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QUESTION:- GUY'S DO YOU WANT TO SEE GOOD SHIBAI OTSUTSUKI?
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Arata didn't want Kurama just for his power. Well, maybe a little. But the real reason he wanted to become Kurama's Jinchūriki was because of Kurama's wisdom.
Kurama and the other Tailed Beasts had lived with the Sage of Six Paths. That meant Kurama had learned a lot from Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki—especially about Ninshū.
A thousand years of knowledge, all inside Kurama's head. That was way more valuable than just raw power.
If he could understand Ninshū, then combine it with his own techniques, he might even find a way to hurt the Ōtsutsuki. After all, Ninshū wasn't just about peace—what if he tweaked it? What if he weaponized it?
Arata smirked. Yeah. That could work.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He had already rescued most of the civilians, and the area was clear.
Then, slowly, strange lines started forming on his skin. A dot appeared on his forehead, connecting with the lines as they spread across his body.
The markings were brown—his own unique Sage Mode.
It took ten seconds to fully activate. Way slower than his father, who could do it in just an instant.
But still, Arata grinned.
"Not bad."
As Arata sensed his parents' presence in the Hokage's office, he focused.
Then—vanished.
In an instant, he reappeared outside the office. His unique teleportation technique, modified by the system, made it effortless.
Before stepping inside, he heard their conversation.
His father, Hashirama, was talking about sealing Kurama.
His mother, Mito Uzumaki, had just volunteered to become the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki.
Arata didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open and stepped in.
Both Hashirama and Mito turned to him, eyes wide in surprise.
"Mother. Father. Let me seal the Nine-Tails inside me."
Silence.
"What?!" Mito snapped, staring at him like he had lost his mind.
Even Hashirama looked stunned. He never wanted his wife to suffer—so how could he let his own son bear that burden? [Minato should Learn something Here]
Mito's hands clenched into fists.
Then, without warning, she raised her hand—ready to slap him.
Just as Mito was about to slap Arata, she suddenly stopped.
A voice interrupted.
It was Madara.
Hashirama had already sensed him coming, but Mito had been too focused on her son to notice.
As a mother, she didn't want Arata's life to be a burden. She wanted him to be free.
She turned toward Madara, narrowing her eyes.
Madara flinched.
He knew better than to interfere with an angry woman. That was an early death sentence.
"Mito, listen," Madara said, keeping his voice calm. "Thanks to Arata, we've achieved peace. What he's saying makes sense. At least hear him out."
Hashirama nodded in agreement.
Both he and Madara looked at each other, silently understanding that Arata deserved a chance to explain.
Arata took a deep breath.
"Father, I think I should do this. I have a huge amount of chakra, and maybe… maybe I can actually talk to Kurama and make him understand."
He paused, then added, "Besides, isn't it written in the old scrolls? If all the Bijū's chakra is combined into one, the result is harmony, right?"
Madara and Hashirama exchanged glances.
Mito, on the other hand, looked completely confused.
She made a mental note to ask her husband later what the hell was going on.
Arata turned to his mother.
"Mom, I know Kurama looks evil, but chakra itself isn't good or bad. And he's being controlled, right?"
Hashirama sighed. "Yes, son. He's under someone else's control."
"Indeed," Madara agreed.
Hashirama crossed his arms. "If Arata can tame the Nine-Tails, it would be a good thing. He might even be able to use its power when needed."
Madara smirked. "That's true. And honestly, I'd like to see if he can pull it off."
Mito exhaled. She still wasn't happy, but…
She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at Arata.
"Fine. Try it."
Hashirama placed a hand on Mito's shoulder. "If Arata gains Kurama's power, he'll be able to protect the village after Madara and I are gone."
Mito clenched her fists but said nothing.
Arata just grinned.
This was his chance.
For Mito, Arata and Hashirama were the most important people in her life.
She could sacrifice herself, but not her son.
Mito clenched her fists and spoke firmly, "I still say we should seal that beast inside me rather than Arata."
She had already decided to bear the burden. She had endured the pain of war and the duty of being an Uzumaki, but she refused to let her son carry this weight.
Arata stepped forward. "Mom, I'm already an adult. I want to protect the village too."
Mito's eyes widened slightly.
"You gave birth to me, and I know it was hard for you to raise me during constant wars. But I've grown up now. I can't always rely on you to protect me. I have to stand on my own."
His fists tightened. "Let me share this burden with you."
Then, he looked at his father. "Dad, let me do this. I've made up my mind. I will become the first Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails. I will master my abilities and make sure he never hurts anyone again!"
His voice was full of determination.
Mito stared at him, her heart aching, but also feeling a strange warmth.
She could see the conviction in her son's eyes.
Hashirama, too, looked at Arata with pride and relief.
Mito sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. "You're just like your father… Like father, like son."
Then, she turned serious. "Fine. I will release my Genjutsu from Kurama, and Hashirama, you remove your Deity Gates. We will seal him inside Arata."
Arata smirked. "No need. I already knocked him unconscious."
Madara chuckled from the side. "I like this kid."
Hashirama laughed. "Yes, yes, this will be good, my friend."
Mito, Hashirama, and Arata nodded at each other, then instantly body-flickered in front of the sealed Nine-Tails.