The Nine-Tails immediately recalled the Six Paths Sage's final words.
I do not have much time left.
Shukaku, Matatabi, Isobu, Son Goku, Kokuō, Saiken, Chōmei, Gyuki, Kurama.
Even if you are scattered across the world, you will always be together. One day, you will become one.
Bearing your own names, in a way utterly different from before.
Unlike when you were inside me, you will receive proper guidance and learn what true power is.
Until that day comes...
That had also been the Nine-Tails' only time shedding tears since the day it was born...
Yet what it found hateful was that, throughout the Shinobi World's thousand-year history, there had always been people coveting them Tailed Beasts.
Especially those people it hated to the bone: Uchiha Madara, Hashirama Senju, Mito Uzumaki, Kushina Uzumaki, and the Masked Man.
And now, Naruto.
Whether it had been controlled through a summoning contract or sealed within a Jinchuriki, all it had ever known was pain and restraint.
It was nothing like what the old man had said—that they would be given proper guidance and taught what true power was.
But this time, sensing the Chakra within Senya reignited a flame called hope in its heart.
"Could the person the old man spoke of be this Senya Uchiha?"
The Nine-Tails considered it, then quickly rejected the thought.
After all, in its mind, the Uchiha clan was even more hateful than the Senju and Uzumaki.
At least when it was sealed, it could retain its sense of self. Uchiha control meant watching helplessly as someone else commandeered and drove its body, which was even more suffocating.
"Damned Uchiha clan. Rather than believe that you're the person the old man spoke of..."
"I'd rather give this brat the advantage!"
After some thought, such an idea took root in