The Transmitted Nine-Tails Chakra

He raised both hands, spreading his fingers. Golden Nine-Tails Chakra drifted from his palms in every direction across the battlefield, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind. Those golden specks shone brilliantly amid the smoke, like tiny stars lit within the Ten-Tails' dark crimson glow.

"Everyone—"

Naruto's voice echoed across the battlefield. It lacked the deep resonance of Kurama Mode, lacked the amplification of the Yamanaka clan's sensory network. It was only his own voice—hoarse, ragged, still streaked with undried tears.

Yet that voice reached everyone's ears.

Not through ninjutsu, but through those golden specks of light—they landed on every person, on every trembling hand, every pair of eyes that had not given up, every heart that still beat.

"Hold out your hands! I'm sharing the Nine-Tails' Chakra—with all of you!"

For one brief moment, the battlefield fell silent.

Then—

The first hand reached out. It was Lee. Both his hands were wrapped in bandages, and the skin beneath them had already been burned black by the backlash of the Eight Inner Gates. Yet he lifted his arms above his head and spread his fingers, as though catching something invisible falling from the sky.

Golden motes settled into his palms like snowflakes on warm skin, melting silently and flowing soundlessly into his blood. His body jolted violently in that instant—it was not a Kurama Mode Chakra cloak. There was no golden fox silhouette, no nine tails. There was only a warmth, as though he had been thoroughly bathed in sunlight, spreading from head to toe. It flowed through his charred skin, through muscles aching to the point of tearing, through organs exhausted to the brink of stopping.

Golden motes landed on Guy's shoulder. His right arm had been completely numb, but after that warm Chakra flowed through it, his fingers—the