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Hearing Arata's words, Kurama was stunned.
For a moment, he just sat there, silent.
The only thing he remembered… was pain.
Suffering at the hands of humans.
He remembered when his father, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, told them—told all the Tailed Beasts—that one day, a child would come.
A child who would take his place.
A child who, like him, would unite the Bijū with humans.
His father had given each of them a task.
He had told Shukaku, Matatabi, Isobu, Son Gokū, Kokuō, Saiken, Chōmei, Gyūki… and even him, Kurama… that they were meant to guide humanity.
Kurama tried.
He really did.
But no matter what he did, humans always came after his power. They wanted to control him. To use him as a weapon.
It didn't matter what he said or did.
Even when they trained a human… tried to guide them like his father wanted… what did they do?
They killed him.
Why?
Because he didn't give them power?
Because he refused to be their tool?
To humans, they—the Bijū—were just monsters. Demons.
Even though humans were weaker, they treated him and his siblings like insects. Like something lesser.
And when they failed to take his power?
They just tried again. And again.
Kurama clenched his teeth. He hated it.
He and the other Bijū had once believed in their father's words. But over time, their patience ran out.
So they made a decision.
If humans only saw them as weapons…and Demons Then they would act like it. If a human came for their power—if they treated them like monsters… Then they would kill them.
Mercilessly.
Because what was the point of guiding someone who didn't want to listen?
Why should they let themselves be used as tools?
Kurama still knew that as time passed, all the Bijuu, including his siblings—from Shukaku to himself, from Matatabi, Isobu, Chomei, Son Goku, Kokuo, Saiken, and Gyuki—had isolated themselves from human civilization. They had tried to guide humans, just as their father had told them, but humans didn't want to be guided. So, they left humans alone to do as they pleased.
But Kurama and other biiju, being made of chakra, could still sense the chaos humans created. They could feel how much humans hurt the innocent. Yet, they stayed silent. Why? Because they didn't want to interfere with humans anymore. It wasn't his problem.
So, he did what he always did—he slept.
But then… he sensed something.
A presence.
It wasn't human. No, it was like it was made of chakra itself—both Yin and Yang chakra. The moment that being arrived, Kurama's eyes snapped open. His instincts screamed at him.
And then, he saw it.
A being using NINSHU.
Not just any Ninshu. The kind of NINSHU their father, Hagoromo, had used.
At its full potential.
No human should be able to control a Bijuu—not even him. But their father and Ashura and Indra could.
And now, this being before him…
And that was the last thing he remembered.
When Kurama came to his senses, he was tied up by wood. The Eyes… the one who controlled him.
And then, he saw them.
A human with red eyes.
The moment Kurama saw those eyes, he knew. Sharingan.
That cursed eye.
It wasn't always cursed. His father, Hagoromo, had also possessed the Sharingan, which later evolved into the Rinnegan. But Indra's descendants… they were different. Their hatred tainted those eyes. That's why, in Kurama's mind, the Sharingan had become cursed.
Then, he sensed something else. Another chakra.
It felt familiar.
Ashura.
No… it wasn't Ashura. But the chakra was similar. Too similar.
That's when Kurama realized the truth.
These two… they must be the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura.
He wanted to speak, to protest, to tell them he was innocent—that he had been controlled.
But then… he saw her.
A woman with red hair.
Kurama's eyes widened. He knew that hair. That color. That bloodline.
Uzumaki.
Why? Because he was the one who had trained the first Uzumaki. Azaki Uzumaki.
Born from the Otsutsuki bloodline( Ashura Son ), later becoming part of the Senju clan.
Azaki Uzumaki turn Ninshu into the Uzumaki sealing techniques.
That… was how the Uzumaki clan was born.
Before Kurama could even protest, before he could say he was innocent…that he was Controlled it was already too late.
He was sealed.
Inside a boy.
At first, Kurama didn't think much of it. He had been sealed he could breakfree . But then… he sensed something strange.
This boy…
His chakra…
It wasn't just Asura's. It wasn't just Indra's. It was like them, but different. Stronger. More refined. More… complete....like his Father.
And then, Kurama sensed something else.
A Dōjutsu.
Not the Sharingan. Not the Rinnegan.
But something different. Something unique.
It gave off the same kind of presence as his father's Rinnegan, yet it wasn't the same. Kurama could feel its power growing, evolving, becoming something entirely new.
And then… the boy spoke.
He told Kurama his dreams.
His crazy dreams.
Dreams of peace between humans and Bijū.
Kurama froze.
He had heard this before.
A long time ago, his father, Hagoromo, had spoken of a prophecy. He said that one day, a child would be born. A child who would unite the world. A child who would bring humans and Bijū together and create peace across the land.
The Child of Prophecy.
Kurama's eyes narrowed.
Could this boy… really be the one?
But then, the boy said something ridiculous.
He wanted to be friends.
With him.
Kurama.
The mightiest of all nine Bijū.
A mortal wanted to be his friend.
Even if this brat was the Child of Prophecy, that didn't mean Kurama had to befriend him! What nonsense was this?!
Kurama scoffed, puffing up his chest. "Hmph! I don't need friends, you puny human!" he declared, his voice filled with fake arrogance.
The boy just stared at him for a moment.
Then, he smirked.
"Tsundere," the boy muttered.
Kurama blinked.
…What?
What was that word? He had never heard it before.
But he wasn't about to ask!
No! He had to maintain his pride! He was the great Kurama-sama!
And Kurama-sama did not ask humans for explanations!
So, he simply turned his head away, scoffing again, pretending he hadn't heard.
Yes. That would show the brat who was truly in charge.