In a distant, hidden sanctuary, the scenery was lush and vibrant. Verdant forests stretched endlessly, dotted with streams and waterfalls, creating a scene full of vitality and boundless life.
Deep within this sanctuary, in an ancient temple, a soft murmur suddenly broke the tranquility.
"Hmm...?"
On a stone pedestal sat an elderly toad, its body trembling slightly as it slowly opened its yellow eyes.
The toad's entire body was orange, adorned with a necklace of prayer beads around its neck. At the center of the beads was a pale purple cat's eye stone inscribed with the character "油" (oil). On its head rested a black academic cap, and beneath it, the stone pedestal bore a bright red engraving of the character "仙" (sage).
As the toad's eyes opened, they initially appeared clouded, like a swirling chaos. However, anyone with powerful visual prowess would notice an ever-changing kaleidoscope of visions within its gaze.
These visions depicted countless people, events, and objects, as if the world itself had been fast-forwarded at breakneck speed, cycling through an entire lifetime in the blink of an eye.
"The trajectory of fate... has suddenly shifted..."
"Lightning and sandstorms rampaging in Konohagakure..."
"A fiery beast and blood-red eyes hidden in the shadows..."
The elderly toad murmured softly, its tone filled with astonishment and doubt.
Land of Wind, a desolate desert wasteland
Three figures stood before a young man seated cross-legged on the ground, their shadows cast over his knees.
However, the young man's appearance was somewhat terrifying. His body was enveloped in a layer of sand, his arms transformed into ferocious beastly claws, and strange purple markings spread across his skin.
Even more striking was his head, which had taken on the appearance of a creature resembling Shukaku, the One-Tail. However, his eyes remained closed, his expression calm, devoid of Shukaku's usual violent aura.
"What do you think, Sasori?"
The Third Kazekage fixed his gaze on Sōmi and turned to ask Sasori, who stood beside him.
After all, apart from Sōmi himself, Sasori, who had grown up learning sealing techniques alongside him, was the most proficient in the art of sealing among those present.
As for the other two, while they might have been able to forcibly seal Shukaku into the black tea kettle, doing so while ensuring Sōmi's survival was a far more challenging task.
The reason Sōmi and the Third Kazekage had initially sealed Shukaku into the tea kettle was twofold.
First, it was to give Sōmi the opportunity to personally experience Shukaku's abilities, allowing him to devise countermeasures more effectively. Sōmi had been particularly wary of the cursed purple seals on Shukaku's body.
Second, it was to preserve the remains of Monk Bunpuku, who had dedicated his life to Sunagakure. It would have been unacceptable for his body to be left in ruins.
Additionally, Sōmi had hoped to gain some experience in wielding this inherited treasure, laying the groundwork for future endeavors.
Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have gone to such lengths.
"Sōmi should be fine..."
Sasori squinted his eyes, carefully observing for a while before speaking.
After all, if Shukaku had truly gained control over Sōmi's body, his aura wouldn't have remained so calm, nor would he be sitting quietly like this.
Given Shukaku's personality, it would have immediately manifested its massive form and roared, "I'm free again! You damn humans won't trap me this time!"
The Third Kazekage nodded lightly, refraining from further comment. With his experience, he had also noticed the signs, but he still instructed Sasori to keep a close watch. If Shukaku's Chakra became unstable, Sasori could reinforce the seals on Sōmi in time.
As time passed, Sōmi's condition began to change once more.
The sandy shell covering his body started to crack like dried mud, pieces of sand breaking off and scattering into the air.
Soon, Sōmi's human form was fully restored.
Suddenly, under the astonished gazes of the Third Kazekage and Rasa, rings of sandy-yellow Chakra rippled outward from Sōmi's body, like gentle breezes stirring the surface of a lake.
This Chakra gradually enveloped Sōmi's entire body.
The flowing energy caused his clothes to sway and his hair to dance gently.
From a distance, under the sunlight, Sōmi appeared divine, radiating a dazzling brilliance. The light and mist surrounding him created a mesmerizing aura that left onlookers in awe.
Sōmi finally opened his eyes, stood up, and looked down at the changes in his body.
"Sōmi!"
"Have you mastered the power of the One-Tail?"
The Third Kazekage, overjoyed, clapped Sōmi on the shoulder with excitement.
Sōmi winced in pain, as the Kazekage's strength in his excitement was no small matter.
"Is this the form of a Perfect Jinchūriki?"
Rasa asked, his face filled with amazement.
Meanwhile, Sasori remained silent, quietly observing. However, when he saw Sōmi stand up, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Teacher... Are you trying to break my shoulder?"
Sōmi feigned anger, but his expression quickly shifted to one of playful cheer.
He nodded toward Sasori with a grin, his heart swelling with exhilaration in that moment.
Finally... Finally...
I can finally indulge in the thrill of wielding Chakra!
If measured by the most basic unit of Chakra in the shinobi world—the "calorie" or "Kar"—Sōmi's Chakra in the "One-Tail Chakra Mode" had already reached a level that ordinary shinobi could only dream of.
Of course, if measured by the advanced units like "Madara," "Hashirama," "Sage Hashirama," or "Six Paths Naruto," Sōmi's Chakra would still be considered meager.
Fortunately, there were no such "gods" in the current shinobi world, so Sōmi was still basking in his moment of triumph.
"I've only just begun to grasp the power of the One-Tail..."
"I'm merely extracting Shukaku's Chakra for my own use."
"When I spoke with Shukaku earlier, it refused to communicate with me. To become a Perfect Jinchūriki like Kumogakure's Killer B... I still have a long way to go."
Sōmi explained to the Third Kazekage and Rasa.
"Excellent! Excellent, Sōmi!"
"You've already done an incredible job! This is an amazing feat!"
"This is the Chakra of the One-Tail!"
The Third Kazekage's eyes gleamed as he looked at Sōmi, as if gazing upon a priceless treasure, showering him with praise.
Rasa's expression, however, was more complicated. His eyes reflected a mix of surprise, admiration, envy, and... resentment.
Sōmi clenched his fists, and with a single thought, the sandy-yellow Chakra surrounding him surged. The energy swirled like thick smoke, or fine grains of sand, hovering around him.
It was as if a gust of wind rose from beneath him, blowing his hair upward. His spiked hair swayed wildly in the wind.
If Sōmi were to dye his hair golden, he would resemble a certain figure from his memories—a character known as "Son Goku."
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