What if Naruto was Trained by Sosuke Aizen

A Battle of Wits

After returning home, Naruto took a quick shower and settled down to review his chakra-related books. He wasn't naturally inclined toward reading, but under Aizen's guidance, he had come to understand the importance of knowledge. Strength alone wasn't enough; wisdom was equally crucial.

He remembered Aizen's words: "The sharpness of a weapon is important, but without a mind to wield it, that sharpness will only harm you."

Naruto spent an hour quietly reading. For him, this wasn't just a time to review—it was a chance to reflect on everything that had happened. Over the past few days, he had pieced together the conspiracy surrounding his life. The most pressing issue now was the Nine-Tails.

With a sigh, Naruto set the book aside and formed the hand seals for the Clone Technique.

"Clone Technique!"

A puff of smoke appeared, and a misshapen clone stood before him. Naruto punched it without hesitation, his face calm but his mind racing. Kyuubi's interference was still disrupting his chakra control, and it was becoming increasingly frustrating.

"Since you're being unreasonable, don't blame me for playing dirty," Naruto muttered, a cold smile forming on his lips.

The Sealed Space

The familiar sound of dripping water echoed in the sealed space as Naruto opened his eyes to darkness. He stood up, brushing off imaginary dust, and walked slowly toward the iron gate where Kyuubi was imprisoned.

The moment Naruto entered, Kyuubi sensed his presence. The great fox feigned sleep, his massive body rising and falling with exaggerated breaths. He had been quietly eroding the seal over the years, using his red chakra to weaken it bit by bit. Though the progress was slow, he was confident that, given enough time, he would break free.

In the meantime, he took pleasure in sabotaging Naruto's chakra control. The boy's inability to perform even basic ninjutsu was a source of amusement for Kyuubi. He couldn't wait to see Naruto beg for his power.

"Stop pretending. I know you're awake," Naruto said, his voice calm but laced with amusement.

Kyuubi ignored him, scratching his ear with a massive paw. "Where did these mosquitoes come from? So annoying," he muttered to himself. "Oh, is that brat Uzumaki Naruto still here? Guess I'll just increase the chakra interference."

Red chakra surged from Kyuubi's body, filling the sealed space with its oppressive energy.

Naruto wasn't fazed. Instead, a sly smile crept onto his face. "Playing games with me, huh? Interesting."

He had read extensively about the psychology of prisoners. Long-term confinement often led to boredom, frustration, and a desperate need for stimulation. Kyuubi, despite his power, was no exception. Naruto planned to use this to his advantage.

Psychological Warfare

Naruto sat down on the cold ground, crossing his legs casually. "This sealed space is so small. How do you even manage, Kyuubi? Eating, drinking... do you even bathe? Oh, wait, you can't. My bad."

Kyuubi's ear twitched, but he remained silent.

Naruto wasn't deterred. He conjured a small grill using his Reiatsu, skewered some chicken wings, and began cooking. The aroma of sizzling meat soon filled the air, wafting toward Kyuubi's cage.

"Nothing beats charcoal-grilled chicken wings," Naruto said, sprinkling spices onto the meat. "The crispy skin, the juicy meat... absolutely divine."

Kyuubi's nose twitched, and his mouth began to water. Despite not needing to eat, the memory of food's deliciousness was still fresh in his mind. The tantalizing smell was unbearable.

"Stupid brat, your food stinks! Get out of here!" Kyuubi growled, though his stomach betrayed him with a loud rumble.

Naruto ignored him, continuing to grill the chicken wings with exaggerated care. "You know, Kyuubi, I was thinking... maybe you're just jealous. Stuck in there, unable to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Must be tough."

Kyuubi's pride flared. "Jealous? Of your pathetic human food? I've tasted delicacies you can't even imagine!"

"Of course, of course," Naruto said, taking a bite of the chicken wing. "A high-class demon like you wouldn't stoop to eating mortal food. More for me, then."

Kyuubi's mouth watered uncontrollably. He tried to look away, but the smell was irresistible.

The Final Blow

Just as Kyuubi was about to lose his composure, Naruto conjured a computer inside the sealed space using his Reiatsu. The machine hummed to life, its screen glowing brightly.

"Well, Kyuubi, I'll leave you to your... thoughts," Naruto said, standing up. "I hope you learn to behave better by the time we meet again."

As he turned to leave, he paused and added, "Oh, by the way, isn't the Three Basic Techniques supposed to be easy? Why is it so hard for me to master?" He flashed a knowing smile before disappearing from the sealed space.

Kyuubi's Curiosity

Once Naruto was gone, Kyuubi's curiosity got the better of him. He approached the strange machine, poking at it with a massive claw. The screen lit up, displaying the word "Windows."

"What is this thing?" Kyuubi muttered, his irritation momentarily forgotten. He tapped the keyboard clumsily, and the screen changed, showing a colorful desktop.

As he explored the computer, Kyuubi found himself drawn into its world. Games, videos, and endless information—all at his fingertips. For the first time in years, he felt a flicker of excitement.

Naruto's Plan

Back in the real world, Naruto smiled to himself. He knew Kyuubi's pride and curiosity would get the better of him. By introducing the fox to the wonders of technology, he had given him a taste of what life outside the seal could be like. It was a subtle way of breaking Kyuubi's spirit while also planting the seeds of cooperation.

For now, Naruto had other matters to attend to. He had a meeting with Sasuke tomorrow, and he needed to prepare. The Uchiha heir was a valuable ally, and Naruto intended to make the most of their budding friendship.

As he lay down to sleep, Naruto's mind was already racing with plans. The road ahead was long, but he was determined to walk it—no matter the obstacles.

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