Just as Kumoi prepared to analyze further, attempting to pry open that stubborn psychological defense, a gentle female voice carrying undeniable urgency passed directly through the sealing space's connection, entering the depths of Kumoi's consciousness—it was Mito Uzumaki:
"Kumoi, time is nearly up.
The sealing fluctuations are intensifying, and I must begin preparing to pull you back.
To make a long story short, do not linger to prevent unforeseen events."
Kumoi's heart chilled slightly, knowing that external time was pressing.
He immediately responded in his heart:
"Understood, Ma'am.
I will say a few last words to it, and then I'll come out."
"Hurry."
Mito's voice carried concern and decisiveness.
Kumoi refocused on the Nine-Tails before him, his pace quickening, but every word carried weight:
"Kurama, I don't have much time, just a few final words. I hope that next time we meet, we can truly begin an equal dialogue."
Although the Nine-Tails still tilted its head with an expression of disdain, its huge ears twitched imperceptibly, clearly listening.
"I know that you Tailed Beasts have always been waiting, or rather, sensing in the dark the emergence of that 'Child of Prophecy'.
You know the Sage of Six Paths' prophecy better than anyone."
Kumoi's words caused the Nine-Tails' body to stiffen slightly:
"That person who can truly understand you and lead a revolution will eventually appear.
In my view, blindly hating all humans will only make you run counter to that future opportunity that might change everything."
He paused, his gaze as deep as a starry sky:
"The past cannot be changed; Madara Uchiha manipulating you is a fact, and Lord Hashirama sealing you is also a fact.
But the future can be shaped.
Whether to use this hatred as an eternal shackle or transform it into one of the driving