Naruto: I get stronger by drawing lots

She knew what Mito meant.

She is the next Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, and the change of Jinchuriki also symbolizes the end of the Jinchuriki's life.

Grandma Mito, who accompanied her, also reached this stage.

Kushina immediately hugged Mito and buried her head in his arms.

"Ouch."

Mito called out softly, then stroked Kushina's red hair.

Mito loved the feeling of her hair flowing through her hands like water.

"You have really beautiful hair. Did the boy say your hair was beautiful?"

"Ah."

A slightly sobbing voice came from her arms, and Mito's stroking of her hair became even more gentle.

She also knew that her time was running out, and as a Jinchūriki, Mito could feel this change even more.

"Really? That's wonderful! Kushina's red hair is the most beautiful hair in the world. Grandma loves it the most."

Mito knew about Kushina's situation at school; Kushina had personally told her about it when she first arrived in Konoha. She hadn't expected Kushina to make such a name for herself at the school.

"Kushina."

Mito called out softly, but Kushina did not respond.

"We are Jinchūriki, the vessels of the Tailed Beasts, that's the harsh truth."

Mito continued speaking, while Kushina in his arms trembled slightly.

Fortunately, the two were almost home. This area was near the Hokage's office, a key area of ​​the village, and there was hardly anyone around. Otherwise, they would definitely have been surrounded by onlookers again.

"People like to call us containers, hahaha, that's what I was called when I was young too."

Grandma chuckled softly, her words filled with deep longing.

"Back then, I was just like you, very unhappy, and like you, I beat up all those who spoke ill of me."

Mito's tone was somewhat mischievous; it was the first time Kushina had ever seen her grandmother Mito with such an expression.

"I felt a bit nostalgic when I was a child, just like you. So many years have passed."

Kushina lifted her head and stopped burying herself in Mito's arms.

"Back then, someone told me that the red hair was very beautiful. That person was silly, didn't know anything, and was incredibly naive."

"Then I got annoyed and beat him up. I didn't expect him to be so weak, that's what I thought at the time."

"But I didn't expect that this person was actually just letting me win back then. My grandmother was still in the midst of war, and there was no Konoha Village yet. That person was already the young clan leader of the Senju clan. Impressive, right? He's a close relative of our Uzumaki clan."

Grandma's eyes were filled with boundless tenderness, as if in that instant she had become young again, her aging body slowly returning to the appearance of a teenage girl, her eyes radiating endless light.

"Grandpa?"

Kushina sniffled, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Yes, it's Grandpa."

"Your grandpa was a really, really silly person. When I was little, if someone said something about my hair, he would secretly beat up the people I couldn't beat. He was really, really silly."

Mito ruffled Kushina's hair and bent down.

“We are human vessels, containers, but your grandfather filled these containers with love.”

"He's silly and naive, letting his younger brother handle everything, but he gives all his love to one person."

"So even if it's a container, as long as it's filled with love, that's fine."

Mito pressed his forehead against Kushina's forehead.

"Can you feel it? I'm sharing my love with you."

"Ah."

Kushina sniffled, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Kushina is crying, how embarrassing."

"No way!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Mito used his old, wrinkled hand to take Kushina's fair, delicate hand in his again.

Just like holding hands with their past selves, the old man and the young man walked into the house with smiles.

Time spans countless years, like water flowing to the sea and then drifting back to the mountaintop.

The person from my memory smiled and spoke again.

"Your hair is very beautiful."

In a world ravaged by war, a single sentence, carried on the river of time, floated in a paper boat all the way to the hearts of the next generation.

Chapter Sixty-Two: In the Dark

"Black Zetsu, what's going on?"

Deep underground in the shadows, a figure sat quietly.

His white hair hung down his back, and he exuded an air of authority without being angry. Anyone who had lived a long time would recognize the person in front of him.

One of the twin stars of the Warring States period, he stood alongside the First Hokage, the God of Shinobi, at the pinnacle of the ninja world at that time.

Madara Uchiha, the strongest fighter of the Uchiha clan.

He was on the verge of death and looked so weak, but behind this frail appearance lay an undeniable strength.

This is Uchiha Madara, one of the strongest fighters in the ninja world.

Why are people searching for the Rinnegan?

"Who exactly are those Otsutsuki people?"

Madara narrowed his Rinnegan eyes, looking at the figure in front of him whose entire body was covered in black.

Black Zetsu suddenly found him and told him about the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, which, to say the least, played right into Madara's hands.

Madara suffered greatly from the pain of war, witnessing his brothers die before his eyes. He hated war more than anyone else. Compared to Hashirama Senju, Madara's ideology was more extreme and fanatical.

But without a doubt, Madara also hated war and hoped for peace.

Infinite Tsukuyomi can grant his wish.

In a world formed from an illusion, people would not have the capacity to wage war.

That's why Madara started his plan, the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, but the time wasn't right yet.

"The Otsutsuki are the guardians of the Ten-Tails, and they have been guarding the seal of the Ten-Tails for generations."

Black Zetsu spoke without hesitation, showing no sign of panic.

Having orchestrated this millennium-long deception, he finally found Madara, a candidate who is both the reincarnation of Indra and his accomplice. How could he possibly let this plan be destroyed so easily?

Ban is his king, a pawn he absolutely cannot abandon.

"The guardian of the Ten-Tails?"

Madara looked at Black Zetsu, seemingly trying to figure something out, but Black Zetsu was just like that, all black, only in human form, and even his voice was always calm.

"Forget it, whoever it is, they're all just stepping stones for me."

"I will create a peaceful world myself."

"Just you wait, Hashirama."

Ban was arrogant and didn't take these people seriously at all.

Although he cannot show his face now, the pride that belongs to Uchiha Madara in his heart has never disappeared.

The view from the summit is indescribable; the lion may be old, but it remains the king of beasts.

"I hope your plan succeeds, and that together we can usher in a peaceful world, free from conflict and sorrow."

Black Zetsu spoke calmly, seemingly to highlight Madara's presence.

Madara didn't care about that; as Uchiha Madara, it was only natural for him to be respected.

The sound echoed for a while, then slowly faded away.

In this dark place, without even a ray of light, the two figures gradually disappeared into the darkness as the sound faded away.

In the darkness of the ninja world, there are those who bring light—

"I'm so bored."

Kushina was sprawled on the tatami mat, with Tsukiki lying beside her.

This is the Senju House. A quick glance around will reveal that all four members of Jiraiya's squad are here.

It's summer now, and it's a rare treat to be back in the village. Yue Shu plans to spend the time leisurely, enjoying the breeze, and not bother with any of the other things.

Just kidding. The first and second missions were so difficult, and they barely made it back alive. Konoha has also had a change of heart and can take a long vacation. Naturally, Tsuki will not waste his vacation and will definitely stay at home eating and sleeping as usual.

however--

Tsukiki was overthinking things; fate just liked to play tricks on him.

"Moon Tree, we've come to play with you."

"—"

us?

Minato Namikaze's voice drifted into the house. Tsukiki thought he was just coming over to cook and train as usual, but he didn't expect his words to be filled with murderous intent.

Tsukiki naturally pretended not to be home; at this point, not playing dead would be tantamount to being truly dead.

What's there to play? There's nothing fun, okay? That's what Tsukiki really thinks.

Such a big thing has happened, and it happened one after another. Yue Shu really wants to pry open their brains to see what's going on.

See if there's a problem. Wouldn't it be better to just stay home and rest? Give your fragile mind a break.

However, Tsukiki couldn't escape it. Minato Namikaze was the Senju family's personal chef. Although Minato's cooking skills were the worst among the three who took turns cooking, Minato was about to surpass Shizune recently.