Anticlimatic Win

"It's all right, no need to look so shocked every five seconds," Gojo said with his trademark, carefree grin, pointing a lollipop lazily in the direction of the hulking Six Tails. "Just think of it as me taking my pet for a walk."

The crowd blinked in unison. Pet? He dared to call a colossal, chakra-drenched, city-flattening tailed beast a pet?

Of course, Gojo dared. This was Gojo.

Relief washed over the gathered shinobi, though it was quickly replaced by muted exasperation. Somehow, even in situations involving potential widespread destruction, Gojo had a way of making it feel… trivial.

Gojo, meanwhile, turned his gaze to Tsunade, who stood at a distance, arms crossed. He cupped a hand around his mouth and stage-whispered, "Tsuna, what's the plan? This overgrown slug has some neat abilities, you know. Might be worth keeping it around. Like a guard dog, but slimier."

Tsunade's brow twitched in irritation. "Quit fooling around and seal it already before it gets out of hand!" she barked. Her voice was firm, but there was a flicker of trust in her eyes—she knew Gojo wouldn't let things spiral too far.

Still, her voice carried a weight of urgency. If the villagers saw the Six Tails rampaging around, it could stir up painful memories of the Nine Tails Rebellion. And with that, old fears might resurface, and Naruto would bear the brunt of their hatred again.

"Fine, fine," Gojo relented with a dramatic sigh, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Anything for my dear wife."

"W-what?" Tsunade's eyes widened, her usual composure cracking. Her cheeks flushed an unmistakable pink as she fumbled for a retort. "Stop spouting nonsense, you idiot!"

"Oh, come on, Tsuna. Don't be shy," Gojo teased, completely unfazed by the death glare she shot in his direction.

The murmurs among the Anbu were instantaneous.

"Wait, wife? Is Hokage-sama married?"

"Could it be true? Gojo-sensei and Tsunade-sama…? I mean, it kind of makes sense."

"Shut it!" Tsunade barked, her tone as sharp as kunai. But her reddening face only fueled their speculation. She stomped her foot, and cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, silencing the gossiping ninjas. "Gojo, if you don't deal with this right now, you'll be the one getting sealed next!"

"Oh, I'm so scared," Gojo mocked with a laugh, though he wisely turned his attention back to the towering beast.

"Three seconds," he declared confidently, biting his finger before slamming it to the ground in a dramatic display. A puff of white smoke erupted, and when it cleared, a modest porcelain pot stood in its place.

"Wait… that's your plan? A tea jar?" Sakura whispered, incredulous.

"Don't underestimate the jar, pinkie," Gojo replied with a smirk. Before anyone could retort, he vanished, reappearing mid-air above the Six Tails with effortless grace. "Alright, big guy. Time for your time-out."

Gojo's hand landed on the beast's head. "Earth Style: Superweight Rock!"

A thunderous crash shook the battlefield as the Six Tails' massive form was pinned into the earth, the weight pressing it down like an anvil. Cracks splintered through the ground, forming a deep crater around the struggling creature.

"Now, now," Gojo continued, as though addressing a misbehaving pet. "No struggling. Let's make this quick. Eight Sign Seal!"

Chakra swirled violently as Gojo worked the jutsu, streams of energy pouring from the Six Tails into the waiting pot. The beast roared in defiance, its maw glowing ominously as it gathered chakra for a Tailed Beast Bomb.

"Oh, come on. Don't be dramatic," Gojo chided, raising his other hand, now glowing with intricate blue runes. "Four Elephant Seal!"

With a final roar of defiance, the Six Tails was reduced to raw chakra, which flowed neatly into the jar. The lid clinked shut, sealing it with an almost anticlimactic finality.

Gojo landed lightly on the ground, dusting off his hands. "Hmph. Told you three seconds," he muttered. Then, glancing at the jar, he frowned. "Okay, maybe four. But it's the jar's fault. Too small."

The onlookers stared, mouths agape.

"That's it?" one Anbu finally ventured. "It's… over?"

"Yeah, yeah," Gojo waved him off, picking up the jar with a look of mild disdain. "Such a noisy thing for something so small. Anyway, somebody remind me to gift-wrap this for Tsunade's office."

The Anbu collectively decided to avoid commenting on that.

"Sensei, are you okay?" Sakura asked, rushing over. Her relief was palpable as she realized Gojo was completely unscathed, as always.

"Was that really a tailed beast?" Sasuke asked, his tone skeptical but intrigued.

"Yup. There are nine of them, you know," Gojo replied, pointing casually at Naruto. "And guess what, Fox Boy here's got one too."

Naruto stiffened, his expression darkening. Memories of the village's scorn flooded back, and his gaze fell to the ground.

"Powerful tools always make the weak uncomfortable, don't they?" Gojo commented, his tone light but pointed. "They'll hate you for it. But here's the thing—if you actually use that power, they'll have to shut up."

Naruto blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Gojo shrugged. "You'll get it when you can control it. Until then, don't overthink it." Then, with a sly grin, he added, "Besides, you've got the coolest teacher ever to show you the ropes. You're welcome."

Sasuke, meanwhile, was deep in thought. His gaze flickered to the jar on the ground. A tailed beast was an immense source of power. If he could harness that…

"Don't even think about it, emo boy," Gojo interrupted, reading Sasuke's expression like an open book. "You're better off focusing on that fancy eye of yours. Trust me, Mangekyō is way cooler."

"Mangekyō?" Sasuke echoed, his thoughts immediately shifting to his brother and their last encounter. Could his Sharingan really evolve into something greater?

"Bingo," Gojo said with a grin. "But don't get ahead of yourself. Baby steps first. Like Nature Transformation. After that, we'll talk."

And with that, Gojo strolled away, whistling a jaunty tune, leaving behind a battlefield of awestruck shinobi and a porcelain pot that had somehow stolen the show.