Naruto: I Am Not Really Related - Chapter 46: Danzo Who Doubts His Life

Maid, older sister, younger sister, and even mother, all of them.

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Reborn in the world of Naruto as the Nine Tails, he finds himself sealed within Uzumaki Kushina. No longer just a mindless beast, he possesses his own will, intelligence, and the power to change the fate of the tailed beasts.Madara : I never thought that my Rinnegan would be crushed by Nine Tails.Hashirama: Times have changed. I once controlled the Nine Tails, and now the Nine Tails controls me.Uchiha Mikoto: Kushina, I didn’t expect you to have something this powerful sealed inside you.Uzumaki Kushina: Each of the Nine Tails' tails gives me a different feeling.At this moment, the Nine Tails stood tall, representing all the tailed beasts.“Tailed beasts will never be slaves!”

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.