Chapter 13

Kurama remained among the ruins of the forest, his eyes sparkling with a light that seemed to capture the mysteries of the world. Even amidst the destruction, there was a calm in his posture, a serenity that contrasted with the chaos surrounding him. Suddenly, his attention turned to the distance, beyond what would be visible to the common gaze. The unique energy of the Jinchuriki could not be mistaken; he felt the presence of Son Goku's chakra and the other Bijuu.

"Did the Stone Village send them?" Kurama murmured to himself, his voice so deep it seemed to resonate with the earth itself. "Certainly." He pondered the possible consequences of his recent actions. "Trouble will probably come from Konoha for me since I killed the ninjas... but then again, they were from Root. Well, no matter."

Meanwhile, deep in the forest, Roshi and Han were advancing rapidly, leaping from tree to tree with the agility that only shinobis possess. "I'm feeling it, we're getting close to him," said Roshi, his voice demonstrating an unwavering focus.

Han cast a glance to the side, considering the possibility that Kurama had already sensed their approach. "He must have felt us, right? Or not?" The doubt in his voice was brief, as he soon answered his own question with firm conviction. "No, he definitely felt us."

Roshi nodded, determined, as he continued to move through the trees. "It doesn't matter, we just have to defeat him. Let's use everything we've got," he declared. "Since we're definitely not the only villages after him."

The forest below them became a blur as they headed towards the location where Kurama awaited, each mentally preparing for the confrontation to come.

The forest vibrated with the tension of an imminent battlefield, the chakra of the shinobis and the Bijuu mixing in a dance of power and strategy. Roshi and Han, both experienced Jinchurikis, aware of the risks, moved with the precision of those who know the fine line between life and death.

"I see him," said Roshi, his sharp vision catching the imposing silhouette of Kurama among the remnants of the devastated forest.

"Me too," affirmed Han, his voice muffled behind the helmet, as steam began to escape around his head, a prelude to his power that was about to be released.

Roshi wasted no time, knowing that hesitation could be costly. "Then let's go, we have to catch him!" The determination in his voice reflected his commitment to their mission.

He brought his hands together, concentrating chakra. "Yōton: Yōgan Dan!" the lava style technique: lava ball jutsu was invoked, an incandescent sphere shot from his mouth, hurling towards Kurama at a surprising speed.

At the same time, the pressure of the steam increased around Han, signaling the imminent use of his own technique, complementing Roshi's attack with a brute force capable of devastating armies.

Kurama watched with eyes that seemed to see beyond the mere physical conflict. "Why does this system roulette take so long?" he murmured, almost as if disappointed with the delay of the opponents in reaching him.

Staring directly at the incoming ball of lava, Kurama showed no surprise or fear. "Is that all? It's not enough."

With an agile and precise movement, Kurama swung his massive tail, dispersing the ball of lava before it could hit him. The force of the impact was such that the trees around were uprooted, and the air filled with ashes and the scent of scorched earth.

"Jutsu of that level and brute strength of that level don't work on me," Kurama declared, his deep voice echoing with power that seemed to emanate from the very essence of nature. The battle, however, was just beginning.

- the character from the Naruto universe was drawn -

- Gaara of the Desert -

Roshi, still balanced on the now damaged trees, watched Kurama's power with a mix of respect and scorn. "Isn't that fox a bit too arrogant?" he said, a mocking smile playing on his face, even though only he could see it.

Han, feeling the shockwave from Kurama's tail, pondered for a few seconds before responding. "That doesn't matter, use more power," Han instructed, the steam around him becoming denser, his own determination growing like a storm ready to burst.

Kurama looked at the two Jinchuriki, his expression inscrutable. Hearing the hum of the system, he tilted his head, "Gaara, is it?" he murmured, with a hint of approval. "Well, not bad."

With a calm that seemed to defy the urgency of combat, Kurama brought his front paws together, concentrating his vast chakra. "Transformation Jutsu," he articulated clearly, white smoke beginning to pour from his body, enveloping him completely.

"Ah?" Roshi let out, surprised.

"What?" Han echoed, equally confused, the pressure of the steam around him dropping for a moment in the face of the unexpected maneuver.

In the meantime, Son Goku within Roshi felt a change in the chakra flow around. "What? I'm sensing another biju chakra," the four-tailed monkey declared, the confusion in his voice resonating within his Jinchuriki's mind.

The biju inside Han, known for its temperament and sarcasm, spoke with a hint of disdain. "Shukaku?" The voice of Kokuo, the five-tailed horse, was laden with recognition and caution.

The smoke that enveloped the colossal figure of Kurama began to dissipate, and where before stood the immense nine-tailed fox, now rose a humanoid form. Kurama had adopted a hybrid form, maintaining features of both his biju nature and a human. His long red hair fell over his shoulders and back, with two fox ears emerging on top of his head. Nine furry tails twitched behind him, moving with a life of their own. He was shirtless, displaying a muscular torso, but wore simple pants and ninja sandals. On his back, he carried a large jar of sand that, until that moment, had remained inert.

Han, still shocked by the transformation, spoke in his mind to his biju, Kokuo. "Can you guys do that?"

"As far as I know, no," Kokuo replied, her voice conveying the same surprise Han felt. "I have no idea how he did that."

Roshi, who watched the scene with keen eyes, murmured more to himself than to anyone else. "I didn't expect that."

Kurama, now in a form that balanced wild ferocity and human cunning, smiled faintly, his eyes shining with a new kind of threat. "Well, let's test my new powers," he announced, "but in a different way."

The jar on his back began to tremble, and the sand within it started to flow out, moving like a golden serpent through the air. The sand swirled around Kurama, dancing at his command.

Roshi frowned, his Jinchuriki mind quickly making connections. "What? Isn't that magnetism? Aren't only the Kazekages supposed to have that power?"

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