Uchiha Kei: Game Dev in the Shinobi World

There was no doubt. The fox woman who had caused the Sarutobi clan member to gush a nosebleed from sheer excitement—was none other than the Nine-Tails in disguise.

Of course, the visual alone wouldn't have been enough to cause a nosebleed.

The real trigger? That white outfit.

As a tailed beast, the Nine-Tails wasn't particularly concerned with human notions of modesty. He had no clear concept of appropriate dress when designing his disguise, so he drew inspiration from familiar sources.

And his reference point? Games he had played.

Naturally, this meant Japanese games—known for their avant-garde costume design for female characters, with the unspoken rule: "the less you wear, the more powerful you are."

So while the Nine-Tails didn't go full exposure, areas like the collarbone, shoulders, and thighs were prominently on display. It was only natural.

The result? A fox spirit woman radiating sacred purity and natural allure. The moment the Sarutobi ninja laid eyes on her, his mind short-circuited—his "little brother" practically declared a coup against his brain.

The Nine-Tails, meanwhile, felt... weird.

He'd never been stared at like this before. Normally, humans looked at him with fear, hatred, or grim resolve. But this ninja's enchanted expression? Completely foreign. And oddly uncomfortable.

It was unsettling—a brand-new sensation for the ancient beast.

Despite witnessing countless human interactions over the centuries—including their more carnal ones—the Nine-Tails had never imagined himself the subject of desire.

He simply thought this guy was acting weird.

Had this been the future version of the Nine-Tails residing inside Uzumaki Naruto, he might've recalled Naruto's Sexy Jutsu and figured things out. But this was the Nine-Tails inside Kushina—still without firsthand exposure to such absurdities.

So he was utterly confused.

Not liking the feeling, the Nine-Tails decided this ninja deserved punishment.

He moved.

That pristine white outfit should've made mobility difficult. One strong movement and it ought to fall off.

But this was a game—with settings like "clothing cannot be damaged or removed."

So no matter how violently he moved, the outfit clung firmly to him.

Still, his swift steps and bare feet gave the illusion of a seductive dance, further amplifying his allure.

From the Sarutobi ninja's perspective, two large, snowy spheres were charging straight at him.

He froze.

And the Nine-Tails attacked.

With swift movements, he struck with clawed hands—though his nails weren't sharp, the game's mechanics gave them the power to tear through stone.

He followed up with a spin. Nine tails lashed out like whips, striking in succession.

Then another spin—more claw strikes. The tails returned in sequence, unleashing a full combo.

Finally, the nine tails crashed down in unison, slamming the ninja to the ground.

This style of fighting—tail strikes and pouncing slashes—was instinctual for the Nine-Tails. It was how he fought other tailed beasts. A unique "fox-style" taijutsu.

In beast form, it was wild, violent, and terrifying—pure tailed beast carnage.

But in this game, in his disguised form?

It became something else entirely.

To the Sarutobi ninja being pummeled, he saw not a beast—but a sacred, ethereal kitsune goddess striking him with divine wrath. Despite the pain, he felt no discomfort. Only bliss.

"Ah… this is the peak of my life…"

Another player arrived just in time to witness the beatdown. Eyes wide, mind blank.

To him, the Nine-Tails' movements were the definition of elegance.

"Elegant… too elegant…"

He stared, entranced. Burned her name into memory:

\[Tamamo-no-Mae].

A name he'd never heard. But it had a lovely ring.

In truth, it was the visual that sealed the impression. Even if she'd gone by something crude like "Ahri," that beauty would've given it grace.

Beauty *is* justice. And the Nine-Tails now radiated the highest form of justice.

Back on the battlefield, the Sarutobi ninja was still being beaten within an inch of his life—smiling, even. His health bar nearly gone, his face was twisted in pain and joy, with a hint of regret as if he hadn't been hit enough.

The Nine-Tails? Completely confused.

Why did this human look… happy to be pummeled? Why the regret? He couldn't understand it at all.

Humans were too complex. Tailed beasts simply couldn't grasp them.

Still, the Nine-Tails wasn't about to try. He'd had enough of humans' twisted minds. They'd turned chakra beings like him into monsters of hatred.

Thanks to Uchiha Kei, he was finally free from that poison. And he intended to stay free.

So he ignored the strange behavior and looked toward the next player.

Their eyes met.

The new player froze, bewitched.

Because the Nine-Tails' design was *that* effective. Those icy eyes and flawless face—perfection sculpted to seduce the very soul.

In a world without… certain modern politics… it was lethal.

If Tifa was the goddess of 3D gaming, then this kitsune avatar—crafted from the mental web's best models and yokai lore—was the shinobi world's answer. Even Jiraiya would forget about Tsunade in an instant.

It was as if she had a passive charm ability, constantly emitting overwhelming beauty.

And now, another poor soul had fallen victim.

The Nine-Tails saw the dazed look, sensed an opening, and attacked.

The player stirred, trying to speak.

Too late.

Blow after blow rained down. Claws and tails danced.

And the style? Still elegant. Painful, but somehow… enjoyable.

Again, the Nine-Tails felt uneasy.

What were these people thinking?

But one thing was clear:

After beating down two players, he felt *great*. A bit of the frustration inside him had been released. It was truly stress relief.

Way more satisfying than beating up puppets of Hashirama and Madara in Genjutsu World.

Fighting real humans? Much more fun.

And in this game, *Ultimate Storm*, these avatars were just masks—behind each was a real person.

The Nine-Tails grinned.

"I want to beat up ten more!"

With that, he locked onto the remaining players and charged.

It might sound like cheating, but his natural sensory abilities still worked—nerfed, sure. He couldn't sense killing intent, but he could still detect positions.