In Naruto: Reborn with a Chat Group

Makoto casually tossed his chibi Kuramas back into his sealed space. Then, turning back to the stunned Nine-Tails, he grinned.

"Oh, by the way," he said, voice full of amusement, "I still have dozens more inside me."

Makoto clapped his hands together. "If you behave in the future, I might even give you one and let you become whole again. How about that?"

His smile widened as he said, "Sounds like a pretty sweet deal, huh?"

"So, when you've got nothing better to do, help Naruto out, yeah? You get me?"

Kurama didn't even respond. He was too busy trying to process what the hell he just heard.

'There are dozens of me... inside this brat?'

At first, he wanted to dismiss it as nonsense, but he had already sensed multiple pieces of his own chakra from Makoto before.

And the worst part, this kid just casually pulled out two full versions of himself in front of him like it was no big deal.

Kurama turned to look at Naruto again. 'Tsk! Damn it! There's no way out of this, huh?'

'Guess I really do need to play nice with this brat now...' As that thought settled in, frustration boiled inside him.

Because the truth was, every single person in Konoha was a goddamn lunatic.