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

The current Uchiha Obito was no longer just another shinobi of his generation.

Watching this fight unfold, even those who had once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him—Asuma, Shiranui Genma, and Kakashi—couldn't help but admit it: Obito had become someone far beyond their reach.

It was just a shame that his path had twisted so far.

Now, on this blood-soaked battlefield, only Uchiha Obito remained standing against the monster known as Kurama.

Still, Obito wasn't afraid. If anything, he looked more confident than ever.

Staring Kurama down, a feral grin stretched across Obito's face.

"Teacher Kurama, this rotten world, and you along with it... won't exist for much longer."

Boom—

An eruption of intense chakra burst from Obito's body.

In a blaze of blue light, his Susanoo materialized—fully complete and towering over the terrain.

Another Perfect Susanoo.

Seriously, was there a discount on these things lately?

People watching through the Chakra Light Curtain couldn't help but scoff.

Uchiha Madara, the so-called ghost of the Uchiha, had just been obliterated by Kurama's overwhelming power. And now Obito was planning to take him on using the same technique?

Was he stupid or just suicidal?

But Obito wasn't the fool they thought.

His Susanoo wasn't like Madara's. He didn't just summon a giant glowing warrior and hope for the best.

Obito had a trump card.

Kurama's lips curled slightly, amused as he watched his former student.

In an instant, multiple dark-red tendrils shot out from behind Kurama, streaking through the air straight for Obito.

Obito's Susanoo may have been enormous, but that just made it a bigger target.

"Naive!"

Obito sneered. He wasn't about to fall for the same trick.

"As a shuriken!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Multiple giant shuriken launched from his Susanoo, slicing through the air. Their speed distorted the very atmosphere.

As they collided with Kurama's tendrils, space itself began to warp—an application of Kamui merged with Susanoo's attacks.

The tendrils twisted violently before being cleanly severed by the spatial distortion.

This was Obito's true power.

Madara's Susanoo? A brute.

Obito's? A tactician's blade.

For a moment, the entire shinobi world held its breath.

Obito's Susanoo wasn't just defensive like Madara's, nor was it focused solely on offense. It was both.

Powerfully aggressive, yet nearly impossible to strike.

"Damn... Obito's actually strong."

"Yeah... didn't think he'd be able to take on Kurama like this."

"Times really are changing."

All across the Five Great Nations, the watching shinobi whispered amongst themselves.

Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama? Legends of a bygone era.

But Obito's battle with Kurama? This was now. This was the present—and it was every bit as awe-inspiring, maybe more.

He'd already succeeded where Madara failed: deflecting Kurama's attack.

Obito couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.

"Kurama, sensei, how's my Susanoo looking now?"

Kurama folded his arms. "Not bad. I've seen worse."

Obito grinned wider. "Of course. Unlike that washed-up Madara, I'm the real deal."

Kurama blinked slowly. "...You've gotten cocky."

Even the Uchiha watching from the sidelines raised eyebrows.

Did he just call Madara trash?

Obito's arrogance was showing. But hey, what's youth without a little bravado?

It didn't matter if it was ego or confidence—he was stepping up.

From the shadows, Zetsu observed the exchange closely.

Obito was doing far better than expected. Perhaps there was still hope.

If Obito could win this... Infinite Tsukuyomi could still be realized.

Zetsu clenched what passed for fists.

"Come on, Obito... you can do this."

He needed Obito to win. Because trying to manipulate Kurama? That was like trying to convince a Bijuu to do paperwork—damn near impossible.

"Lava Release: Tailed Beast Bomb."

Kurama had no interest in playing around any longer.

A small orb of magma formed at the end of one tendril.

It looked tiny.

Deceptively tiny.

This was the same move that had erased Madara's Perfect Susanoo in one shot.

Hiss—

The tendril launched forward like a lightning bolt, magma bomb primed to obliterate anything in its path.

Inside the cyan Susanoo, Obito's eyes widened.

"Too fast."

If he didn't have his Kamui-enhanced vision, he wouldn't have even seen the attack.

Hiss!

The Tailed Beast Bomb phased right through his Susanoo.

Kamui again.

He'd phased his entire Susanoo into the Kamui dimension for a split-second.

That kind of reaction time?

Insane.

"These eyes... thank the Sage I was born with them," Obito muttered.

Without Kamui, he'd be dead ten thousand times over.

Kurama chuckled.

"Impressive. But how long can you keep it up?"

Kamui was a broken ability—but it had limits. Chakra. Timing. Prediction.

Even so, Obito's display had stunned the world.

Attack and defense in perfect synchronization.

Kurama, for the first time, seemed to be taking this seriously.

"Since everyone's showing off their Susanoo... guess I'll show mine."

The corner of Kurama's lips twitched upward.

He'd never used his Susanoo—not once since fusing with the Mangekyou Sharingan inherited from Uchiha Mikoto.

Time to unveil it.

BOOM!

An explosion of chakra detonated around Kurama.

Not just any chakra—this was something else entirely.

Crimson and azure chakra fused, roaring into the sky like a storm.

Even Obito's colossal Susanoo was blown back.

People watching around the world went pale.

"That chakra... it's absurd."

"This is more than what Hashirama had. More than any Jinchūriki..."

Hashirama had once displayed chakra reserves that stunned the world.

But compared to Kurama?

That had been child's play.

Obito inside his Susanoo couldn't even open his eyes from the sheer pressure.

Click. Click. Click—

Bone formed.

Sounded like the clattering jaws of death itself.

Kurama's chakra shaped into a skeleton.

Susanoo.

But this one... was black.

Pitch black.

It looked nothing like the others.

Uchiha Itachi's was red.

Uchiha Sasuke's—purple.

Madara's—blue.

Obito's—cyan.

Mikoto's Susanoo, used in her final clash with Danzo, was golden.

But Kurama's?

Black.

Black as void. As death.

A Susanoo of the Shinigami.

The world watched in silence as a new Shura descended onto the battlefield.

Obito's confidence twitched for the first time.

Kurama's power wasn't something you compared.

It was something you survived.

And even that... was a miracle.

"Now, Obito," Kurama said, his voice like thunder, "let's see what your perfect Susanoo can really do."

The stage was set.

God versus disciple.

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