Moving was something the Nine-Tails absolutely hated.
Especially moving from an old house it had lived in for decades to a cramped little apartment.
The old woman named Mito was at the end of her strength. Her chakra was like a leaky lantern, so faint it could go out at any moment.
It probably wouldn't be long before she died.
What a shame. I'm almost sorry to see her go.
But just like First Senju Hashirama, who had dominated an entire era, no matter how powerful someone was, they would eventually grow old and die.
If even Senju Hashirama couldn't escape that fate, what chance did this fragile woman have?
The Nine-Tails yawned.
At that moment, those damned golden chains were dragging it toward another, younger, livelier Uzumaki, stuffing it inside like an unwilling beast being hauled to a new pen.
Hmph. It was just trading one childish cage for another.
The golden chains carried the scent of the new cage.
A red-haired little girl named Kushina.
The Nine-Tails remembered her. When she'd come to "look at the place," she'd shouted at it through the bars of the seal, not knowing her place, saying something like, "You stinky fox! Hiroki will definitely help me tame you!"
The fox found that laughable.
Tame it? These fragile humans, who lived only from dawn to dusk?
Wait—tree?
Was that the brat who'd stumbled in by accident?
The Nine-Tails' mountain-sized beastly eyes shifted slightly.
Its gaze could easily pierce through this fake forest, unconsciously constructed from Uzumaki Mito's memories. Soon, it fixed on the uninvited guest who had suddenly entered its territory.
A black-haired human brat.
Was he the one called Hiroki? He looked ordinary enough: two eyes, one nose, and two hands. Nothing special.
He had no horns or third eye.
He didn't