-Tails. Fat chance. Secrets like that didn't stay buried in the ninja world.

Now, the four major nations were tailed beast-free. The focus shifted to the Seven-Tails.

Unlike the others, the Seven-Tails wasn't in one of the great nations—Wind, Earth, Fire, Thunder, or Water. It lurked in a smaller country, its status unknown. Wild? Sealed in a jinchūriki? No one had answers. That mystery made the Seven-Tails the most elusive tailed beast.

But no matter how hard it was to track, Kumogakure would find it. They'd deliver it to Kurama himself. That was their mission.

The Third Raikage stared into the distance, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Dodai, get Ai and Killer Bee. Tell them to hunt for the Seven-Tails. You're joining them."

"Yes, Lord Raikage!" Dodai saluted, already moving.

This time, Kumogakure would spare no effort. The Seven-Tails was the last tailed beast, and they'd do whatever it took to claim it. As long as they followed Kurama's lead, the Raikage had no worries.

In a damp, shadowy basement, a figure emerged from the earth.

"Obito," Zetsu rasped, "big news. Kurama's taken the Six-Tails from Kirigakure."

Obito, cloaked in his spiral mask, let out a low, sinister chuckle. "That's Kurama-sensei for you. Bastard moves faster than a Body Flicker."

He leaned back, unfazed. "Doesn't matter. If the tailed beasts are piling up in Konoha, it saves us the trouble of hunting them down one by one."

Obito and Zetsu had a plan: let Kurama gather the tailed beasts, do the dirty work, and set the stage for their own scheme. When the time was right, they'd strike. Nagato would summon the Gedo Statue, and the Infinite Tsukuyomi would be within reach.

"Rin," Obito whispered, his voice soft but obsessive, "wait for me. We'll meet in that perfect world."

This world was a lie, and so was the Rin who existed here. The Rin who stood by Kurama's side? Fake. Obito refused to accept her.

He'd create a new world—a real world—with a real Rin.

Obito had fully mastered the Hashirama cells grafted into him. His Mangekyō Sharingan, with Kamui in both eyes, bent reality to his will. Combined with the forbidden techniques Madara had passed down—Yin-Yang Release and more—he felt untouchable.

Even Kurama didn't scare him. In Obito's mind, Kurama was just the Nine-Tails' jinchūriki, maybe a perfect one, able to wield its full power. Big deal. Obito wasn't intimidated.

He clicked his tongue, smirking behind his mask. "Kurama-sensei, it won't be long now. Don't be shocked when we face off."

He turned to Zetsu. "What's the deal with Nagato?"

Zetsu's grin widened. "Nagato's getting interesting. He's built this group called Akatsuki. It's growing fast—enough to rattle Hanzō of the Salamander. Rain Village is tearing itself apart."

"Akatsuki, huh?" Obito mused. "Sounds fun."

He wasn't impressed, though. Nagato, with all the power of the Rinnegan, was still too green to challenge someone like Hanzō. The Salamander was a ninja's ninja, as cunning as Danzo and twice as ruthless. Nagato's ideals and his peaceful years under Jiraiya's wing had left him blind to the ninja world's brutality.

"Zetsu, this is dragging. Should we swing by Rain Village and light a fire under him?"

Zetsu chuckled. "Patience, Obito. Nagato needs to feel real pain first."

Pain was the key. Madara had known it, breaking Obito at his lowest to reshape him. Zetsu was playing the same game with Nagato. When the time came, they'd twist him into what they needed.

Black Zetsu, more than anyone, burned with urgency. His true goal—freeing his mother—drove every move.

In the Rain Village, the Akatsuki organization thrived.

Founded by Yahiko, it was a force for peace, rejecting violence as a first resort. Under his leadership, Akatsuki had grown into a power that even Hanzō, the demigod of Amegakure, couldn't ignore.

Hanzō felt the threat. Akatsuki was undermining his control, and he wasn't about to let that stand.

So, he extended an olive branch—a trap disguised as diplomacy. He invited Yahiko to negotiate peace in seven days.

Yahiko, ever the optimist, accepted. He believed talking was better than fighting. Force only bred more death, more hate. A sit-down with Hanzō seemed like the best path forward.

He had no idea what awaited him.

Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan were walking into a conspiracy—a deadly snare set to crush Akatsuki's dream.

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