Perfect Jinchuriki

In the dense jungle stood an open clearing, where a waterfall flowed.

Water streamed down the cliff like a supple ribbon of silk before gathering in a small pool at its base. The water was crystal clear, and fish could be seen everywhere along the riverbed.

At the center of the pool stood a stone platform roughly five meters across, carpeted in grass. It complemented the azure water beautifully, creating a breathtaking sight.

Killer B slowly walked before the waterfall. This was an important place on Turtle Island—the Waterfall of Truth.

As long as one sat before the Waterfall of Truth and focused, they could enter their own spiritual world. The waterfall would then become a mirror reflecting their true self.

Rumor had it that only ninjas who truly faced their own dark side could successfully pass the Waterfall of Truth's trial.

In that sense, it was rather similar to Izanami. Both required one to recognize oneself.

Chakra clung to Killer B's feet, sending ripples across the water as he walked to the stone platform in the middle of the lake. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He focused his mind, and soon the scene before him shifted as the Waterfall of Truth appeared once more.

A shadow slowly emerged from the waterfall.

"Never thought you'd make up your mind to come find me. Looks like Motoi's advice really worked."

The man who looked exactly like Killer B mocked him.

The familiar rap, the familiar lines... Honestly, Killer B found it rather refreshing. After all these years, he had never heard anyone else spout rap.

Though in a sense, the other person was also himself.

Dark Killer B curled his lips into a smile. "Does hearing me make you feel all warm and familiar?

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