Don't Come to Konoha

True feelings have never been able to withstand time, while schemes are what truly win people's hearts.

The Nine-Tails might be arrogant, but it had not an ounce of coyness, and winning it over was still a distant prospect.

After all, humans had hurt it too much.

Anyone living peacefully in the wild who was suddenly captured and locked up would have had enough, too.

Really, what had it ever done to deserve this?

Clearly, getting it to calm down was not something that could be solved with a simple apology.

Moreover, when it came to dealing with the Nine-Tails, Nami could not make things too explicit. Once she did, it would stop working. Tsunade had absolutely no knack for understanding this sort of thing. When dealing with the dog, she either beat it or scolded it, and casually extracted Chakra by force, wearing the face of a slave owner. It would have been strange if the Nine-Tails submitted willingly.

Tsunade could not be blamed entirely, either. By instinct, she felt that the Nine-Tails was no good either.

When dealing with a vicious dog, one had to be even more vicious to keep it under control. One could not afford to show weakness.

Emotionally speaking, this little bit of grievance was nothing to the Nine-Tails.

Nami had played the bad cop, but Tsunade had not played the good cop at all.

Although the enemy of one's enemy was a friend, Tsunade was clearly cut from the same cloth as Nami. The Nine-Tails had seen through them completely after all these years.

Faced with Nami's proposal and threat, the Nine-Tails showed no reaction.

It had the right to remain silent.

Its eyes were filled with ferocity.

Just like stray dogs wandering in the wild, brimming with wariness toward humans.

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