Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina-Chapter 40 - : Shukaku Absorbed(Bonus - )

The Jinchūriki of the One-Tail was dead, and Shukaku had vanished without a trace.

No signs of the beast remained within Sunagakure.

The next day, within the confines of the Sand Village, the council of high-ranking shinobi convened.

The Third Kazekage sat at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over the gathered figures: Rasa, Chiyo, and Ebizō. The air in the war chamber was thick with tension, their expressions grim.

The death of the Jinchūriki, Bunpuku, had been completely concealed from the outside world. The village could not afford to let this information leak.

At least, not immediately. The loss of a tailed beast was an event that could shake the balance of power between the Great Nations. And Sunagakure, already struggling in political conflicts, could not afford further instability.

Still, history had proven that the use of tailed beasts in war was a rarity. Whether it was the First Shinobi War or the Second, no village had truly dared to deploy a Jinchūriki as a weapon. None had mastered complete control over their beast.

Unleashing a tailed beast in battle was reckless—a double-edged sword that would cut down both friend and foe alike.

No village was willing to take such a risk, sacrificing hundreds of their own in exchange for enemy casualties.

And worse, the tailed beasts bore nothing but hatred for their human captors. If unleashed, their wrath was indiscriminate.

To the major villages, the tailed beasts were like forbidden weapons.

Never meant to be used.

But necessary to possess.

A masked ANBU agent stepped forward, bowing before Kazekage. His voice was steady, though the weight of his words was not lost on the room.

"Lord Kazekage, we have investigated the matter thoroughly. There are no clear leads regarding the death of Bunpuku."

Silence.

The implications were unsettling. Bunpuku had lived under constant surveillance. His movements had been restricted, his existence a closely monitored secret.

If there had been no external force, then perhaps... he had simply chosen to die, seeking one final moment of freedom before his end.

And with that, the One-Tail had disappeared.

A possibility.

But if it wasn't the case, if there had been an enemy behind this...

If an intruder had managed to kill the Jinchūriki, slaughter his guards, and extract Shukaku—all without leaving a single trace...

Then Sunagakure was in far greater danger than they could comprehend.

"If it was an enemy," one of the council members muttered darkly, "ninety-nine percent chance it was Konoha."

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Konoha and Suna were at odds. Their shinobi had clashed multiple times.

But there was a problem with that assumption.

Sunagakure's elite forces had searched through the night, combing every inch of land, and found no trace of an enemy presence. No Konoha shinobi, no battle remnants, no trails.

Nothing.

To infiltrate so deep, eliminate a Jinchūriki, and steal a tailed beast without a single trace...

Even the fabled Sannin of Konoha could not accomplish such a feat.

BAM!

The Third Kazekage slammed his fist against the table, his iron grip twisting the wood beneath his fingers. His expression darkened, teeth clenched in frustration.

"Damn it. Has this turned into a ghost story!?"

The most powerful military weapon of Sunagakure was gone, and they had no answers. If this leaked, their village would become a laughingstock among the other Great Nations.

This mystery would not leave these walls.

As far as the world was concerned, the One-Tail Jinchūriki still existed.

The meeting was declared classified. The disappearance of Shukaku would remain a state secret, locked within the annals of Sunagakure's shadowed history.

And yet, the irony of fate would soon reveal itself.

For the Third Kazekage himself would soon become another unsolved mystery in Suna's dark history.

With the rise of Sasori, the truth behind his fate would eventually be unraveled.

A Sand ANBU agent suddenly stepped forward, bowing before the Kazekage.

"Lord Kazekage, we have received an urgent report from the battlefield."

"Speak."

"We have eliminated over half of Konoha's shinobi forces that entered the Land of Wind. Though we suffered heavy casualties of our own, the operation was a success."

For the first time that day, the Kazekage exhaled in relief. At least, some victory had been salvaged.

Had they failed, Sunagakure would have suffered humiliation on all fronts. Their strategy had worked. This time, it was the Hokage who had underestimated them.

Konoha's forces had been lured into Sunagakure's trap, their shinobi cut down before they could mount an effective counterattack.

The Third Hokage had overstepped, believing that he could strike at Suna without repercussions.

Instead, he was the one who had been humbled.

And yet, even as Suna claimed this minor victory, there was no room for celebration.

The loss of the One-Tail was far more devastating than any small battlefield triumph.

All of Sunagakure was on high alert.

The iron sand in the Kazekage's grip crumbled to dust between his fingers.

The war council adjourned.

Far from the tense walls of the Kazekage's chambers, an old woman sat in the quiet solitude of her home.

Chiyo.

Awaiting her return was her grandson.

Sasori was only ten, yet his skill with puppetry already exceeded expectations. He had crafted two of his finest creations—a pair of human-like puppets modeled after his own mother and father.

Chiyo's gaze softened.

Such talent.

A child with a promising future in Sunagakure.

As she traced the delicate craftsmanship of the puppets, her mind wandered to bitter memories. Her hands clenched, her grief igniting into anger.

The White Fang of Konoha.

The man who had taken her son from her.

A deep, simmering hatred burned in her chest.

She would bring her son back. No matter the cost.

Sasori turned, his youthful voice cutting through the silence.

"Grandmother, something happened in the village today, didn't it?"

Chiyo looked down at him, forcing a gentle smile onto her face.

"Nothing to worry about, child. The Third Kazekage is the strongest. He will protect Sunagakure."

Sasori's gaze lingered.

"The strongest Kazekage..." he murmured.

Meanwhile, three figures moved swiftly through the trees, their mission complete.

Kushina Uzumaki team were making their return to the Land of Fire.

Their objective had been clear: eliminate Suna's forces at the border. And they had done so.

Mikoto glanced at Kushina, curiosity sparking in her dark eyes.

"Hey, Kushina, stop being so smug and tell us what you did last night. You stirred up a hell of a storm in Suna."

Kushina grinned, her crimson hair catching the moonlight.

"Well..." she chuckled, "that's because their Jinchūriki is dead."

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