"Sharingan?!"
Kujo's mountain-sized tails froze in midair as his thoughts stirred, casting a vast shadow over the ground.
The brief pause prompted Mao, who was holding her fox ears, to gently pat one of them as a reminder. "Kurama, don't even think about slacking off. You've only learned the seventh form of Konoha-Style Swordsmanship!"
"I'm just working on mastering it!"
The flicker of ocular power across the ground in the distance brought back bad memories for the Nine-Tails. He swayed his head from side to side and gave a perfunctory snort.
There was no mistake!
Kurama, trying to focus on two things at once, vented his anxiety through his tails.
The Nine-Tails watched the shattered ground reflected in his foxlike eyes, then finally dispelled his negative emotions.
The memory of being ridden by Susanoo while it hacked away at the Moryo Stone Statues grew ever clearer in his mind.
Things were different now.
Back then, the power that had controlled him came from the Eternal Mangekyo. Now even the Three-Tomoe Sharingan could briefly suppress a Tailed Beast, to say nothing of the bizarre and unpredictable Mangekyo.
It was terrifying for a Tailed Beast.
"Good!"
"Keep it up, Kurama!"
"I don't need you to tell me that. I know perfectly well!"
The more uneasy Kurama felt, the more determination he summoned, hoping to drive the new nightmare from his mind.
But when he looked around at the other Tailed Beasts lounging about the farm, the Nine-Tails felt his anger rising.
All he could do was sigh. After all, they hadn't experienced the power of the Mangekyo, so he couldn't blame them.
He was just a little envious of those innocent minds that had never been beaten down by the Mangekyo.
That was the rueful thought that crossed the Nine-Tails' mind after