"In this war, the contestants will take five separate tracks. Whoever reaches the destination first wins."
"Since we have two newcomers this time, I, the great Kurama, will reiterate the specific rules."
Little Kurama swished his tails and nodded in satisfaction at the four people sitting obediently before him.
"First, the mounts for this competition are jointly provided by Hashirama and me, Kurama. Given certain unfortunate accidents in previous races, we have standardized the mounts' initial forms."
A mount the size of an ordinary horse slowly walked out, wearing a wooden shell sponsored by Hashirama.
"As you can see, this new set of mounts embodies my and Hashirama's painstaking work. It is an epoch-making product."
"Its arrival means that in the upcoming race, you won't suddenly find a spike under your butt while running, or discover halfway through that the power source inside the wooden shell has disappeared."
"Here, we simply must praise the great Kurama's powerful energy source. This is the core technology supporting the Shinobi World racing competition."
Kurama proudly introduced his masterpiece to the dumbstruck group.
Leaving aside the outer wooden shells, this race was essentially about riding Kurama around for fun.
But what was inside was actually just a mass of Nine-Tails chakra, with little consciousness of its own. Under Kurama's deliberate control, it could accept certain commands.
Coordinating with it, however, was something they would have to practice themselves.
Ignoring Hashirama's disgruntled gaze, Kurama continued explaining the rules.
"During the race, you may use your own ninjutsu to accelerate. However, you may not use space-type ninjutsu to reach the finish line directly."
Kurama glanced at a certain blond middle-aged man. Clearly, this rule was aimed at Minato.
After all, if everyone else was running along the ground while you used Flying Thunder God to teleport