[Ding, congratulations Host, the integration is completed.]
At this moment, nine black Truth-Seeking Balls floated silently behind Kurama, each pulsing with pure, condensed chakra. His body levitated effortlessly in mid-air.
He hadn't activated the Morning Peacock Technique, nor was he using the flight abilities granted by Chōmei, the Seven-Tails. It was simply natural now—he had transcended the need for such tricks.
A third eye slowly opened on his forehead—the Rinne Sharingan.
In this divine state, all ninjutsu became meaningless. This eye was the origin of ocular power, and now Kurama stood at the intersection of creation and nothingness.
He could control this state freely now.
With a blink, the Rinne Sharingan closed, and the Truth-Seeking Balls dissipated like mist. He exhaled calmly, descending back to the earth as if nothing had happened.
"Not bad," Kurama muttered, a smirk forming on his face.
He had officially awakened a bloodline limit beyond Kekkei Genkai and Kekkei Tōta—a Bloodline of the Gods.
As long as he willed it, he could summon the God Tree and rewrite the world.
Konoha Village, Hokage Office.
Tsunade stared into the distance, eyes clouded with concern.
"Lady Tsunade, are you worried about Lord Kurama?" Mikoto asked gently, sipping tea beside her.
"No! Who would worry about that bastard?" Tsunade snapped, crossing her arms.
Mikoto smiled knowingly, not bothering to argue.
Tsunade said no, but everyone knew her heart was with him.
The last time Pain invaded, Kurama went out to face him alone. Tsunade trusted Kurama's strength—but damn it, he didn't leave a single message. That pissed her off.
"Yo, were you talking about me?"
Suddenly, Kurama appeared in the Hokage's office, stretching lazily.
Tsunade and Mikoto blinked, then relaxed as if they'd been holding their breath.
They had gotten used to Kurama's tendency to pop in and out like a ghost.
"Kurama-sama, did you deal with Pain?" Mikoto asked.
"Oh yeah, those so-called gods folded like cheap scrolls before I even got serious. Look, souvenir."
He casually pulled out a sealed container with a pair of Rinnegan floating inside.
Not the ones implanted in the Paths of Pain—those were worthless puppets. These were the Rinnegan. The real ones. Nagato's eyes.
To be precise—Uchiha Madara's eyes.
Kurama already had a plan for them.
Tsunade gave him a glare that was half-irritated, half-impressed.
"And what do you plan to do with those? They're the eyes of a god. If news spreads, the whole shinobi world will lose its damn mind."
Kurama chuckled.
"That's why I'm gonna have them studied."
Outside Konoha Village, in the depths of Root's hidden facility.
Orochimaru was elbow-deep in genetic samples, trying to splice Hashirama cells with a modified Uchiha genome.
Two ANBU operatives entered.
"Lord Orochimaru, Lord Kurama is here."
Now that was a surprise.
Kurama hadn't visited the lab since their last project—which resulted in a self-aware Wood Release clone that nearly grew legs and ran.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Orochimaru immediately knelt on one knee.
"Kurama-sama. It's rare for you to visit my humble lab."
"Ease up with the formality, Orochimaru. I brought you a little treat. Something worth your time."
Kurama uncapped the second bottle, revealing the swirling, ripple-patterned Rinnegan inside.
Orochimaru's golden eyes widened.
"The Rinnegan... So it's real."
Kurama nodded.
"Got it off a ginger brat from the Uzumaki clan. You might remember him—Jiraiya's little pet project from the Rain. Turns out he grew up thinking he was a god."
Orochimaru's mind raced.
One of the orphans. Yahiko had a Rinnegan? No, the one with the long bangs—Nagato.
The red hair, the massive chakra reserves. It all made sense now.
And Kurama... had plucked his eyes out like pulling weeds.
Kurama leaned against the wall.
"Now, these have crazy research potential. You're the only one twisted enough to actually figure out how to use 'em."
Orochimaru felt like he was standing at the edge of a new frontier.
In the wrong hands, the Rinnegan could spark another world war. But Kurama looked utterly bored with them.
He had power far beyond ocular jutsu.
Kurama raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"You do understand the significance, right?"
"What... what do you mean?"
Kurama walked over and tapped Orochimaru on the forehead.
"The Sharingan. Its ultimate evolution—is the Rinnegan."
Orochimaru froze.
That was a hypothesis he had developed over decades of secret research. Still unproven, still in the theory stage.
And Kurama had said it like he was ordering ramen.
Orochimaru smiled bitterly. There really were no secrets in front of this man.
He had long suspected the Uchiha were direct descendants of the Sage of Six Paths. The Sharingan, Mangekyō, Eternal Mangekyō... all stepping stones to something more.
He remembered Danzo's experiments. Sharingan in one eye, Hashirama cells in his body. That combination created something close to divine.
Orochimaru had always coveted Uchiha eyes.
Sharingan held a special allure. They were beauty, madness, and power all rolled into one.
And now? Kurama had casually gifted him godhood in a bottle.
Kurama smirked.
"So, think you can cook up something useful? Maybe even mass produce a Rinnegan or two?"
Orochimaru chuckled darkly.
"That would be delightful… But not feasible. Rinnegan can't be grafted like ordinary eyes. You need the right body to survive the transplant—an Uzumaki, at the very least. Or a vessel with Senju and Uchiha blood both."
"Just like Madara."
Orochimaru nodded.
"Yes. He combined both bloodlines to awaken it."
Kurama crossed his arms.
"That's what makes it interesting. The eyes themselves aren't the endgame. It's the body—the vessel. You get that perfect mix, and bam—God Tree level shit."
Orochimaru licked his lips.
"A perfect vessel... maybe a clone with Hashirama cells and Mangekyō Sharingan. The possibilities..."
Kurama leaned closer, voice low.
"Just don't get any dumb ideas. You know what happens to people who try to cross me."
Orochimaru laughed.
"Perish the thought. Besides, I'm more interested in how far we can push this."
Kurama turned to leave.
"Do your worst. But if anything grows a tail and tries to talk, put it in a cage."
Orochimaru bowed deeply.
"Understood."
As Kurama vanished into swirling space, Orochimaru stared at the floating Rinnegan.
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