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Kurama in the multiverse:character system

a normal human was migrated to Naruto's Kurama with a character system. the characters of this work are not of my creation only the MC and others that can be created in the course of the work. the cover photo is not mine. --------- for anyone who wants to support me. my patreon: patreon.com/Louisdg

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Chapter 4

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!" A ninja, with a vibrant and determined voice, roared from atop the solid wall, releasing her jutsu with an indomitable force toward Kurama. Like a blazing comet, the jutsu tore through the air, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in its wake.

However, Kurama, with an almost supernatural sharpness, sensed the attack. His eyes, sparkling with unwavering resolve, locked onto the rapidly approaching fireball. To the surprise of everyone, he remained impassive, showing no attempt to defend himself.

The fireball struck Kurama's body with tremendous force, causing the ground around him to tremble upon impact. Yet, Kurama did not move. He simply allowed the jutsu to hit him, accepting the blow with a calm serenity that defied the chaos and heat of the situation. The fiery brilliance of the great fireball only seemed to intensify Kurama's gaze, which remained unchanged, confronting the attack without the slightest hint of fear or hesitation.

The fireball dissipated, and the colossal figure of Kurama emerged, unscathed and unchanged. The flames reflected in his eyes, giving them an even more intimidating aura. The ninjas watching from atop the walls collectively sighed in disbelief and fear. There was no doubt now: this was the power of the nine-tailed Bijuu.

Kurama, with an expression of disdain and impatience, narrowed his eyes slightly, a carnivorous gleam appearing in them. He was in an internal standoff, a struggle between his destructive instinct and reason. The idea of annihilating everyone there was tempting, yet for some reason he couldn't fully comprehend, Kurama held back.

His colossal silhouette turned slowly, each movement exuding a powerful aura, a display of undeniable strength. He was ready to withdraw from that place, to abandon the battle that no longer interested him.

Then, like a well-rehearsed orchestra, the voices of the ninjas echoed across the battlefield, "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!" "Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!" "Earth Style: Earth Dragon Jutsu!" The words turned into actions, and a barrage of jutsus was launched toward Kurama. The ninjas, positioned on the wall surrounding the village, had decided that the Kyuubi couldn't simply leave.

The attacks, each charged with the determination and power of the ninjas, struck Kurama in the back as he retreated. Although Kurama's skin was as tough as a titan's, capable of withstanding this type of attack without a scratch, the impact roused his irritation.

Kurama halted his advance, his posture changed. His eyes, once apathetic, now glowed with a burning fury. He turned his gaze toward the wall and, with a deep and menacing voice, he uttered, "You asked for it!" His patience had run out, and now each of those ninjas would face Kurama's wrath.

Kurama unleashed a roar that resonated like a storm, a warning of imminent danger that reverberated throughout the surroundings. The sound wasn't just heard; it was felt, a powerful shockwave that shattered everything in its path up to the sturdy wall. The stone wall, once impenetrable, vibrated with the intensity of the approaching invisible force.

The ninjas stationed on the wall, trained to sense the slightest sign of danger, felt the vibration. Their eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and terror. "Get out!" one of them shouted in panic, his voice drowned out by the growing roar. The fastest ones responded to the warning, leaping from the wall in a desperate act of self-preservation. However, not everyone was so lucky, and the stragglers were hit head-on. The wall disintegrated into flying debris that scattered at high speed, and the sound of their fall was deafening, echoing like the final note of a requiem.

Meanwhile, Kushina had just entered her home, an apparently safe refuge from the unfolding storm. She stood at the door, her heart pounding with a fear she refused to admit. She prayed that the masked man didn't know her whereabouts, that her baby and husband were safe. Trying to gather strength, she took a deep breath, attempting to fill herself with hope and positive thoughts. However, the furious roar and the subsequent thunderous noise shattered her attempt.

Kushina looked toward the village and saw an apocalyptic spectacle. Giant rocks, dislodged from the wall, flew in all directions like meteors tearing through the sky. In her heart, a twinge of fear for those in their path. She was about to transform into her Kurama form to save the innocents, but in the blink of an eye, the rocks simply vanished. She knew immediately: it was her husband's doing.

"What do you think you're doing? You almost killed thousands of people!" Kushina scolded Kurama in her mind, frustration boiling in her veins. The only response she received was a cold, "They started it." And then, Kurama cut off the mental contact with Kushina before she could protest. "Ah! Stupid fox!" With frustration bubbling inside her, Kushina kicked the wall of her house in anger, a physical echo of her indignation.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Kushina's firm voice echoed in the air as she made a precise hand sign. In a burst of white smoke, two identical replicas of Kushina appeared, standing in front of the original. "Both of you," she instructed, pointing to her duplicates, "run over there now! Prevent Kurama from causing more destruction, and find a way to stop the other ninjas from attacking, especially Minato."

Kushina would have gone herself, but she couldn't leave her son alone. With a determined look, she entered the house. She reached the room where her son, Naruto, rested. The little one lay in bed, breathing softly and peacefully, as if the world outside wasn't in chaos. Seeing him like that, a genuine and maternal smile crossed Kushina's face.

Moving gently to avoid waking him, Kushina delicately caressed Naruto's face, each touch brimming with maternal love. She looked at her son, who slept soundly, unaware of the chaos happening around him. "You're as beautiful as your father," she whispered, giving his cheek a loving squeeze, "I just hope you won't be a ladies' man."

Suddenly, she stopped. A strange sensation alerted her – someone was at the door of her house. Without wasting a second, Kushina activated the Kurama Mode. A golden hand, radiating with energy, emerged and carefully picked up Naruto, as if it were an extension of Kushina herself. Now, she was ready to face whatever was on the other side of that door.

"Who is it?" Kushina asked. "Anbu, sent by Master Danzo," came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Kushina furrowed her brow. She didn't trust Danzo or any of his subordinates. "What does he want?" she asked, keeping her voice steady.

"He wants you to come with us. He has questions to ask," the voice explained. "Questions? Shouldn't he be protecting the village instead of asking questions?" Kushina questioned. "Master Danzo wants to talk to you." The

Anbu repeated. "He can come here; I have more important things than answering questions." Kushina replied, irritation clear in her voice. She didn't have time for political games, not with the village in flames and Kurama in rage.

The door of her house shook as it was kicked open. The hooded figure of an Anbu revealed itself in the doorway, a mask with an animal design hiding their identity. Behind him, two more Anbu stood, their postures tense.

"Danzo wouldn't send you here without a good reason," Kushina said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, "What does he really want?"

The lead Anbu took a step forward, "He wants you to help him control the Kyuubi. He believes you're the only one who can do it."

Kushina laughed bitterly, "And why would I do that? So Danzo can use the Kyuubi for his own purposes?"

The Anbu didn't respond, their rigid posture revealing nothing. Kushina sighed, her eyes shifting to Naruto in her arms. He still slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos unfolding around him.