Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

Kurama was punching Ōtsutsuki .

Kicking Ōtsutsuki Urashiki.

The dignity of the Ōtsutsuki clan had been utterly trampled.

Their noble bloodline, the divine conquerors of worlds, reduced to a laughingstock by "lower lifeforms."

What a disgrace.

But for Kurama, it was clear: Urashiki and Kinshiki were the real lower creatures.

As the smoke and dust cleared, two battered figures emerged from the rubble—Momoshiki and Urashiki.

Their glare toward Kurama burned with rage.

These were the beings who’d roamed the universe, destroying planets as if it were child’s play. Their clothes had barely known a wrinkle in battle.

Now, they had been sent flying.

Not by chakra beasts or ancient weapons, but by fists. Kicks. Brawling.

Worse, by the very creatures they deemed beneath them.