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QUESTION:- WHAT DO YOU THINK WHO IS MORE POWERFULL IZUKU MIDORIYA OR NARUTO(4th Shinobi War)?
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"Hashirama, what happened? I sensed an enormous chakra," Mito said.
She had been teleported along with Hashirama and was concerned, but also confused. She had felt the monstrous chakra, yet she hadn't run away. But now, her husband had suddenly brought her to the Hokage Office.
"Mito-chan, we have to seal the Nine-Tails. It appeared out of nowhere," Hashirama said seriously. "You're an Uzumaki… is there something you can do?"
Mito turned to look outside and saw the Nine-Tails, its massive form restrained by Madara and her huaband woodstyle . The beast struggled, its eyes glowing with the Sharingan, proof that Madara was controlling it.
"So, Madara is the one keeping the Nine-Tails in check with his Mangekyō Sharingan," Hashirama muttered. "We need to act fast before something goes wrong."
Mito nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation.
"Madara won't be able to keep the Nine-Tails under a genjutsu forever," Hashirama continued. "For now, he and I can handle it. But what about the next generation? If the beast breaks free later, it could destroy everything. We need a long-term solution."
Mito stayed silent for a moment, thinking.
"Sealing it…" she finally said. "Anata, its chakra is too massive. We can't seal it inside a scroll, a kunai, or even a stone tablet. The only thing that can hold such a beast is a living Uzumaki body—someone with strong enough chakra to keep the seal stable and prevent it from breaking."
She took a deep breath.
"I will seal it inside myself."
Hashirama's eyes widened. "What?!"
Mito looked straight at him, her face calm but determined.
Hashirama clenched his fists. He didn't want his wife to suffer. But if they didn't contain the Nine-Tails, it would become a disaster in the future if the beast goes in wrong Hands and if it reach the hand of that Immortal who was causing war then it will be Huge DISASTER. He couldn't be the only one controlling it forever.
After a long silence, he sighed.
"But this isn't a permanent solution," Mito continued. "The seal will only last as long as I do. When I die, the Nine-Tails will be released."
Her gaze shifted to the massive beast struggling outside, still trapped under Hashirama's Wood Style: Gracious Deity Gates. The Sharingan in its eyes was proof that it was under Madara's control.
Mito continued, "As I said, this isn't a long-term solution. So, the only way is to pass it down from one generation to the next. When I can't hold on anymore due to old age , someone else will have to take my place and seal the Nine-Tails within themselves. Then, when their time comes, they will do the same. And this cycle will continue," Mito said firmly.
She knew sealing the Nine-Tails wasn't the real problem. The real issue was: What happens after she dies? Everyone ages, and everyone eventually dies. The Uzumaki Clan wouldn't always be there to provide a suitable Jinchūriki. She couldn't just demand that an Uzumaki child always be chosen. It wouldn't be fair.
Meanwhile, Arata was busy helping civilians—guiding them to safety and using his Wood Style to pull survivors from beneath the rubble. Many people were praising him for his efforts.
Then, suddenly—
Ding!
A voice echoed in his head.
"The Nine-Tails has been summoned here by Black Zetsu. Choose one of the following options:"
Let your mother become the first Jinchūriki of Kurama. Do not interfere.
Reward: Ichiraku Ramen's secret recipe.
Sign a summoning contract with Kurama and become good friends with him, just like Naruto did.
Reward: Strong affinity with all Tailed Beasts, including the Ten-Tails. They will acknowledge you.
Become the first Jinchūriki of Kurama yourself and be hailed as the hero of the village.
Reward: Absorb ability (Based on Naruto World only) that allows you to transform others into Chakra Pills. The more chakra they have, the stronger the pill will be. For example, if you absorb a person, they will turn into a pill that you can consume .If you absorb a Tailed Beast, it will turn into an incomplete chakra fruit, red in color. However, if you absorb the planet's chakra, it will work like a God Tree."
"This technique allows you to drain a planet's chakra without needing the Ten-Tails."
Arata's eyes widened. "What?! That's insane!"
He blinked, staring at the system message. His mind raced.
"What the hell is this power?!"
He quickly read through the three options again.
Let his mother become the first Jinchūriki of Kurama. – No way. He wasn't letting that happen.
Sign a summoning contract with Kurama. – Pointless because black zetsu can easily get kurama .And That wasn't what he wanted.
Become the Jinchūriki of Kurama himself. – This… this was it. This was the best choice.
Arata grinned. He had plans. Big ones. Becoming Kurama's Jinchūriki would fit perfectly into them.
He had already started putting things in motion, and now, he needed Kurama more than anything.