Ever since meeting Shingetsu, Shukaku had been having terrible luck-or heading straight toward even worse luck.
First, the poor bastard had been thrashed by Shingetsu, setting a record by being sealed in just five minutes. Then two Hashiramas had joined forces to reinforce the seal.
Who else in the entire shinobi world had ever been "attended to" by those three terrors?
These past few days, he had also been forced to spend every day with Young Naruto, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Enemies saw red the moment they met, and with nothing else to do, Shukaku spent all day bickering with Kurama.
Worst of all, whenever he argued with Kurama, those two rotten brats, Young Naruto and Gaara, always sided with that stinking fox without a moment's hesitation!
It wasn't that Kurama was particularly popular. The main problem was that Shukaku's insults sounded awful, he talked enough to give anyone a headache, and his shrill voice made so much noise that neither boy could sleep...
Ahem. In short, isolated and helpless, Shukaku had tasted every flavor of life in this single week.
At long last, that annoying, stinking fox was gone, and the world had finally quieted down.
But the little Shukaku who suddenly appeared jumped straight onto Gaara's head and viciously clawed and scratched at the red-haired boy, trying to figure something out.
After all that fuss, though, little Shukaku achieved nothing except scratching loose a few strands of red hair. His offensive power was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes.
Never mind Gaara-even big Shukaku stared in disbelief. If this fellow hadn't apparently been another version of himself, with identical chakra fluctuations, he would have laughed for three days and nights!
What on earth was this thing that disgraced all tailed beasts?
In this world, Jinchūriki had never been