For the Three Tails to escape from its current predicament, even without the suppression of the sealing technique, it would need to overpower Mizuki Ryosuke on the plane of consciousness.
But that was impossible.
It couldn't escape. It couldn't win in a direct fight. What options did it have left?
After pondering for a while, the Three Tails came up with its only viable strategy.
If it couldn't fight back, then it could at least refuse to cooperate.
A direct retreat—withdrawal into its shell—was its last resort. If it curled up and refused to interact, what could Mizuki Ryosuke possibly do to it?
Just as the Three Tails was smugly settling into its stubborn defiance, an unexpected sound echoed through the consciousness space, catching its attention.
Seeing the Three Tails retract completely into its shell, activating what could only be described as a sulking mode, Mizuki Ryosuke was momentarily speechless.
However, this did not mean he was out of options.
On the contrary, now was the perfect moment to completely subdue the Three Tails.
Mizuki Ryosuke was fully aware that the beast had already displayed a tendency to submit. It was best to strike while the iron was hot.
With that thought, Mizuki Ryosuke dropped all pretense.
It was time for a final confrontation.
In an instant, the scenery within the consciousness space shifted drastically.
As the master of this domain, Mizuki Ryosuke had full control over it. He could manipulate it to replay any scene from his memories.
The once formless space transformed, re-creating the dimly lit underground chamber of the Anbu headquarters.
At the center of the illusion, Mizuki Ryosuke stood face-to-face with Uchiha Madara.
From inside its shell, the Three Tails peeked out cautiously, its curiosity piqued by the sudden change.
But the moment it laid eyes on that man, a deep-rooted fear shuddered through its colossal body.
The emaciated figure, with sunken eyes and streaks of white hair—Uchiha Madara.
Mizuki Ryosuke immediately felt the Three Tails tremble.
Like all tailed beasts, the Three Tails feared only a handful of individuals in the entirety of history.
The first was the Sage of Six Paths, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo—their creator, the one who had gifted them life and free will.
The second was Senju Hashirama, whose wood release chakra chains had once shackled the beasts, subduing them with overwhelming might. Despite their fear, many of the tailed beasts respected Hashirama's benevolence.
The last—and the one they truly dreaded—was Uchiha Madara.
His Mangekyō Sharingan had turned them into mindless slaves, his control absolute. He wielded them as tools, disregarding their will entirely.
Even the Nine Tails, the strongest of them all, had been reduced to nothing more than a puppet in his hands.
The Three Tails had thought Uchiha Madara was long dead.
For decades, it had remained in the Land of Water, sealed within its various hosts, watching the tides of war shift. But Madara… he should be gone.
And yet, here he was.
"Uchiha Madara…!"
Panic surged through the Three Tails' voice.
"That's impossible! He should have died decades ago!"
Even the First Mizukage, who had been of the same generation, had long since turned to dust.
And yet, Madara stood before it once more.
"Not only is he alive," Mizuki Ryosuke's voice was calm and cutting, "but he is actively executing the Eye of the Moon Plan."
The Three Tails froze.
Mizuki Ryosuke continued, detailing how Madara intended to gather all nine tailed beasts, recombine them into the Ten Tails, and become its Jinchūriki.
The moment the Three Tails heard this, its massive body visibly tensed.
"Impossible!"
"That can't be!"
Its massive voice boomed through the consciousness space, echoing with sheer disbelief.
But Mizuki Ryosuke remained silent, merely watching the Three Tails with unwavering certainty.
Slowly, the beast began to calm, though its expression remained deeply troubled.
After a long pause, the Three Tails rumbled, "How do you even know this…?"
Without a word, Mizuki Ryosuke altered the illusion again.
The memory of his first encounter with Uchiha Madara played before the Three Tails' eyes.
And at that moment, the reality sank in.
The information was too specific—too detailed to be fabricated.
The Three Tails knew, without a doubt, that if the Eye of the Moon Plan succeeded, the Nine Tailed Beasts would cease to exist.
Their identities, their consciousness—erased, forever consumed by the Ten Tails.
And if that happened… they would truly die.
"Three Tails, you know what will happen if Madara succeeds," Mizuki Ryosuke spoke firmly.
"His plan is a disaster, not just for humanity, but for your kind as well."
"That's why I need your help."
Silence.
The Three Tails contemplated deeply.
Then, slowly, it began to emerge from its shell.
Its crimson eye locked onto Mizuki Ryosuke's gaze, as if searching for deception.
But all it found was determination.
For a brief moment, it hesitated.
Then, with a heavy sigh, the Three Tails finally spoke.
"…Fine."
"I will lend you my power."
A torrent of monumental chakra surged into Mizuki Ryosuke's body.
It was vast, an overwhelming flood of energy that seemed limitless.
For a fleeting moment, Mizuki Ryosuke felt as if he could challenge the gods themselves.
As the sensation stabilized, he smiled.
"Mizuki Ryosuke," the Three Tails' voice rumbled, "from now on, I will fight by your side."
In response, Mizuki Ryosuke extended his fist.
The Three Tails was taken aback at first, then let out a deep, amused rumble.
With one of its enormous limbs, it gently tapped Mizuki Ryosuke's fist.
Despite the vast difference in size, at this moment, there was an undeniable sense of harmony.
"Isobu…"
Mizuki Ryosuke murmured.
That was the name of the Three Tails.
"Yeah," Isobu muttered.
Then, Mizuki Ryosuke smirked mischievously.
"Can I call you 'Jenny' from now on?"
A shudder ran through Isobu's massive body.
"Absolutely not!"
The instant it heard the nickname, Isobu felt an ominous chill—as if some great cosmic force had cursed the idea itself.
Seeing its reaction, Mizuki Ryosuke couldn't help but laugh heartily.
They chatted for a while longer before Mizuki Ryosuke finally sensed his team stirring awake.
With a parting nod, he exited the consciousness space.
As he left, Isobu prepared to return to slumber.
But then, something caught its attention.
Through Mizuki Ryosuke's perception, the world outside played vividly within the consciousness space.
Watching the real world unfold in real-time, Isobu rumbled in amusement.
"Hmph. This kid…"
For the first time in centuries, Isobu felt content.
And so, instead of sleeping, it stayed awake—watching the live performance unfold before its eyes.
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