Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

Nine Tails Jinchūriki.

Konan's amber eyes shimmered, tears threatening to fall.

She would win. She had to win.

Though she'd never seen the Nine Tails in person, its legend echoed across the shinobi world. It was the apex predator, the most powerful of the nine tailed beasts—the one capable of leveling entire landscapes.

And now, the man standing before her wasn't just some shinobi. He was its Jinchūriki. Not a half-baked one, either. A perfect Jinchūriki, completely synchronized with the Nine Tails.

Hanzō of the Salamander wouldn't stand a chance.

But there was one problem—the Nine Tails needed to enter her body in the form of chakra.

Konan hesitated. Could such a thing even be done? Would she survive it?

Before she could find clarity—

A surge of dark red chakra surged toward her, slipping into her like a tide.

Her breath caught. Her body tensed. The sensation was… foreign. At first, pain, then overwhelming heat. It hurt. But not for long.

Gradually, her body adjusted.

It relaxed.

"Kurama-sama… have you entered my body?" she asked in her heart.

Kurama's voice was gruff but playful: "Yeah, I'm in. Now go raise hell in Rain. Find that half-withered relic. With me inside you, you've got the power to crush the entire village if you want."

Konan's eyes lit up.

She could feel it. A wellspring of power churning within her. Power unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

No more running.

No more hiding.

Today, Hanzō would pay.

With a burst of speed, Konan vanished from the spot.

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Inside Rain Shinobi Village, Hanzō of the Salamander sat in his fortress, brow furrowed in deep thought.

"The Rinnegan… In this backwater Rain Country? Impossible."

He still couldn't wrap his mind around it.

Those were the eyes of the Sage of Six Paths himself.

And that red-haired cripple… Nagato… he had them. The power that came with it was nearly godlike.

If it hadn't been for Konan being immobilized, Hanzō wouldn't have escaped that canyon ambush alive.

Now, he had to prepare.

He couldn't afford to wait for Nagato to strike first.

Instead, he'd strike preemptively.

Let Nagato rot in whatever hole he was hiding in—he couldn't run far. The cripple couldn't move without aid.

Hanzō grinned. "Let's see him escape a full mobilization."

Besides, the Rinnegan was far too valuable to risk being taken by another nation. He'd make sure Rain had it first.

As for Nagato?

He was disposable.

And that Konan woman… what happened at the canyon still gnawed at him.

He'd deployed over a hundred shinobi to kidnap her. That many should have sufficed, even against the Akatsuki.

Yet… not one returned.

Only Konan made it out alive.

How?

He didn't buy the idea that she had the power to defeat them all.

If she did, she wouldn't have let her comrades die.

No—someone else had interfered.

Who?

His mind wandered.

Danzo.

Konoha.

Was it them?

Possible.

Then—

Footsteps. Urgency.

A Rain shinobi burst in, armor soaked, voice frantic.

"Hanzo-sama! It's bad! It's really bad!"

Hanzō's eyes narrowed. "Calm yourself. Speak clearly. You're a shinobi, not a civilian. Don't embarrass us."

"Y-yes, Hanzo-sama! The Akatsuki woman… Konan… she's here!"

"She came alone?"

The old warlord chuckled darkly.

Even Tsunade of the Leaf—granddaughter of the First Hokage—wouldn't dare to storm Rain Village alone.

And this woman thought herself above the Sannin?

Amusing.

"Let's go," he ordered. "Time to see how delusional she is."

—

Outside, Rain Shinobi Village burned.

Konan was a crimson-stained angel of death.

Blood painted her black cloak. Her eyes burned with vengeance. Her wings, crafted from endless paper, cut through the sky.

Already, over forty percent of the Rain Shinobi stationed outside had fallen.

Though she didn't have the 600 billion explosive tags she'd once prepared for Tobi's trap, she didn't need them now. That had been a one-time gambit. But with Kurama's chakra infused into her being—

She was destruction incarnate.

Boom.

Another squad fell to her paper bombs.

Now, the angel had returned. And this time, no one would stop her.

From above, Konan hovered with her wings fully spread, casting a shadow over the entire village.

"Is she even killable?!"

"Physical attacks aren't working!"

"Use jutsu! Water Style! Fire Style!" someone shouted.

From the rooftops below, shinobi launched jutsu in every direction.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet!"

"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Bomb!"

Torrents of water twisted into massive serpents.

Waves of flame scorched the skies.

But Konan's wings danced between them. Water rolled off her—Kurama had hardened her paper with his chakra. Fire she dodged with grace.

Only oil could stop her now, and they didn't have it.

High above the chaos, she smirked.

"Old bastard still hiding? Then let's knock."

With a flick of her finger, a small, dense sphere of crimson energy formed.

A miniature Tailed Beast Bomb.

Thoom—

The explosion tore through the village center, flattening buildings, splitting streets.

A shockwave rolled outward, bodies and debris thrown skyward.

It wasn't as big as Naruto's Rasenshuriken or a full-sized Bijūdama, but it didn't need to be.

This was concentrated annihilation.

A black mushroom cloud rose, casting the battlefield in smoke and ash.

"Too strong… she's too strong!"

"We have to hold! Until Hanzo-sama arrives!"

The Rain shinobi gritted their teeth, regrouping.

They believed in their leader.

He had once stood alone against the three Sannin of Konoha—Tsunade, Jiraiya, Orochimaru.

He gave them their titles.

He was their god, their protector, their demigod.

Without him, Rain would have been crushed between the powers of Wind, Earth, and Fire.

Rain Village owed its survival to one man—Hanzō of the Salamander.

Who was this woman compared to him?

No matter how strong she seemed, the demigod would bring her down.

They just had to hold out a little longer.

She couldn't possibly take them all.

Could she?

In the distance, Konan's eyes scanned the village.

Her voice rang through the rain-drenched air.

"Hanzo! Come out and face me! Or must I level your entire village to draw you out?!"

No response.

She raised her hands.

More paper erupted from her sleeves, swirling into the form of dozens of clones, each armed with detonation tags glowing with Kurama's chakra.

She whispered, "Kurama-sama, thank you."

Kurama smirked within her mind. "This is just foreplay, sweetheart. When you're done playing, let's go full power."

Her face flushed slightly.

"P-pervert…"

But she didn't deny the thrill.

This power—it was intoxicating.

A Rain shinobi stumbled back in terror. "She's a demon!"

"No," whispered another. "She's an angel… of death."

And the angel was far from done.

She descended slowly, wings of sharpened paper rustling like blades.

Her clones detonated in succession, forming a ring of explosions that lit the night like fireworks.

She wanted Hanzō to feel her presence. Her wrath. Her grief.

This was justice.

For Yahiko.

For Nagato.

For Akatsuki.

The ground trembled as a new presence emerged from the smoke.

Hanzō of the Salamander had finally arrived.

His mask gleamed. His blade was ready.

They stared at each other through the fog of war.

And then—

Everything went quiet.

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