Seijuro had done quite a lot in those few years. While he was like 75% alien by now, and that fact kinda boosted his stats to no end—like for real—his stats received the most massive of buffs.
His Taijutsu seemed to have skyrocketed; he had far surpassed Urashiki's power. Well, he kinda did surpass him. By the time he turned like 10% or so, it seemed like being an Ōtsutsuki offered him some buff.
He now gained access to a Byakugan, which could see practically around the globe. Yes, his vision was that great now.
His Genjutsu also seemed to have received a massive buff—not that he minded. As the days went by, he was becoming less human and more a god... yet, he didn't really care much. Yeah, it was progress alright, but godhood didn't feel like all that much. It was aight at best.
It didn't feel like this was his first time becoming a god. He had become one as Aizen, and now as himself. (Referring to his second identity.)
So this would be like, what, his second time? Oh well, he didn't mind. He ate the meal made by Kushina. It was something very hot, and he quite enjoyed it. It seemed like she had grown accustomed to eating very spicy stuff. That was great—good even. He felt nice just being here.
Her meal tasted nice.
"Thank you for the meal," he said calmly.
"No problem," she replied with a smile.
"Let me help," he said, taking the dish from her hands.
"Hey, you don't need to do that—"
He calmed her down and pressed his hand on her shoulder.
"You made the food. It's only right I help with the cleaning," he said calmly, going to the dish, summoning water... without any hand seals in order to help himself clean the dish.
Another thing he noticed he could do... he had very great control over the elements to the point that he no longer required hand seals. He could simply use the jutsu.
And he could now absorb chakra, even without the Karma.
Whoever was in charge of balancing this world was doing a horrible job. But oh well, he found a glitch, and he abused it.
Oh well.
As he finished cleaning the dish, he noticed how she was looking at him.
Hm... well, guess that's goodnight to trying to sleep peacefully.
Later That Night – Seijuro's Room
He looked at his right hand, like a teenage boy looking at their right hand when they were thinking of beating their shit.
Thinking about all of their life decisions at this moment... like Am I really going to do this shit again? What am I doing with my life? And after all those thoughts, you—yes, you—would go on to beat that shit.
Seijuro, however, wasn't like that. He was simply looking at the Karma in his hand. He had studied it with Aizen and had come to realize something.
The Karma was raw compression.
A data format of power. It stored jutsu, experiences, concepts. When activated, it didn't just give him strength—it unfolded knowledge. Muscle memory from a species not of this world. Laws from a higher plane.
It bypassed what it meant to be mortal.
And he had mastered it.
Well... as much as one could master something still evolving with every use.
The Karma's nature was parasitic by design—meant to resurrect its original Ōtsutsuki user over time. But Seijuro's soul was too strong... even split, the being was erased before it could even think of gaining control.
So, as things stood, Seijuro could still get another Karma, as long as he didn't reach 100% Ōtsutsuki, he could get another one.
So much knowledge. The power was—heh. He doubted any Ōtsutsuki at this point in time could pose a challenge to him.
A certain monk would cough at this.
"This vessel... too weak," Jigen would say. His body felt quite feeble. Yet, as he stood up, he received a message.
His brow furrowed. That was odd. He never received those shits from his home planet.
Apparently... there was a Ten-Tails, 100x stronger, in a nearby dimension, and his cronies picked it up.
Oh... nice.
Well... time to feast.
There was something else.
A message from his clan... from the future.
{KILL SEIJURO KURAMA}
This message would be sent to all Ōtsutsuki.
Seijuro Kurama had just gotten himself the biggest bounty—but he couldn't think of that right now...
Why, you may ask?
Kushina would enter the room... and well, what she was wearing left quite a lot to the imagination. Like, he would have felt less tempted if she was naked than how she dressed right now.
Making him guess.
"Can... I... join... you?" she seemed nervous... just like Mikoto back the—oh, yeah, this was her first time.
He seemed to forget not everyone is as logical as he was. Oh well, he shall guide her. Shouldn't be too hard. It wasn't like her fiery personality meant she was also rough in bed... right?
Kurama, inside Kushina, would close his eyes and go to sleep. If he ever got a next Jinchūriki, he'd request it be a man, 'cause ain't no way in hell he was gonna finally look at his host get clapped for three body. Shit was quite annoying.
A/N....Kurama probably saw a lot of Hashirama wood....no pause.