"Hmm…"
Kurama froze for a moment.
He hadn't expected Naruto—this little brat—to be so thoughtful, to actually come looking to talk to him.
Even now, Kurama wore his usual menacing expression, but inwardly, he was... surprised.
This kid—he noticed?
He knew someone was watching him?
Since the day Kurama had been sealed inside Naruto, he'd been able to sense it.
Always… lurking around Naruto…
Anbu from the Hidden Leaf, monitoring him day and night.
And the malice they exuded toward him—Naruto—it was unmistakable.
To Kurama, it was like watching torches flare in the dead of night—so painfully obvious.
So when Naruto brought it up, Kurama couldn't help but ask how he knew.
Naruto just smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? I can see things related to my future."
"I know more than you think."
"I even know the truth about the Nine-Tails' attack on the village…"
"And…"
"…who my parents are."
Kurama's eyes widened in shock.
First it was that nonsense about Kaguya Ōtsutsuki—now this?
The truth behind the Nine-Tails Rebellion?
The identity of his parents?
Did this kid really know everything from the start?
Kurama narrowed his eyes, those vertical pupils fixed on Naruto, trying to see through the boy's expression.
If he was telling the truth…
Then for years, this kid had been…
Acting.
In front of the Third Hokage.
In front of the villagers.
Even in front of Kurama himself.
The scorn and ridicule from the people of Konoha…
The Third's decision to hide his lineage as the son of the Fourth Hokage…
Letting the entire village believe he was just a demon fox in human skin…
Kurama had seen it all.
He'd seen Naruto curled up alone in alleys, wounded, licking his emotional scars.
But now…
Now you're telling me…
This brat knew everything all along?
And still played the fool?
Acting pitiful in front of everyone…
Even fooling me?
This kid's cunning… his patience… his ambition…
It's terrifying.
Even for someone like me.
I've lived for over a thousand years, but this… this is different.
Good grief…
Are you the demon fox here?
Because compared to me, you're more of a monster.
Naruto stood there, quietly watching Kurama's stunned expression, a small grin tugging at his lips.
He didn't say anything.
Just let the silence hang.
Then he asked casually, "Isn't the stuff with Kaguya Ōtsutsuki even crazier than this?"
Kurama immediately snapped, "That stuff is too far off. What's in front of us right now is more important."
He couldn't help it. He had to know.
Did Naruto really know who his parents were?
And the truth about that night—the night Kurama attacked Konoha?
Naruto caught the look in his eyes and didn't hesitate.
He answered calmly, without a trace of doubt:
"The Fourth Hokage and the previous Nine-Tails Jinchūriki are my parents."
"I was supposed to be known as the son of the hero who saved Konoha."
"But thanks to the Third Hokage and a few high-ranking officials, I became a cursed child. The demon fox."
"During the Nine-Tails' attack, you were being controlled by Uchiha Madara's agent—someone using the Mangekyō Sharingan."
"His goal was to steal your chakra."
"Second, he wanted revenge on the village."
"And third… to spark conflict between Konoha and the Uchiha clan."
Kurama listened in silence.
Because he knew…
There was still more to the truth than even he understood.
And yet, Naruto already knew this much.
The look in Kurama's eyes was one of pure shock.
Then Kurama heard something that shook him even deeper.
"Oh, and if you want proof," Naruto added casually, "just wait a little while."
"Wait until the Uchiha clan is wiped out by Konoha's own high-ranking officials."
Kurama's ears twitched.
His pupils narrowed.
Naruto's expression remained calm, his tone disturbingly matter-of-fact. In his mind, he was already estimating—judging by Sasuke's current state, the Uchiha clan's downfall should be approaching soon.
But when it came to the Uchiha clan's genocide…
Naruto didn't care to get involved.
The Uchiha were a clan known for their indecisiveness, their obsession with bonds.
They viewed emotions differently than normal people—twisting love into madness.
Yes, they had the powerful Kekkei Genkai: the Sharingan.
But in the end, even that wasn't enough to stand against the political machinery of Konoha, led by the Third Hokage and the village elders.
They were betrayed.
Massacred.
All because of one man—a traitor who also happened to be a devoted brother.
And honestly…
If it weren't for Itachi's extreme brother complex, the entire clan might've been erased down to the last child.
When Kurama heard Naruto say that the Uchiha would be exterminated by the higher-ups of Konoha, he was… unexpectedly pleased.
Finally—finally—no more damn Sharingan.
No more cursed eyes trying to control him.
But then again…
There's a saying:
"The one who understands you most is often your enemy."
Kurama knew all too well just how terrifying the Sharingan could be.
To him, the idea that the entire Uchiha clan—the strongest ninja clan in the world—could be destroyed by Konoha's top brass?
It was absurd.
Blasphemous, even.
This was the Uchiha clan.
The clan that once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Senju.
Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju—they ruled the shinobi world.
Back then, even if he—Kurama—let out a fart, no one dared speak against him.
But now?
The Uchiha had fallen so far they'd be erased by that senile Third Hokage and his council of political fossils?
Kurama could almost see the cartoonish question marks floating around his head.
He wanted to punch something.
He wanted to scream:
"Konoha, you submissive fools—how dare you?!"
Still, Kurama didn't ask Naruto whether it was true.
No need.
The brat said it with such certainty.
And if it was true…
Time would reveal it soon enough.
Kurama had no shortage of chakra, and even more time. Waiting was easy.
At that moment, Naruto glanced at Kurama, who had fallen silent.
He didn't speak further.
Instead, he turned back to his training and resumed practicing the Rasengan.
Kurama didn't say anything, but he also didn't ignore Naruto like before.
Instead, he watched with mild curiosity.
Wanting to see just what this kid was working on.
And at that moment—
Naruto remembered the process of learning the Rasengan.
Every struggle.
Every breakthrough.
Every spin of chakra, etched into muscle memory.
You Have Mastered the Rasengan!
Rasengan:
An advanced ninjutsu modeled after the Tailed Beast Ball, created by compressing and rotating chakra at high speed.
Its destructive power is immense—and it can evolve as its user evolves.
Naruto had already grasped the technique.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the water balloon and rubber ball in his hands.
He started with the water balloon—
Injecting chakra, rotating it violently—until the balloon burst under the pressure.
Next came the rubber ball.
He used the same technique.
Another explosion.
But this time…
A sphere of pure chakra remained in his palm—
A tightly condensed, rapidly spinning orb.
It hummed with power, crackling and roaring in his hand.
"Rasengan?!"
Kurama recognized it instantly.
It was that jutsu.
The one used by the very man who had sealed him—the Fourth Hokage.
So the brat wasn't bluffing.
He really did know more than he let on.
The moment Kurama saw the Rasengan, something deep within him stirred.
Memories.
And a flicker of awe.
Naruto grinned, staring at the Rasengan dancing in his palm—spinning with a force that could tear through steel.
He beamed.
"Yosh!"
"Kurama!"
"You saw that, didn't you?"
"You recognize the one who invented this jutsu, right?"
He spoke with confidence—more than that, with pride.
Kurama narrowed his eyes, staring at the Rasengan… and at Naruto.
His gaze softened—tinged with something unreadable.
Of course he recognized it.
He remembered it vividly.
He'd seen it long ago—back when he was still sealed inside Kushina Uzumaki.
He had watched Minato Namikaze create the Rasengan with his own hands.
And later…
He had felt it—when that same Rasengan crashed into him.
Aside from Hashirama Senju,
Kurama had never known a shinobi as gifted as Minato Namikaze.
And now…
This brat.
Could he be the next one?
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