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

Not only did Nagato possess the Rinnegan, he was also an intelligent and sentient shinobi.

He could immediately sense the difference between the masked man standing before him and the strange figure lurking nearby—Zetsu.

"Who are you?" Nagato demanded, his voice cautious.

The masked man, Uchiha Obito, replied, "Nagato, relax. We're on the same side."

"The same side?"

"Yes," Obito said smoothly. "In this false world, what truth is there to fight for?"

He began weaving the tale of the Infinite Tsukuyomi—a dream world where pain, war, and suffering would cease to exist. A reality where no one would ever feel despair again.

Nagato was intrigued.

A world without war? Without death? Where Yahiko and Konan could be together again?

"Is there truly such a world?" he asked.

Obito nodded. "Absolutely. With all the tailed beasts, the Gedo Statue, and your Rinnegan, we can bring it into existence."

Nagato felt something shift inside him. He had long grown tired of the constant bloodshed. Even if he used Rinne Tensei to resurrect Yahiko, what would change? The cycle of hatred would go on. The tailed beasts would still be sought, nations would still wage war, and peace would remain an illusion.

But a dream world... one where Yahiko and Konan lived in peace...

"Infinite Tsukuyomi," Nagato whispered, as if savoring the name.

He found himself understanding this masked man. Pain recognized pain.

Obito understood too.

They were the same.

"So," Nagato said, "what do we do next? Start collecting the Tailed Beasts?"

Obito chuckled. "No need. Someone else will do that part for us. When the time comes, we just collect the prize."

Nagato was intrigued. "Interesting."

"For now," Obito continued, "we'll return to our base. And we'll fix your legs. As for the Six Paths of Pain? Brilliant idea. It will amplify your power and keep Akatsuki alive."

From that moment, Akatsuki was reborn. Its current members: Nagato, Obito, and Zetsu.

Soon, Nagato would create the Six Paths of Pain. With his own body as the source, he'd operate them remotely. Yahiko would become the Deva Path. The other five—Asura, Naraka, Human, Animal, and Preta—would be crafted from fallen shinobi of Amegakure.

Obito didn't immediately push to recruit more. Three were enough. Six, if you counted the Pains. For now, their goals were aligned.

Obito smirked to himself. "Kurama better hurry up and get the Seven-Tails."

He approached Nagato.

Nagato remained wary. "What is he doing?"

To his shock, Obito walked straight through his body like a ghost.

The masked man turned and smirked. "Just showing off."

"You're immobile. Let me take you to the base."

Obito placed a hand on Nagato's shoulder, and space warped around them. With a whoosh, they vanished into Kamui's pocket dimension.

Zetsu melted into the ground, following silently.

Back at the hidden underground base, Nagato severed his own ruined legs.

Zetsu implanted limbs enhanced with Hashirama Senju's cells—infused with vitality and power.

Plug and play.

With those new legs, Nagato stood.

Walked.

For the first time in years.

Hashirama's cells did more than just restore mobility. They amplified his already monstrous chakra reserves, courtesy of his Uzumaki heritage.

The rush of chakra was overwhelming. He had never felt so alive.

This was true power.

Hashirama's cells were legendary for a reason. When Madara had lost a hand to a Tailed Beast, he simply tore one off from White Zetsu and attached it. No fuss, no med-nin, just straight utility.

Now imagine Nagato—mobile, powered by Rinnegan and enhanced by Hashirama cells.

Even Naruto in Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, alongside Killer Bee, had struggled against a crippled Nagato.

If not for Itachi's intervention, both Jinchūriki would have been corpses.

Now? Nagato stood tall. Unstoppable.

The Six Paths of Pain were ready.

Deva Path: Yahiko. Asura, Naraka, Human, Animal, Preta: assembled from fallen Rain shinobi.

But Konan's body had never been found.

The Rain shinobi said she was dead. They claimed she fell to Hanzo's ambush and never returned.

No body. No funeral. No evidence.

Just another casualty in the endless cycle of pain.

But that Konan, the one he loved... she still lived in the world of Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Nagato was done with chasing revenge.

Hanzo? A speck. Too small. Revenge was narrow. Petty.

In Infinite Tsukuyomi, there would be no need for hatred. There, Konan would smile.

Nagato turned to Zetsu. "Any word on the Seven-Tails? Kurama needs to hurry."

Zetsu gave a nod. "We're working on it."

Nagato was impatient. Understandably so.

Because only one thing burned in the back of his mind:

He needed to bring his mother back.

He could feel her call. Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was waiting.

Seven-Tails was a rogue Tailed Beast. Its location had been unknown for years.

It wasn't like the others, housed within the borders of the Five Great Nations.

It had slipped into a small nation's wilderness, and tracking it required time.

But Zetsu had the best intelligence network in the shinobi world.

If he couldn't find it, no one could.

Elsewhere, deep in the Land of Rain, inside a modest wooden cabin...

Konan stirred.

Her eyes fluttered open.

The unfamiliar ceiling greeted her. She turned her head and locked eyes with a man—relaxed posture, devilish smirk, but a strange warmth in his gaze.

"Who are you?" she asked, tense.

The man chuckled.

"Me? I'm your savior."

Konan narrowed her eyes.

"A savior?"

"Is that how you greet the man who dragged your unconscious, half-dead body out of a poison swamp?"

She blinked, memories rushing back.

Hanzo's ambush. Her comrades. Dead.

She inhaled poison, and everything faded to black.

But this man—not Rain shinobi. Not one of Hanzo's dogs. And she was alive, unharmed.

"Why did you save me?" she asked, wariness giving way to curiosity.

He leaned forward, grinning. "Because I believe in justice. And I have a soft spot for beautiful women."

Konan blushed, faintly. Against her better judgment.

"Hmph," she scoffed.

He winked. "Can't help it. You're cute when you're angry."

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

For a second, it felt... human.

But her shinobi instincts kept her alert. She knew the world. Trust was dangerous.

Even if the idiot in front of her had nice eyes.

Or a nice voice.

Or good hair.

Ugh.

She didn't realize it then, but their fates had already started to intertwine.

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