Moryo and the Tailed Beasts

Nawaki looked at the disbelieving Miroku opposite him and smiled nonchalantly. "Impossible to kill? Not necessarily. There are ways to deal with it permanently."

Miroku looked at Nawaki's unconcerned expression and said solemnly, "I know Skywalker-sama is immensely powerful, but you must not underestimate the demon Moryo. Its true terror lies in its immortality. Given enough time, it can create an endless army of undead, and the entire world will be devoured. This is a lesson the ancestors of the Land of Demons learned through thousands of years, countless sacrifices, and endless bloodshed! If the demon could be killed, we would have done so long ago. But Moryo's body is extremely unusual. Even if it is divided into thousands of pieces, each piece can survive independently and even merge back together. Sealing it is the only way!"

"Lady Miroku, you misunderstand me." Nawaki shook his head with a smile. "Of course I understand the terror of an undead horde. It is like a snowball: the more it fights, the larger it grows, until it becomes a disaster that sweeps across the entire Shinobi World. The best course is to extinguish it at the source before it has the chance to grow. On that point, your country is right. But I never said the solution was to kill it. That would be far too wasteful. Have you never considered controlling Moryo and making its power your own?"

Miroku's expression turned even uglier. She said vigilantly, "Nawaki-sama, your idea is far too dangerous! Throughout the history of the Land of Demons, many madmen have tried to control the demon, but in the end, they all became Moryo's puppets and turned into immortal monsters! I hope you abandon such a dangerous notion, or the Land of Demons will regard you as its greatest