Shisui raised his head once more, a faint, smooth smile gracing his features. "Because I walk alongside the swarm. Within my very flesh, countless insects live in perfect symbiosis with ."
"So that is the reason," the Seven-Tails let out a sharp, chiming laugh that vibrated like crystal. "Fascinating. You are the second... no, the third human in existence who can natively interpret my thoughts."
Shisui's interest piqued, and he asked, "Did the individuals who maintained your seals over the decades never once address you by your true na?"
"Never," Chōi's tone dipped, carrying a heavy note of underlying grievance. "They called the Seven-Tails, the Monster, the Great Calamity. Not a single person ever troubled themselves to ask what I preferred to be called."
Shisui replied smoothly, "How profoundly ignorant of them. You are remarkably reasonable to converse with."
Hearing his affirmation, the massive entity's deanor shifted instantly, turning noticeably vibrant and energetic.
"You have no idea! I have been locked behind those seals for decades—decades without a single soul to speak to! Those human wardens were universally grim and terrifying, keeping confined in pitch-black enclosures without the slightest bit of casual conversation.
I was so utterly bored that I nearly shredded my own wings counting the scales out of sheer desperation!"
Shisui: "..."
This Tailed Beast is exceptionally talkative.
"Oh, right, right! Who is that tiny child standing beside you?" Chōi's massive compound eyes pivoted sharply toward Shiringu. "That vivid crimson hair... she belongs to the Uzumaki lineage, doesn't she? Are you preparing to anchor to her flesh as my new Jinchūriki?"
Shisui did not deny the implication. "If you are anable to the arrangent."
"I am entirely willing!" Chōi answered with zero hesitation. "To be quite frank, being sealed inside a living human body or locked inside a rudintary iron kettle makes very little practical difference to . However—"
She paused mid-sentence, her ntal voice laced with eager anticipation.
"Could you occasionally allow out into the open air to catch my breath? Just occasionally! For instance, when the weather is exceptionally clear, let take a single lap through the skies to look at the outside world.
I solemnly swear I won't attempt to escape, nor will I inflict harm upon a single soul!"
Shisui stared up at those massive, incandescent compound eyes. Within their multi-faceted depths, he could discern a raw, unadulterated longing—the desperate yearning of a consciousness that had been systematically denied freedom for half a century.
For a fleeting second, his mind flashed to the countless test specins confined within the glass petri dishes of his laboratory.
Did those insects harbor the sa mute desperation? Did they look up into the artificial darkness, praying for a day they could spread their wings and cross the threshold?
"There is no need for that," Shisui stated levelly.
Chōi froze, her massive wings locking up. "No need? What exactly do you an by that?"
"There is no need to bind your existence inside a human vessel," Shisui explained slowly. "I have developed an entirely different alternative."
Right at that pivotal mont, a faint, high-frequency hum echoed from the darkness behind his cloak.
Shisui turned his gaze toward the adjacent incubation vats. The dragonfly larvae nourished by Chōi's residual chakra were rapidly shedding their pupal casings.
One, two, ten, a hundred—vivid, erald-green wings unfurled from the nutrient fluid, their damp, segnted bodies trembling slightly as they t the open air.
They struggled out of the incubation terminals, crawling blindly across the stone floor toward Shisui's position.
No—they weren't navigating toward him. They were tracking the imnse chakra signature of the Seven-Tails.
The freshly erged dragonfly hatchlings utilized every shred of their infantile strength to scale the base of Chōi's armored legs, emitting microscopic, high-frequency vibrations through their spiracles.
"Mother... Mother..."
Shisui blinked, montarily caught off guard.
Chōi froze entirely. She looked down at the tiny, fragile organisms swarming around her claws, her massive compound eyes completely blank with overwhelming bewildernt.
"They... they are addressing ?"
Shisui nodded gently. "Their biology was cultured and accelerated using your direct chakra signature. From a genetic and spiritual standpoint, they are indeed your true descendants."
The Seven-Tails fell into a profound, prolonged silence. When she finally spoke, her ntal voice trembled for the very first ti.
"I... I possess children of my own?"
The dragonfly hatchlings had already clustered around her lower torso, using their delicate mouthparts to lightly tap against her thick, obsidian exoskeleton.
Chōi remained completely motionless, rigid as stone, as if terrified that a single involuntary shift of her weight would inadvertently crush them into paste.
"They are so remarkably small," she whispered, her voice filled with a strange, maternal awe. "So incredibly fragile..."
Shisui walked forward, stepping up to the periter of the array. Chōi raised her massive head, her golden eyes locking onto his visor.
"I wish..." her voice carried a rare note of vulnerability. "I wish to ensure their survival. I want to protect them."
Shisui dropped into a casual, cross-legged seat before the grand beast. "I happen to have a proposition."
"What sort of proposition?"
"We shall construct a sovereign Summoning Sacred Land," Shisui stated smoothly, his tone carrying an innate weight. "With your consciousness serving as the absolute core, and these dragonflies constituting the primary citizenry.
You shall reign as the Progenitor of the Realm—their spiritual anchor and ultimate sovereign."
"A Summoning Sacred Land? Like Mount Myōboku or the Shikkotsu Forest?"
"Precisely."
"But if we establish such a bond... won't we simply beco the property of you humans? Forced to manifest whenever you command, reduced to re summoning beasts?"
Shisui let out a soft laugh. "Not summoning beasts—strategic partners. The Human race and the Swarm shall choose one another freely, elevating one another through mutual achievent.
You will never be bound by seals, nor will you ever endure captivity inside an iron walls. You shall reside permanently within your own realm, surrounded by your children.
Only when a human collaborator has earned your respect and truly requires your intervention will they invoke the covenant to call upon your strength."
Chōi fell silent once more. She lowered her imnse head, watching the erald hatchlings climb across her carapace before looking back up at Shisui.
For the very first ti in her long, chaotic existence, she seed to actively engage her cognitive faculties, deliberately analyzing the paraters of the future—the future of her children.
In the past, she had rely existed as a carefree, primitive insect. But now, a profound sense of responsibility weighed upon her consciousness.
"You will not exploit for your own designs?"
"I will not."
"You will never confine behind bars?"
"Never."
"I can truly remain with my descendants permanently?"
"You have my word."
Chōi stared at him for several seconds, looking straight through his visor. Then, without a word of warning, she violently dropped her colossal head right in front of his chest.
"Then etch the seal."
Shisui blinked, caught off guard by her sudden compliance.
Before he could fully process the shift, Chōi urged him frantically through the ntal link: "Didn't you state you wanted to execute a summoning contract with ? Hurry up, hurry up! Do it before I find a reason to change my mind!"
Looking at the massive, armored skull resting inches from his hands, Shisui offered a faint smile.
He bit his right thumb, drawing a drop of blood, and executed a flawless sequence of hand seals.
He slamd his palm against her forehead, and the intricate, black geotric formulas of the Summoning Covenant rapidly spread across her carapaced brow.
A brilliant flare of golden chakra erupted, enveloping both figures in a blinding pillar of light as the covenant was officially bound to their souls.
The exact millisecond the contract finalized, Shisui felt an extraordinary, phantom sensation rippling through his consciousness—an intense, harmonic resonance with his cheat system.
With a simple shift of his intent, the colossal form of the Seven-Tails vanished from the stone vault instantly. In the next breath, Chōi materialized directly within the boundless expanse of his cheat space.
It was an infinite, chaotic void, devoid of horizon, saturated with a faint, pervasive golden luminescence.
Situated in the exact center of this primordial domain was a massive, shimring reservoir of golden fluid—the accumulated three thousand years of Primordial Energy Shisui had systematically hoarded.
Shisui had initially assud that the system would relegate a Tailed Beast into one of the standard inventory slots.
He hadn't anticipated that because of her nature as a pure, massive concentration of sentient energy, the space would automatically categorize her as core fuel and grant her entry to the inner sanctuary.
Chōi stood at the edge of the golden reservoir, her massive compound eyes bulging to their absolute limits with sheer, unadulterated shock.
"What... what is this place?!"
She could sll the intoxicating vapor rising from the liquid—an incredibly high-tier, pristine energy saturated with an infinite, boundless life force.
rely inhaling the ambient mist sent a wave of subli, therapeutic comfort coursing through her entire spiritual network.
"It slls absolutely incredible..." she murmured, her ntal voice turning distinctly glazed. "I want to consu it... I need to taste it..."
She lowered her imnse mandibles, attempting to lap at the golden fluid.
Yet, no matter how hard she strained, her mouth t an impenetrable, invisible barrier. The golden reservoir remained perfectly visible, yet entirely untouchable, separated by a flawless systemic restriction.
"Why can't I reach it?!" Chōi grew visibly frantic, her massive wings fluttering in a wild panic. "Let have a single sip! Just one drop!"
Shisui's consciousness manifested within the void, watching her desperate, frantic antics with an expression of mild amusent.
"You desire to consu the Primordial Fluid?"
"Yes!" Chōi nodded her colossal head so violently the space trembled. "I am losing my mind over it!"
Shisui fell into a brief, calculating thought. Three thousand years of Primordial Energy had indeed taken an imnse amount of ti to accumulate.
However, now that the Seven-Tails had bound her soul to his covenant, she was officially a permanent asset of his core network.
Allowing her to absorb a fraction of the reserves carried no structural risk—and given the massive international war looming on the imdiate horizon, optimizing his primary living weapon was simply sound military strategy.
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