CHAPTER 258: CHAPTER 258 : KAGUYA SURRENDERS, TARGET ŌTSUTSUKI

Even his mother, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, had surrendered. What else could Black Zetsu say?

"...Dad."

The word slipped out involuntarily.

"Good boy, that’s more like it," Kurama replied with a mischievous grin.

Black Zetsu, the manifestation of Kaguya’s will, didn’t really have a gender. Born of raw chakra and intent, it transcended typical human distinctions.

Kaguya inhaled deeply. Now, with Kurama’s power infused within her, she was reborn into her prime state.

No longer did she fear facing any Ōtsutsuki.

Millennia ago, she had injured Ōtsutsuki Isshiki with a single strike—granted, it was a sneak attack. But after consuming the chakra fruit and merging with the God Tree, she became a force not to be underestimated.

Her only concern now was whether Isshiki had evolved during his long dormancy.

"Lord Kurama, members of the Ōtsutsuki clan will arrive on this planet sooner or later. What should we do next?"

The Ōtsutsuki traversed the universe, planting God Trees across fertile worlds. Once the fruit matured, the world was of no further use and often destroyed.

Many planets had already been lost this way.

Thousands of years ago, Earth was to meet the same fate. But Kaguya defied the clan, nearly killing Isshiki and consuming the fruit herself. Rather than annihilate the planet, she cast Infinite Tsukuyomi, converting its people into White Zetsu as a potential army to stand against future Ōtsutsuki invaders.

Part of humanity continued living their lives, unaware of the cosmic war looming.

Kurama took a moment before answering.

"Isn’t Isshiki still hiding somewhere on Earth? We start there. Hunt down the rat in the shadows."

"Understood," Kaguya replied, smiling for the first time in millennia.

She had long desired to eliminate Isshiki, but he was elusive. After being mortally wounded, he had no choice but to survive through a vessel, a Karma mark—a wedge. That took centuries of trials, experiments, and failures. But time was a luxury the Ōtsutsuki could afford.

Kurama’s words struck home: remove the threat within before facing new ones from the stars.

"Let’s leave this dimension," Kurama said.

"Mm."

A dark portal opened through a tear in space.

The two disappeared into it.

Land of Lightning – Kumogakure

The Third Raikage and his aides watched the horizon warily, ever since the colossal tree emerged.

Its sudden appearance, and even more abrupt disappearance, could only be linked to one being.

"Lord Kurama... What have you stirred up now?"

The entire Shinobi world had come to the same conclusion: don’t provoke Konoha.

No... not Konoha. Don’t provoke him.

Kurama.

The man who once battled Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama on equal ground—and won.

To Raikage’s eyes, Kurama was more than a Jinchūriki. He was the sum of all tailed beasts, a living fusion of ultimate chakra.

And then there was that Susanoo.

Black. Towering. Thousands of meters tall.

It was something no Uchiha in history had summoned.

A god of war.

Recalling it sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened ninja.

Then, suddenly, the sky split open.

Hissing.

A vortex—distorted black energy.

Kurama emerged, floating down like a deity.

"Yo, Third Raikage! Long time no see," he said casually.

"L-Lord Kurama... what were you doing?"

"Eh, just went to Otherworld for a little trip."

Raikage blinked. He remembered vividly—during his battle with Madara and Hashirama, Kurama never demonstrated this level of spatial manipulation.

Barely a month had passed. How had he already grown stronger?

It was terrifying.

"About the giant tree that suddenly showed up and vanished... any idea what that was?"

"Actually, yeah. I was about to tell you."

Kurama gathered the Raikage and his inner circle. There, he laid bare the truth:

The Ōtsutsuki Clan.

Aliens. World harvesters. Planters of God Trees.

Isshiki was still alive. A hidden danger.

The revelations left them speechless.

So their chakra... their jutsus... their wars...

All of it came from an alien parasite.

The chakra they revered? Born from theft.

If not for Kaguya’s betrayal of her clan, Earth would already be a barren husk.

A pause.

Behind Kurama, the portal twisted again.

A woman stepped out.

Long gray hair. Pale skin. Horns.

Kaguya.

"Lord Kurama, you’re too fast. Can’t even keep up," she said, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

Kurama smirked. "You’re here, that’s what matters."

The assembled Kumo shinobi went pale.

Third Raikage stammered, "T-That’s... that’s the Kaguya you just described?"

"Correct. Without her, you wouldn’t have chakra."

Kaguya stood silently, her eyes scanning the stunned crowd.

It was the Sage of Six Paths, her son, who founded Ninshū and taught the people to use chakra for peace. Later, shinobi twisted it into war.

But where had his power come from?

Kaguya.

The origin.

The progenitor of chakra.

Kurama looked around. "Prepare yourselves. The next enemy won’t wait."

Kaguya stepped forward, her voice calm, resolute.

"And this time... we will not lose."

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