Chapter 94: The Birth of a New Era

The Senju Compound: A Goddess Among Mortals

Deep beneath Konoha, in the most sacred chamber of the Senju Compound, sat a woman who had long since surpassed the limits of human mortality.

Mito Uzumaki.

Her crimson hair, untouched by age, cascaded down her back in waves of divine radiance. Her skin, unblemished despite the decades, bore not the frailty of old age, but the grace of a woman who had conquered time itself.

And across from her stood Ryusei.

His Golden Six Magatama Rinne Sharingan gleamed in the dim candlelight, their celestial patterns shifting like galaxies in endless motion. The weight of his presence was undeniable—an entity that no longer fit within the definition of a mere shinobi.

Yet, despite all he had become, he was still beneath the presence of the woman before him.

Mito gazed at him with eyes as deep as the ocean, filled with a wisdom that no man—no god—could ever hope to match.

"You seek Kurama," she said, her voice smooth, effortless, yet heavy with unseen power.

Ryusei did not look away. "Yes."

A silence stretched between them, thick with meaning.

Mito slowly set down her tea, brushing her fingers over the wooden table between them. "The others were easy for you to take. They were shackled by weak flesh, contained within souls that could barely hold their presence." She exhaled, a soft, knowing breath. "But I am not them."

Ryusei's expression did not change. "I know."

Mito's lips curved faintly. "Then tell me, child of fate, why should I hand Kurama over to you?"

Ryusei's voice was steady. "Because the world does not deserve him."

Mito's eyes flickered with amusement. "A bold claim."

She lifted her hand slowly—and the air itself trembled.

The Nine-Tails stirred within her, his malice like an inferno, his hatred boundless. His chakra, the mightiest among the Tailed Beasts, should have flooded the chamber, drowning it in a crushing, unrelenting presence.

But it did not.

It could not.

Because in the presence of Mito Uzumaki, even Kurama was nothing.

The very air around her shimmered with purity, an energy so vast, so perfected, that it made the Nine-Tails' power seem insignificant.

She had long since ascended beyond the limitations of a Jinchūriki.

Her mastery over chakra had transcended humanity.

She had refined her bloodline to such an extreme degree that even without Kurama, her lifeforce was greater than his.

Even if she were to release him now, she would not falter.

Even if he were to turn on her, she would subdue him as if he were a mere child's plaything.

Kurama himself let out a low, guttural growl from deep within her soul. "Tch. You damn woman."

Mito smiled.

"I have lived far too long to be deceived by men who seek power," she said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "Tell me, Ryusei… do you seek Kurama as a weapon?"

Ryusei met her gaze, unshaken.

"No."

"Then what do you seek?"

Ryusei's golden Rinne Sharingan gleamed.

"Completion."

Mito's fingers tapped lightly against the table, the soft sound echoing through the chamber.

"Completion…" she repeated softly, rolling the word on her tongue.

Then, after a long pause—

She laughed.

A rich, melodic sound—one that had not graced the world in far too long.

"You truly are fascinating," she mused. "Perhaps you are the only man I have met who does not seek to claim the Beasts for his own desires."

Ryusei did not respond. He did not need to.

Mito leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on the back of her hand. "Kurama has been mine for a long, long time. But even I know… his destiny does not end with me."

Her violet eyes shone with something ancient.

Something absolute.

"Very well."

She raised her hand—

And in that instant, Kurama was freed.

A tidal wave of chakra exploded into the chamber, filling the air with a suffocating pressure. The walls trembled, the ground cracked, the very essence of the world seemed to shake beneath the force of the Nine-Tails.

But Mito?

She sat there, unmoved.

Kurama's massive form manifested before them, his colossal frame pressing against the walls of reality itself. His slitted crimson eyes burned with fury as he snarled, his teeth bared.

"I should rip you apart for this!"

Mito sighed.

And with a mere flick of her wrist—

Kurama froze.

The air collapsed around him, an unseen force pinning him to the very fabric of existence. His immense chakra, his overwhelming rage—all silenced in an instant.

Like a child being scolded.

Kurama gritted his fangs. "Damn… woman…"

Mito smiled sweetly. "Come now, Kurama. Have some dignity."

Ryusei stepped forward.

His Rinne Sharingan pulsed.

And in that moment—reality opened.

The fabric of the world split apart, revealing the endless golden skies of his domain. A realm where the Tailed Beasts were no longer prisoners, but something more.

A place where balance was being rewritten.

Kurama's gaze snapped to it, his breath still heavy with fury.

Then, slowly…

He laughed.

A deep, rumbling sound that shook the air.

"Heh… so that's what this is."

Mito turned to Ryusei. "If he resists, will you force him?"

Ryusei shook his head. "I don't need to."

Kurama grinned.

"You're an interesting one," the beast muttered. His crimson eyes gleamed with something dangerous.

"But let's see if your 'balance' is worth a damn."

And with that—

The Nine-Tails stepped forward.

Into the rift.

And he was gone.

The New Dawn

The world would awaken to a terrible realization.

The final Tailed Beast had vanished.

There was no war. No battle. No trace left behind.

Only emptiness.

And somewhere, beyond the reach of gods and mortals alike—

A new balance was being forged.

Ryusei turned to Mito.

She sipped her tea, unbothered.

"I assume you'll be watching?" he asked.

Mito smiled.

"For the next hundred years or so."

She raised her cup slightly.

"Good luck, child. You've just changed the world."

Ryusei nodded once.

And reality folded around him—

As he vanished into the world that was now his.

End of Chapter 94.