Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina-Chapter 215 : The Ninja World Was Shocked

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Chapter 215: Chapter 215 : The Ninja World Was Shocked

The news of the destruction of Rain Shinobi Village spread throughout the ninja world, and it was nothing short of astonishing.

That was Rain Shinobi Village—home to Hanzō the Salamander, the so-called demigod of the shinobi world. And now, it was simply... gone.

In the Land of Lightning, within the walls of Kumogakure, a seasoned Jōnin bowed respectfully and reported the intel to the Third Raikage.

The Third Raikage raised an eyebrow. "Come again? Rain Shinobi Village has been wiped off the map?"

This shouldn’t have been possible.

Rain was a minor country, sandwiched between three powerhouses: the Land of Earth, the Land of Wind, and the Land of Fire. Yet, it had endured for decades precisely because of Hanzō’s overwhelming strength.

That man had once bested Konoha’s legendary Sannin—Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and Tsunade—in single combat. Though he allowed them to live, he acknowledged their potential by naming them Konoha’s Sannin. Now? Those same three had become legends in their own right, with Tsunade rising to become the Fifth Hokage.

Yet Hanzō, the man who once overshadowed them, had fallen.

The Third Raikage tapped his desk, thinking hard. Rain Shinobi Village had persisted through all-out wars. It had withstood invasions, internal chaos, and even the rise of extremist groups like the original Akatsuki. But now, it had been annihilated.

And there was only one person he could think of who had the power—and madness—to do it.

Kurama.

The same rogue powerhouse who’d previously dismantled Sunagakure like it was made of paper-mâché. That kind of strength wasn’t shinobi-level—it was something akin to divine wrath. Like a walking Tailed Beast Bomb with decision-making capabilities.

Cloud had been smart—they’d chosen not to provoke Kurama. Instead, they’d gone the opposite route. Sent intel. Maintained diplomatic warmth. Anything to avoid becoming another crater.

The Raikage sighed with a mixture of relief and unease. "We got lucky not stepping on that landmine."

"Lord Raikage," the Jōnin interrupted, "we’ve confirmed Seven-Tails has been spotted near Takigakure."

The Raikage’s eyes gleamed. "Notify Konoha immediately. Let Kurama know."

That Tailed Beast was the only one still at large.

Without the balance of all nine Tailed Beasts, peace was just an illusion. Stability relied on deterrence, and nothing deterred war like the threat of nuclear-scale chakra bombs.

Of course, Cloud sent Killer Bee to deliver the message. He was the perfect envoy—already acquainted with Kurama and familiar with the road to Konoha.

A few days later, Killer Bee swaggered into Konoha, beatboxing as usual.

"Yo, Kurama, my man, I got a tip, Seven-Tails spotted, let’s take that trip!"

Kurama blinked. "You never break character, do you?"

"Haha, that’s me! Bee’s gotta buzz!"

Kurama smirked. It was time to move.

Seven-Tails, wild and unsealed, wandering the outskirts of Takigakure. Without a Jinchūriki host, it would be easier prey.

In the stony halls of Iwagakure, Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki sat at his desk, deep in thought. The news of Rain’s destruction had reached even here.

Hanzō was no ordinary man. Ōnoki had fought alongside and against him. He knew the terror of facing the Salamander directly. He’d always thought it would take a coalition of villages—or the return of someone like Madara Uchiha—to defeat him.

Yet now, Hanzō was dead. Rain Shinobi Village? Vaporized.

Ōnoki slammed his cane against the floor. "Who the hell did this?!"

His son, Kitsuchi, stepped forward with intel. "We suspect Hanzō had aligned himself with Danzo Shimura of Konoha. The result was the destruction of Rain. The mission—likely authorized by Danzo—may have been executed by Kurama."

Danzo.

The man was a snake, a wart on the face of Konoha’s political sphere. Unlike Hiruzen Sarutobi, who kept his intentions public, Danzo operated in the shadows. And Kurama? That bastard was a walking WMD.

Kitsuchi spoke again. "There’s more, Father. Our ANBU intercepted signs that Killer Bee recently made contact with Konoha."

Ōnoki’s eyes narrowed. "Cloud and Konoha working together?"

That was a geopolitical nightmare.

If those two villages had aligned, it would mean a potential two-on-one scenario should war return. Iwa would be boxed in.

Ōnoki rubbed his temples. He wasn’t young anymore. His dreams of expanding Earth Country’s power had long since given way to pragmatism.

"We stay neutral. Focus inward. Strengthen our defense. If Kurama ever comes knocking... pray he doesn’t."

Back in a cold, dimly lit underground chamber, deep beneath the forests near Amegakure, Zetsu’s voice echoed against stone walls.

"Rain is gone. Flattened. Not a single trace of Hanzō or his men remains."

Across from him stood Tobi—the masked man, Obito Uchiha.

Behind them, seated and brooding, Nagato remained motionless. The Rinnegan in his eyes shimmered faintly in the dark.

"It should’ve been me who ended Hanzō," he muttered.

His tone dripped with resentment. "He was mine. That was my vengeance to take."

But someone had beaten him to it.

Obito tilted his head. "Interesting, isn’t it? That someone out there has the power to erase a shinobi village without even triggering a war."

Nagato scowled. "Whoever it is, they’ve drawn my attention. That level of power... it’s not normal. Not even bijū level."

Zetsu leaned closer. "Kurama."

The name dropped like a stone into a lake.

Obito grunted. "He’s collecting Tailed Beasts. That much is obvious now. First One-Tail, then Four-Tails... now he’s after Seven-Tails."

Nagato’s fingers twitched. The Akatsuki had once held that mission—to capture all nine Tailed Beasts and reshape the world through fear. Now someone else was doing it—and faster.

"The question is," Obito continued, "is Kurama trying to build his own Ten-Tails... or something even worse?"

Nagato’s mind raced. The paths to peace were narrowing. Akatsuki’s plans were being undermined by a lone nuclear force with no allegiances, no moral code, and no leash.

Elsewhere, in the ruins of what used to be Rain Shinobi Village, ash still fell from the sky like gray snow. Scorched buildings stood half-toppled. Blackened corpses littered the streets.

And amidst the rubble, a few wandering shinobi stared in disbelief.

"Did you hear? Rain’s gone."

"I went to the outskirts. There’s nothing left."

"I thought Rain was locked tight—how’d you get in?"

"Locked? Bro, the walls are gone. The village is a hole in the ground."

"How the hell did someone do this? Hanzō was a damn demigod. He gave the Sannin their name!"

"Doesn’t matter anymore. The world’s changing."

And change it did.

The era of measured diplomacy, of balanced Tailed Beast power and Cold War deterrence, was over.

Now, it was Kurama’s world.

And the rest of the ninja world was just trying to survive in it.

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