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

Naturally, one cannot trust others easily.

Especially since Konan had just been betrayed.

Hanzō of the Salamander had turned against them.

Old allegiances meant nothing anymore. The past held no credibility.

Fortunately, the Akatsuki had long respected Hanzō of the Salamander.

Still, none of them expected this outcome. None expected betrayal.

Though the man in front of her was undeniably handsome—

Rescuing her from the hands of Amegakure shinobi must mean he was no ordinary person.

Still, Konan couldn't trust him.

Not without evidence.

This could very well be another of Hanzō's traps.

If she let her guard down, she'd lose everything.

She had stayed alert since waking.

"You said you saved me because I was beautiful," Konan said, her tone flat. "But I don't believe you. Tell me the real reason."

Konan studied him closely, her amber eyes sharp.

He didn't seem like a bad person, but that meant nothing.

"Little girl, I already told you—I saved you because you're beautiful," he said, with a casual shrug. "Why don't you believe me? Alright then, I'm from Konoha. Does that make you feel better?"

Konoha?

"Do you know Jiraiya-sama?" she asked.

Her guarded demeanor softened slightly.

After all, Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, had once been their teacher. A mentor. A father figure.

"Jiraiya? That perverted old toad? Yeah, I've met him. Beat him half to death once. Nearly killed him."

Konan: "...Eh."

That sounded like Jiraiya.

Only someone familiar with the Toad Sage would describe him that way.

And he hadn't hurt her since saving her.

"Alright, what's your name? Maybe I can trust you. Maybe."

"Kurama. My rank in Konoha? Higher than Jiraiya's. That old lech even calls me 'sama.'"

"Oh—"

Konan's eyes widened.

A big shot from Konoha?

Still, this wasn't the time to be impressed.

Several days had passed since the failed peace talks.

She had to know what happened.

"I can't repay your kindness now. I have something important to do. I'm leaving."

Before the words finished leaving her lips, she darted off.

"Hey, beautiful, slow down. We haven't even chatted properly yet."

Kurama followed after her.

They arrived at the negotiation site moments apart.

Konan froze.

"Where... is this?"

It was hell.

Corpses were scattered across the field. No one had bothered to clean them.

The air stank of rot.

Most were Amegakure shinobi. A few wore the cloaks of Akatsuki.

But the numbers weren't even close.

Why?

Why were there so many Amegakure dead, but so few Akatsuki?

Had the Rain ninja not planned an ambush?

How could this be?

Despite years in war, Konan had never seen such a scene. Such carnage.

She searched, but found no trace of Yahiko or Nagato.

Did they escape?

Every other Akatsuki member was accounted for—dead.

Just the two of them were missing.

Was that hope?

Or confirmation of their loss?

"That bastard Hanzō... I'll kill him. I swear, I'll take revenge. For Yahiko, for Nagato, for Akatsuki."

Konan's fists trembled, her nails digging into her palms. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Hatred clouded everything.

As for Yahiko and Nagato, she would demand answers from Hanzō himself.

Today, she would make Amegakure pay.

She spun and rushed toward Rain Village.

Until a figure appeared before her—Kurama.

"You plan to leave without repaying the man who saved your life?"

Konan glared.

"I'll repay your favor, but first—I'm going to kill Hanzō of the Salamander."

Kurama laughed.

A dry, amused, mocking laugh.

The sound made Konan pause.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You? Take on the entire Rain Village alone? Kill the so-called Demigod of the Shinobi World? Isn't that a joke?"

He was right.

Only now did Konan realize.

She couldn't win against Hanzō.

She'd been poisoned before. Nearly killed. She couldn't beat the entire Rain Village.

But that didn't matter.

She had nothing left.

Death was acceptable. It was her choice.

"I don't care. I want revenge."

"And you think dying repays my kindness?"

Kurama smirked.

"..."

"Let's go together in the next life, then."

Konan rolled her eyes.

She ignored him and took off again.

He appeared in front of her once more.

"Don't push it," Konan snapped. "If you hadn't saved me, I'd already be fighting."

"Fine. Beat me, and you can go."

"You asked for it."

Paper Jutsu: Dance of the Shikigami.

Her body burst into hundreds of paper sheets, fluttering like deadly swallows.

Each one sharpened to pierce stone.

They whirled toward Kurama.

Paper Shuriken—thousands of them.

Before they reached him, a wall of sand rose to block them.

"Sand?"

She blinked, surprised.

This time, she added explosive tags and launched an all-directional assault.

Boom!

The ground quaked under the continuous barrage.

For a full minute, explosions echoed through the battlefield.

Konan stood still.

"You saved me, but you stood in my way. Don't blame me for this."

"How could I blame you?"

The voice whispered beside her ear.

She turned, stunned.

Kurama's head rested casually on her shoulder.

"When did he get here?!"

She tried to move away—only to find she couldn't move at all.

Golden chains bound her limbs in place, emphasizing her elegant figure.

She struggled, but it was useless.

"Hey, are you still trying to move?"

A massive crimson chakra hand formed behind Kurama, gripping her tightly.

She dangled helplessly, like a child.

For the first time, she felt true fear.

Face to face, she met Kurama's gaze—his scarlet, vertical pupils.

They were not human.

They radiated killing intent and power.

A beast's presence.

"What... what are you?"

Her voice trembled.

"You win," she whispered, turning her head away.

She didn't want to admit it—but it was the truth.

"It's just Hanzō. What's the rush?"

"You speak like you could kill him anytime."

"Of course. I don't brag to women."

Kurama grinned.

Konan believed him now.

She bowed her head.

"Kurama-sama... will you help me?"

Even Jiraiya spoke to him with respect. Konan felt it only right.

"You want me to kill Hanzō? Easy."

"If you do, I'll do anything for you. Anything."

"Anything, huh?"

Konan closed her eyes.

But nothing happened.

Then—thump.

Kurama flicked her forehead.

"Wha—Kurama-sama?"

Konan blinked in confusion.

"What were you expecting me to do?"

"N-nothing!"

Her cheeks flushed red.

"Kill Hanzō, and you've paid your debt."

Konan was overjoyed.

"If you do that, I'll be yours in this life and the next."

"But—you should be the one to kill him. He's your enemy. Wouldn't that be more satisfying?"

Konan sighed.

"You're right, Kurama-sama... but I'm not strong enough."

"Don't worry. I'll lend you power."

"Really?"

She brightened.

"But—you must let me enter your body as chakra. Then you'll have the strength to destroy Hanzō."

"Enter my body...?"

Konan hesitated.

"Kurama-sama... are you really a shinobi?"

"No. I'm a tailed beast. The strongest of them. A god. The Tailed God."

"...Tailed God?"

"Yes. I'm the Nine-Tails. Kyuubi. And right now, I can use all of my power."

Konan's eyes welled with tears.

With him—she could win.

She would win

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