For a Jinchūriki, how could the thought ever not arise?
The desire to become a Perfect Jinchūriki.
It wasn't mere ambition,it was instinct. A quiet yearning buried deep within the soul of anyone cursed to share their body with a monster.
But what exactly did Perfect mean?
It wasn't just the terrifying leap in strength, the kind that shattered common sense and rewrote the balance of power.
That was only the surface.
The true meaning lay deeper.
A Perfect Jinchūriki no longer fought alone.
They stood shoulder to shoulder with the bijus inside them,no chains, no suppression, no fear. Two wills moving as one.
By contrast, ordinary Jinchūriki lived in constant tension.
They borrowed chakra like thieves in their own bodies, always alert, always wary,afraid that the beast might resist, sabotage them in battle, or seize control at the worst possible moment.
A single lapse meant losing everything.
But a Perfect Jinchūriki?
There was no theft. No struggle.
The bijus offered its power willingly, without reservation.
It was the difference between hell and salvation.
How could Utakata,someone who had lived every day under that invisible pressure,not crave such a state?
Yet he also knew the truth.
That road was steep. Cruel. Nearly impossible.
"A Perfect Jinchūriki…" Utakata said quietly, his voice low and guarded.
"It's tempting. Of course it is."
He lifted his gaze to Chiba.
"But who has ever truly reached that level?"
"I've only ever heard of two,the Yondaime Mizukage… and Killer B of Kumogakure."
Chiba nodded without hesitation.
"That's right."
History itself bore witness.
Even years later, during the Five Kage Summit, Shimura Danzō would admit that across the entire shinobi world, only four individuals had ever truly controlled bijus power:
Hashirama Senju.
Madara Uchiha.
Killer B.
And Yagura Karatachi.
But Chiba knew the difference.
Hashirama and Madara didn't coexist with bijus.
One crushed them with overwhelming force.
The other shackled them with sheer will.
That wasn't harmony.
That was domination.
And more importantly,neither of them had ever been a Jinchūriki.
So until Naruto Uzumaki's era, only Yagura Karatachi and Killer B could genuinely be called Perfect Jinchūriki.
Chiba's lips curved into a faint smile.
"But precedent means possibility."
Utakata scoffed softly.
"You're painting me a dream. Empty words."
"This isn't a dream," Chiba replied, his tone calm, steady,unwavering.
"One of those two Perfect Jinchūriki is our Mizukage."
"And that means,aside from Kumogakure,the only village that knows how to create a Perfect Jinchūriki…"
"…is Kirigakure."
Silence stretched between them.
"That," Chiba continued, "is fact."
Utakata frowned, his fingers tightening slightly.
"Even if that's true… it's not knowledge I can reach."
"But I can."
The words landed heavily.
"You?" Utakata's eyes widened.
"Of course," Chiba said simply.
"If I become Mizukage, those secrets come with the title."
Utakata's heart skipped.
Because Chiba wasn't lying.
Yagura did hold that knowledge.
But Yagura was broken.
A puppet drowned in genjutsu, stripped of reason,left with nothing but madness, cruelty, and bloodlust.
Hope had died with him.
That despair was why Utakata had fled in the first place.
But now,
If Chiba truly ascended…
"…Why should I believe you?" Utakata asked.
The question itself betrayed hesitation.
Chiba met his gaze and smiled,not mockingly, but knowingly.
"Then tell me," he said softly,
"who else can you believe?"
Utakata froze.
Who indeed?
Continue running?
Then his future held only two endings,
Endless mental torment, forever wrestling with the Rokubi…
Or capture.
Extraction.
Death.
Chiba's offer wasn't ideal.
But it was real.
"…Why help me?" Utakata finally asked.
Chiba didn't dodge the truth.
"I'm not helping you," he said evenly.
"I'm helping myself."
Then his gaze sharpened.
"If I become Mizukage, wouldn't I want another Perfect Jinchūriki in my village?"
"Any sane Kage would."
"Especially when the current one is insane."
Utakata exhaled slowly.
The resistance drained from his shoulders.
"…You're right."
After a pause, he nodded.
"I'll trust you. Just once."
"Even if it fails… I'm no worse off than I am now."
Chiba's smile widened,confident, certain.
"It won't fail."
Those watching couldn't help but feel shaken.
Ghost Lantern Mangetsu looked at Chiba with renewed respect.
And Hotaru,standing nearby,stared at him as if watching a legend take shape, her eyes glittering with awe.
With the Rokubi matter resolved, Chiba and Mangetsu prepared to depart from the Tsuchigumo Clan.
Hotaru, however, lingered.
Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched her grandfather's sleeve, pleading softly to follow them to Kirigakure.
En no Gyōja sighed, then turned to Chiba.
Chiba chuckled lightly.
"This is your family's decision. I won't interfere."
"But if you trust me," he added,
"Hotaru can come."
"As long as she's with me, she'll be safe."
En no Gyōja's eyes brightened immediately.
"Then I'm relieved," he said with a smile.
"Next time we meet… should I call you Mizukage-sama?"
"You're too kind," Chiba replied.
The old man wasn't naïve.
The rebellion had been crushed.
The Rokubi reclaimed.
Nothing could stop Chiba now.
Binding the Tsuchigumo Clan to the future Mizukage was simply good sense.
And Hotaru herself wanted nothing more.
A perfect alignment of interests.
Thus, Chiba set out,
With Ghost Lantern Mangetsu,
Utakata, the Rokubi Jinchūriki,
And the young Hotaru,
Marching straight toward Kirigakure.
Chiba laughed, voice ringing with confidence.
"Brothers," he said,
"we're going to take office as Mizukage."
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