As Radahn's hand gently pressed against Rin's forehead, a low hum resonated through the air like the murmur of ancient magic. A golden sigil glowed beneath their feet, inscribed with swirling runes foreign to this world. Time seemed to slow… then shatter.
In the blink of an eye, their consciousness was pulled inward — beyond body and blood, into a realm of mind and spirit.
The world around them shifted.
They now stood in a place where reality bent unnaturally — a submerged cathedral of water and void. Above and below, shimmering waves of chakra churned with oppressive weight. The ground was slick, black stone etched with claw marks. The air… thick with malevolence. Glimmers of strange bioluminescent lights pulsed through the darkness like drifting stars in a sea of gloom.
And then—it moved.
A vast eye opened in the dark, followed by another… and then another.
The entire space trembled as a hulking, monstrous form emerged from the shadows — the Three-Tails, Isobu.
Its monstrous bulk was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Coral-encrusted scales jutted out like natural armor, its three spiked tails twitching in agitation. Its jagged mouth parted as it let out a guttural, abyssal roar that seemed to come from the depths of a forgotten ocean.
"Another one?" it growled, voice echoing through the chamber like tectonic plates grinding together. "Another filthy human trying to bind me?!"
Rin trembled violently, clinging to Radahn's side like a leaf in a storm. She looked so small now, fragile — her courage crumbling in the face of something so ancient, so raw.
The beast glared with burning crimson eyes. Its anger was not personal… it was primordial.
"I do not know you, girl," it snarled, glaring down at Rin. "But I feel the chakra of chains around me once more. I won't be bound again. Not by your kind!"
It slammed a massive clawed limb into the watery floor, sending shockwaves across the realm. Geysers of liquid chakra burst skyward as its tails lashed about furiously.
"I was sealed. Tortured. Silenced. Not again."
"I was in hell- and I began to hate and I promise to eradicate every single one of you parasites for I AM , I AM-"
The hatred in its voice was palpable — centuries of pain compressed into every syllable. The beast began to surge forward, jaws opening, ready to devour the girl and her mysterious guardian.
But then—Radahn stepped in front of Rin.
Tall and unmoving, a colossus cloaked in calm defiance. His glowing golden eyes locked with the beast's in silence.
Rin who still shaking felt pity for the beast-
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The jungle was quiet.
Too quiet.
Kakashi stood alone amid the towering trees, the wind brushing past him like whispers in the dark. The air still held the golden warmth of Radahn's healing aura, but it had faded moments ago — and so had they.
Rin and the towering armoured warrior had gone still, both locked in some unknown trance. Radahn's hand still rested gently against her forehead, but neither of them moved. Their eyes were closed, their breathing calm… unnaturally calm.
Kakashi took a cautious step forward, his eyes flicking from Rin to Radahn. His instincts screamed at him — something was happening.
"They haven't moved in over a minute… what is this?" he thought, his Sharingan scanning their chakra. Rin's chakra was fluctuating wildly. A surge here. A tremor there.
It wasn't just healing. It was deeper. Violent. Chaotic.
"Rin…" he muttered, clenching his fist.
Just then, the ground beneath him trembled softly. It wasn't Radahn walking — it was something else. A pressure. A heaviness in the air, like the jungle itself was holding its breath.
Birds had gone silent. Even the insects had fled.
A creeping chill brushed over Kakashi's spine. He reached for a kunai out of habit, his gaze scanning the treeline.
Nothing.
Still nothing.
Then—snap.
A twig cracked behind him.
Kakashi turned sharply, kunai raised.
But it wasn't an enemy. Not yet.
It was the jungle, reacting to something unnatural.
He looked back at Rin.
Her face was twitching. A flicker of pain. Her lips parted slightly.
Kakashi stepped closer, urgency building in his chest.
"Rin… what's going on in there?"
He crouched beside her and looked up at Radahn — the giant, unmoving sentinel, like a statue carved from divine will. His armor glinted softly beneath the moonlight that now pierced the canopy.
The earth groaned faintly beneath them.
The sky felt heavier.
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The moment was heavy — a silence that came not from peace, but with the tension.
They stood atop a boundless sea of reflective blackness, mirroring the crimson sky swirling above like ink in water. Thunder cracked in the distance, though no clouds moved. The very space felt alive, saturated with raw, untamed chakra — the domain of a Tailed Beast, and now, the meeting place between god and monster.
Radahn stood tall, unmoving, radiant like a golden statue brought to life. Behind him, Rin gripped his crimson cape, her small form trembling. She had faced death before. But this... this was something else.
Radahn's voice rumbled like thunder wrapped in warmth.
"We cannot undo what has been done to you-" he said.
"But I promise you — it will not happen again."
The Three-Tails — Isobu — was seething.
His titanic form arched out of the black sea, water cascading from his shell and limbs like falling mountains. His single eye burned like molten lava, focused directly on Radahn.
"You dare speak to me like that?" Isobu's voice cracked across the plane like a dozen falling cliffs.
"You, who are neither Jinchūriki nor sage, think you can command ME?"
Radahn's face remained serene, unreadable — carved from stone, wreathed in light.
"I do not seek to command," he said, his voice deep, resounding, and laced with ancient weight.
"I offer mercy... and purpose."
"Purpose?!" the beast roared, slamming a claw into the watery ground. A shockwave of chakra splintered the reflective surface, sending pillars of water into the air.
"I have known only betrayal, imprisonment, and war! Humans use us. Break us. Seal us. You are no different—"
Radahn raised his hand.
The gesture was simple — but the reaction was apocalyptic.
From his palm, golden light spiralled outward in concentric circles, ancient and incomprehensible. Runes flared. Symbols not of chakra, but of something far older — of celestial design.
Then — with the ease of a whisper — he flicked his fingers.
The chains binding Isobu shattered.
No explosion. No resistance.
They dissolved into shimmering dust, falling like dying stars.
The moment the chains dissolved into twinkling particles and vanished into the black sea, something changed.
A low hum rippled through the space — not violent, but deep and resonant, like the sigh of the world exhaling for the first time in centuries. The crimson sky above began to pale, shifting into soft hues of gold and violet, as if dusk had surrendered to dawn.
The reflective black sea beneath their feet shimmered, then receded like a tide, revealing solid ground beneath — a field of ancient stone and soft grass glowing faintly with otherworldly light. Towering trees of crystal and stardust rose in the distance, and firefly-like motes filled the air, dancing lazily around them.
The once claustrophobic, cave-like domain had bloomed into a vast celestial glade, as though Radahn's touch had not only unshackled the beast — but awakened the true, untouched soul of their inner world.
The Three-Tails staggered, his body now unrestrained for the first time in years. The weight of centuries vanished in an instant.
And with freedom — came wrath.
"You FOOL!" Isobu howled.
From the water rose his tails, massive and terrible, twisting like hydra serpents in fury. With a roar that split the skies, the beast lunged from above, all three tails crashing down, claws primed to tear both Radahn and Rin asunder.
Time slowed.
Rin gasped and turned, shielding herself with her arms. Her legs gave out beneath her. She wanted to scream but no sound came.
Radahn's crimson cape fluttered in the otherworldly wind. His golden armor glistened beneath the cursed sky, unmoved. Then, slowly, his head tilted upward — eyes glowing brighter than ever before.
With nothing more than a flick of his massive hand, Radahn stood unmoved as the colossal, seething chakra of the Three-Tails surged toward them like a tidal wave of pure rage. Its jagged edges and violent momentum could tear through mountains — but just inches before reaching them, the attack froze.
The chakra, which moments ago trembled the very skies of the inner realm, began to flicker like a candle in the wind.
Then… it dissipated.
The energy unravelled into threads of pale blue light, curling and evaporating mid-air like mist under sunlight. In mere seconds, the devastating force of Isobu's wrath was gone — as if it had never existed. Silence echoed like a ringing bell.
Isobu — the Three-Tailed Beast — let out a guttural, confused roar that rippled through the realm. His immense, armor plated body began to tremble.
His tails whipped frantically, eyes wide in disbelief as his colossal form started to shrink. Not forcibly — but involuntarily, like something fundamental was being unraveled at its core.
"W-What's going on?!" Isobu bellowed, voice cracking into a guttural growl.
"What did you do?!"
His chakra continued to bleed out of him in steady waves, not violently torn, but gently lifted — as though the very air was peeling it away. His size diminished. His killing intent, once boiling over, began to falter like a dying fire. The beast was now half its size and shrinking further, his once-furious eyes reflecting confusion, disbelief, and... fear.
Radahn, calm and unmoving, stared into the bijuu's eyes — his golden orbs unwavering and stern.
"You are a force of nature-" Radahn spoke, his voice like the deep toll of a cathedral bell.
"But even nature bends to the hand of the stars. And you will no longer decide the fate of this child."
Rin stood behind Radahn, eyes wide in awe and trembling in quiet disbelief. She wasn't just watching a powerful man — she was witnessing a force beyond comprehension. The way Isobu's chakra trembled in the air around Radahn, how the world itself seemed to respond to his will… it felt divine.
Isobu let out one final roar, not in defiance, but in helplessness — his power suppressed, his size reduced, his pride shattered. For the first time in his life as a Tailed Beast, he was subdued without malice… or force.
And he had no answer to it.
A stunned silence echoed through the inner realm, no longer the suffocating cave but a vast, open space bathed in pale celestial light — a place reshaped by the divine presence of one man.
Isobu's immense form now crouched low, his chakra visibly leaking like mist from a shattered dam. His breathing slowed, no longer filled with rage, but confusion… and wariness.
'Who… is he?' the great beast thought.
'My chakra… it feels like it's gone. Like it was never there to begin with… No ripping, no tearing, no malice. Just… vanished. Lifted away.'
His massive eyes locked onto Radahn — the being who stood so small in comparison, yet loomed larger than any mountain in Isobu's perception.
'Is this an illusion? A genjutsu? No… no, it can't be. My senses are clear. My thoughts are intact. This isn't some trick of the eye or mind.'
'He suppressed me… as if it was nothing. With a flick of his hand.'
Isobu's thoughts drifted toward legends. Ancient whispers echoing from the time before even shinobi walked the earth.
'I think only Oldman Sage could do this-'
The beast's three tails lay still, twitching ever so slightly, as if unsure whether to rise in defiance or curl in retreat.
'Who is this man?'
Then, in a decision few Tailed Beasts ever make, Isobu grunted, his voice lower, controlled.
'For now… I'll listen. Let's see what he has to say.'
His red eyes, still glowing faintly, dimmed just enough to show restraint.