Nine-Tails Rebellion, Konoha's Grief

In the fifty-first year of Konoha, early winter arrived. A chill had quietly descended upon the Land of Fire, yet the Hidden Leaf Village remained immersed in the peaceful calm of postwar recovery. The new policies and vitality brought by the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, seemed like warm sunlight, gradually dispelling the gloom left behind by years of war. People looked forward to a peaceful future, utterly unaware that the shadow of disaster was approaching in the cruelest and most unexpected way.

That night, the moon shone brightly amid sparse stars, yet the sky carried a faint, ominous blood-red tint.

Without warning, a terrifying roar powerful enough to tear apart souls erupted above Konoha! Filled with endless hatred, savagery, and the desire to destroy, it instantly awakened the entire village!

Terrified villagers rushed from their homes, only to witness a hellish sight they would never forget--

An unimaginably enormous demon fox was rampaging through the village, its nine colossal tails sweeping like mountain ranges! Its body was shrouded in tangible crimson chakra. A single sweep of its tail effortlessly flattened several buildings! One swipe of its claws carved bottomless ravines into the earth! Its malevolent chakra spread like a physical plague, weighing on everyone's chest until they nearly vomited!

"Nine-Tails! It's the Nine-Tails!"

"Help! Run!"

Panic spread instantly like an epidemic. Screams, cries, and the thunderous collapse of buildings intertwined, transforming the tranquil night into a bloody hell.

Konoha's response was swift. Countless ninja charged at the Nine-Tails without regard for their lives, attempting to halt the world-ending monster with ninjutsu, Explosive Tags, and even their own flesh and blood. Yet before the Nine-Tails' absolute power, their attacks seemed utterly futile. Countless ninja, like mantises trying to stop a chariot, were reduced to dust beneath its claws, fangs, and tails.