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

Three days later.

The battle shown on the sky light curtain had become the hottest topic across the entire shinobi world. It was the kind of spectacle that people couldn't stop talking about—as intense and adrenaline-pumping as the climax of a high-budget action movie.

Everyone who witnessed that battle had the same reaction: blood boiling, nerves fried, heart pounding.

Some were so immersed, they forgot to breathe. A few actually died from suffocation. Others were so terrified by the sheer destructive force on display that their minds shattered, leaving them permanently insane.

That was the level of chaos and awe the battle brought. And yet—not seeing the ending? That became the world's greatest regret.

A bitter, gaping hole in the hearts of many.

But what they did witness was more than enough to reshape the shinobi world's understanding of power.

The legends came to life before their very eyes:

Senju Hashirama, the God of Shinobi and First Hokage—wielder of Sage-level Wood Release.

Senju Tobirama, his younger brother—the fastest man of his era and inventor of many forbidden jutsu.

Uchiha Madara—the eternal rival to Hashirama, a symbol of overwhelming Uchiha pride and power.

And then came Uchiha Obito—the new blood, the unexpected chaos agent, and the latest wielder of the Mangekyō Sharingan with space-time ninjutsu.

The world saw, for the first time, the terrifying path of the Sharingan's evolution to the Rinnegan. That alone confirmed long-held suspicions—the Uchiha were descended from the Sage of Six Paths himself.

Madara's Rinnegan was especially burned into everyone's memories.

A colossal meteor jutsu had nearly flattened everything.

His perfect Susanoo, a behemoth rivaling the gods, could split entire mountain ranges with a single swing of its chakra blade.

That, people whispered, was the power of the Six Paths.

But as incredible as that was, there was still another level. The fight also showcased Senju Hashirama's full might.

The man who ended the Warring States Era, divided the Tailed Beasts to establish balance, and founded the Shinobi Villages.

His Wood Style wasn't just impressive—it was divine.

His Wood Dragons could sap chakra like parasites.

And his ultimate technique, True Several Thousand Hands—it dwarfed even the Perfect Susanoo.

That godlike wooden colossus looked down upon Madara's titan like a parent scolding a child.

Now, the world finally understood why Hashirama was the God of Shinobi.

As for Tobirama? Despite being one of the most brilliant shinobi minds and jutsu creators, he didn't leave a lasting impression in the battle.

His title as the fastest man in the world was overshadowed, his death at the hands of the Gold and Silver Brothers (Ginkaku and Kinkaku) brought into question.

But no matter their performance, one thing was clear:

The people had seen the power of legends.

Obito, however, turned heads in a very different way.

With his Mangekyō abilities, he manipulated dimensions, dodged death, and summoned a full-body Susanoo of terrifying strength.

Stronger than Madara's?

Many thought so.

Especially since Obito managed to last longer against that man.

That man named... Kurama.

Yes, him.

The unknown shinobi who stood alone against the combined wrath of the greatest legends.

He fought all of them. By himself.

And he won.

One by one, the icons fell.

Hashirama was defeated.

Madara was crushed.

Even Obito, with all his dimensional hax and upgraded ocular powers, couldn't close the gap.

He got bodied.

People were stunned. No one—absolutely no one—expected a guy named Kurama to be that strong.

This was someone who took on Sage-level opponents and made it look casual.

It defied reason.

It spat in the face of power scaling.

And then came the climax—Kurama versus Obito.

The final showdown.

Kurama was still in control the entire time.

But just as things reached a boiling point, the light curtain vanished.

Gone.

Just like that.

No ending. No closure.

Just... darkness.

And a whole lot of salty fans.

Still, the general consensus?

Kurama won. Obviously.

Because if you can beat both Madara and Hashirama together, then Obito's just a speed bump.

Now came the aftermath.

Rumors spread like wildfire:

"Kurama is from Konohagakure."

That one fact made every other village stop in their tracks.

Because if Kurama is part of the Leaf...

Don't. Poke. The. Bear.

You attack Konoha, you might just find yourself annihilated overnight.

A one-man army that can delete nations isn't something to gamble with.

The other villages got the message.

Hard.

Suddenly, the Hidden Leaf wasn't just strong. It was untouchable.

Kurama's name echoed through every street, pub, battlefield, and council room.

At first, there were skeptics.

"It must be genjutsu. A projection. Some kind of illusion."

But then people investigated.

The battleground was real.

Located in the Fire Country, the very site of the battle shown on the curtain was discovered.

It was scorched earth.

Miles and miles of pulverized terrain.

Mountains sheared cleanly in half.

Forests vaporized.

Villages leveled.

Even the nearby borders of the Wind Country showed signs of collateral damage.

Identical to the scenes shown in the sky.

No more doubts.

This was no illusion.

The battle had happened.

And it was apocalyptic.

Enough to be etched into the history books forever.

Kurama wasn't just a man.

He was an era.

Even those who hadn't seen the fight directly knew his name.

Through word of mouth, through fear, through reverence.

Kurama had become legend.

And where was the legend himself?

Chilling at home in Konoha.

Meanwhile, over in the Land of Earth—Iwagakure was not taking it well.

The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, and every Iwa-nin who saw the broadcast were in pure panic mode.

Even though the final result wasn't revealed, Ōnoki knew who the victor was.

It had to be Kurama.

Because if Madara and Hashirama couldn't beat him, no one could.

Obito? Get in line.

To Ōnoki, this wasn't just a battle.

It was a warning.

A Konoha civil war had taken place on a godly scale.

And now, Iwa had to tread very carefully.

The fact that Four Tails and Five Tails—the tailed beasts tied to Iwagakure—were now missing, presumed in Kurama's hands?

Yeah.

They weren't getting them back.

Not unless they had a death wish.

Ōnoki feared that Iwagakure could vanish from the map just like that.

With a snap of Kurama's fingers.

And frankly, he wasn't wrong.

The case of Sunagakure in the Wind Country?

Vanished.

Wiped out.

And the culprit?

Also Kurama.

Ōnoki suspected it.

His instincts screamed it.

And for once in his cranky old life, he was right.

Because the truth was simple.

Sunagakure had indeed been turned into rubble...

By Kurama himself.

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