The Genjutsu Devil of Konoha

Anyway, he silently made his way back to his chambers. He would softly land in his room and see where his shadow clone was standing. He walked to that exact position—down to the last minute detail—before dismissing the clone and getting rid of the illusion. No smoke could be seen, for the simple fact that he didn't allow it. Clones could be poofed in two ways.

The first way... when they die, they poof into smoke. That could be used for distractions alongside many other things in battle, if you're smart and all. The other way is simply clone vanish no smoke—requires more chakra control, but yeah, it exists. When the clone poofed, he timed the release of the Genjutsu around the same time, so it just looked like he took a light break.

Nothing looked to be amiss. Seijuro sighed and looked at what his clone was doing.

The man seemed to be perfecting the fire jutsu. Hm, neat.

With a thoughtful look, he began skimming through his memories, wanting to see what the clone had done.

So it trained, then went to a shop nearby and bought some dango... Seijuro was beginning to feel bad. Here he was, paying with shadow clone money.

He needed some more bread. Hm, maybe he should get a second identity. Here he was, at 10 years of age, debating whether or not to give himself a second identity as a bounty hunter.

Wait, that could work.

His face wouldn't be defamed if he got caught—his bounty hunter self would. And while his main self could hold back, his bounty hunter self could finally let loose.

It could be the identity he used to face off against Tailed Beasts or something like that.

Though, he wondered what name he should go by. Seijuro Kurama was certainly off the table.

Maybe.

Aizen Sosuke

The name just appeared in his mind, as if it were meant to be.

Plus his dad name was Reizen Kurama, so he would be fine.

Hm, let him think of the look.

No glasses. Slicked-back hair. Piercing golden eyes. Confident look. Arrogant demeanor. Cocky attitude. And close to zero regard for human life.

Maybe throw in a god complex here and there.

And yeah, he had a personality. Yeah, he would do this later—maybe when he became a Chunin.

From Chunin onward, he could start shit out. And since Seijuro himself was basically Chunin-level already, this was draining.

He sighed, thinking about all the books he read about Tailed Beasts. He should have a proper style to fight them.

The One-Tail: Known for its ability to manipulate sand. Since it lived in the Village Hidden in the Sand, he was willing to bet a lot it knew Wind Style... So, when fighting it, use Fire Style to counter Wind Style, and Water Style to subdue the sand—you know, make it heavier. Even spread some gold dust in there if need be.

Two-Tails: From what he could see in the descriptions, it looked like a cat, so he expected fast speed. And maybe Fire Style, since the cat seemed to be made of blue flame. So Water Style. Currently, no Jinchuriki.

Three-Tails: He had a sneaking suspicion that Tailed Beasts had names. Oh well. Since it was in Kiri, its thing probably related to water in some way. Since it was a turtle, something like Coral Release or some shit like that. Using bombs could do.

Four-Tails: Since its user had been fighting in wars since the First Shinobi War, it's widely known that it uses Lava Style—a mix of Fire and Earth. So, a mix of Water and Lightning should do. So, Storm Release.

Five-Tails: Looked like a fusion of a horse and a dolphin. Hm. Its host, Han, was known for his physical strength, so... something related to that.

Six-Tails: Currently no Jinchuriki.

Seven-Tails: It's a bug, so it probably can fly. But currently, no Jinchuriki.

Eight-Tails: It's a squid. Probably has a Jinchuriki, no clue. All he knows is that it's in the Cloud Village.

Kurama: Yes... Seijuro named the strongest Tailed Beast after his clan. Bite him. He found it rather fun.

Plus, this one should be the easiest to get.

Sighing a bit, he planned on upgrading his knowledge of seals and then getting the Nine-Tails—not from Kushina, fuck that.

Just a piece of it would do, really.

Well, plans were done. He sighed a bit.

And only after this was done would he relax, as he knew that his chakra would max out at Elite Jounin level. And the best way to artificially grow it... is to become a pseudo-Jinchuriki. So he chose to do that.

Like this, he would finally have more chakra. Funny to think that his max chakra is the amount Nawaki could use at any time and still somehow have enough to spam 200 Shadow Clones.

Life truly was unfair sometimes.

Time Skip

Tsunade could be seen looking at her squad. It was the next day. Everyone was present.

"You all here? We will run to Konoha at full speed. We will take only two breaks, so if you need to pee or have to use the restroom, do it now. Do not get lost behind."

To be honest, none of them had to do shit. Seijuro's gaze would land on the guards. Hm. They didn't seem unguarded. Good. No one found out about him snooping around places his ass should not have been.