Chapter 44.3- One Thousand Hands

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Today, I become the Kyubi Jinchuriki, I thought to myself as I stared at the Kunai I’d marked with my complete Hiriashin. I could complain all I wanted about having so many Uzumaki’s hovering over me during the preparation process, but they had been helpful. Uncle Kaito, as he insisted I call him, had taken one look at my seal in progress and wacked me over the head before explaining seven different reasons why my seal was inefficient. It didn’t even matter that I was working in a secret language— my sealing style was still based on the Uzumaki script and for some reason the damn geniuses could just puzzle out what I was trying to achieve with seconds of looking. ‘They’ve been practicing for so long that they’ve forgotten more about Fuinjutsu than you’ve managed to cram in that thick head of yours’, was how Grandmother Mito put it when I expressed my surprise.

They’d even solved the problem of needed a seal in negative space. For some reason, the Uzumaki clan had a seal for placing things in the space between dimensions. I didn’t even want to know what sort of eldritch horror they’d created that needed such lengths to get rid off. Souta didn’t know either. It was just something they had in the clan library. Either way, in a matter of days, I’d made more progress than I’d made in years of time (if you took my clones into account) on my own. It still wasn’t perfect of course. Completing the seal was only step one of using the jutsu. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be forced to redo the whole thing because Kurama changed my chakra network so much that it would be necessary— Minato was proof that it wasn’t necessarily the case but we were becoming Jinchuriki through different means entirely.

“Sho-niisan” Kushina screamed as she entered the room. At least, it was a scream to me. To her, it was a perfectly reasonable tone. I picked up the girl and planting her squarely on my shoulders, made my way out of the room.

“Grandma sent you to get me for breakfast, didn’t she” I asked. She nodded vigorously, not caring that I shouldn’t have been able to see her. The vibrations from her body gave me the gist as she pulled at my hair like I was some sort of horse she was riding.

“Faster, Sho-niisan” She cried.

I body flickered to the dining room and studiously studied Kushina as I took her off my shoulders to avoid Grandmother Mito’s obviously disproving expression. Ninjutsu in the house was a big no-no. I heard her sigh, and felt safe to put a pouting Kushina back on the ground, ignoring her cries to go again.

“When you get your headband, you can body flicker all you want. I’ll even teach you the jutsu” I said to her as I took a seat, spooning some potatoes on to my plate.

“Are you ready?” Mito asked.

“As I’ll ever be. Are you?”

“I’ve kept him imprisoned for decades now. I think it’s time to pass on the load” She said, even as I could tell that she looked apologetic about transferring it to me.