Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina-Chapter 218 : Six Paths Pain

In the world of the Infinite Tsukuyomi, Obito would create the real Rin.

The Rin who stayed by Kurama’s side was merely a dream. A fabrication. A ghost of what he wished.

"Teacher Kurama, don’t let me down."

Beneath the mask, Obito smirked, eyes glowing with ambition.

And with that, he vanished into the swirling space-time rift.

Land of Lightning. Hidden Cloud Village.

Dodai and Ay stormed into the Raikage’s office, breath heavy and faces grim.

Third Raikage looked up and smiled knowingly. "So, Seven Tails has fallen into Konoha’s hands? No... to be specific, into the hands of Nine Tails Kurama?"

Dodai gave a slight nod. "Raikage-sama, confirmed."

Their ANBU had returned from Takigakure with grim news: the battlefield was littered with corpses, all Takigakure shinobi. Seven Tails was gone. The conclusion was obvious.

Kurama had succeeded.

"Ha ha ha! Excellent!" the Third Raikage roared with laughter.

This outcome was ideal.

Tailed Beasts should be controlled by their own. Kurama, the Nine Tails himself, was a god among them. Third Raikage had clashed with him during the Third Shinobi War—a formidable force, and, surprisingly, a reasonable one.

Not just a beast. A presence.

More importantly, Kurama wielded chakra like a living nuclear warhead. Most villages didn’t even comprehend his true power.

But the Cloud did.

And they were smart enough not to provoke him.

Sand, Rain—they fell because they underestimated that power.

Now, no village possessed Tailed Beasts. Not Sand, not Mist, not even Rain. Not even minor villages.

Balance.

Before, Hashirama had tried to distribute the Tailed Beasts to maintain peace. But war kept breaking out.

Because as long as one held Nine Tails, there could never be equality.

Now? No one had them.

Except Kurama.

The Third Raikage smirked. Let him have them. Let him be the deterrent.

Peace was precious. And Cloud would not be foolish.

Fire Country. Konoha.

Kurama rested for a few days upon returning from the Takigakure massacre.

At Kushina’s home, it was quiet. Just the three of them—Kurama, Kushina, and her devoted handmaid, Garura.

Tsunade, of course, had her own massive Hokage estate. But she often came over to stay the night.

For the company.

Or maybe, for Kurama.

Kurama, on the other hand, sometimes visited her. Her walls weren’t soundproof enough to handle him daily, though.

Rin’s apartment.

Kurama and Rin had reconciled. Old wounds were healing.

But Obito’s shadow loomed.

Rin’s eyes, delicate yet searching, stared into his. "Master Kurama... is Obito really a traitor?"

Kurama sighed. "Maybe. The Uchiha said he hasn’t returned to the clan in years. No word in the village either."

"Why... why would he leave? The village was good to him."

"Ambition, Rin. People change."

Tsunade had asked if Obito should be listed as a missing-nin.

Kurama gave the nod.

The result? Obito was officially classified as an A-Rank Rogue Ninja.

ANBU were given orders: capture if possible. Kill if resisted.

Though, truth be told, Obito’s current power warranted an S-Rank listing.

After soothing Rin’s heart, Kurama vanished via Flying Thunder God, reappearing at a familiar home.

Konan’s residence.

Konan stood by her window, watching Konoha’s skyline.

So different from Amegakure, her old home.

There, it rained year-round. Here, sunshine warmed her face.

"So this is Konoha," she murmured. "It truly is one of the Five Great Nations."

The wealth, the peace, the light—it was almost foreign.

Then she felt it. A strong arm, rough and warm, wrapped around her waist.

She froze.

Then a low chuckle tickled her ear.

"What are you staring at, beauty?"

Konan exhaled, tension leaving her shoulders.

"Lord Kurama... don’t scare me like that. I almost exploded a paper bomb."

Kurama chuckled again.

"Scared you? I better make up for that."

"Oh? How exactly will you compensate me?"

She turned, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Let you see how strong the little Nine Tails can be."

0...

Days later.

Nagato arrived in the Land of Fire, leading the Six Paths of Pain.

Konoha loomed ahead, nestled in its forest cradle.

Nagato stood high in the trees, eyes cold.

"Peaceful little village..."

Seven figures stood together, draped in black cloaks adorned with red clouds.

From this moment on, the world would feel pain.

And it would begin here—in Konoha. Strongest of the Great Nations.

The Land of Fire had flourished. Economically. Militarily. Culturally.

Perhaps too much.

Nagato clenched his fists.

This place had not been baptized by suffering.

They could never understand him.

Only pain could create understanding.

And so, they would learn.

Zetsu emerged from the forest floor like a shadow.

"Nagato, shall we divide forces like last time? Spread the Six Paths, strike from multiple sides?"

In the original invasion, Pain had led with the Animal Path, drawing attention while the others attacked different sectors.

But not this time.

Nagato’s body was whole. Strengthened by Hashirama’s cells, his chakra reserves had surged.

He didn’t need to scatter his power.

No more subtlety.

They would walk through the front gates.

Let the world witness Pain’s wrath.

Let Konoha understand what true suffering was.

Let them feel the pain of those they had crushed in their peace.

Let the gods descend.

And make war.

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