Location: Somewhere off the Eastern Sea – Rebuilt Uzushiogakure
Aizen had been working his ass off, using Wood Style to fully rebuild the village, deploying about 5,000 clones to get the job done. His massive chakra reserves didn't shock the villagers, though—to them, he was an Uzumaki. Having such vast reserves was to be expected.
What wasn't expected, however, was for the Two-Tails and Eight-Tails to help in rebuilding the village. As in, actually help. The Eight-Tails mostly worked on bridges and heavy infrastructure.
And the Two-Tails? Providing fuel. Chakra fuel.
Aizen had a plan—a way of making the Bijū essential to the Uzumaki. He wanted to weave them into daily life so thoroughly, so practically, that they could never again be seen as weapons.
But rather—friends.
Deities, one might say.
And with their help... the Uzumaki Village was now... rebuilt.
It was no longer the victim of the most devious gangbang in Naruto history.
It was no longer the place where the most horrendous jumping this world had ever known occurred.
Now it stood tall—reborn.
There were gates. Complex seals. We're talking about the most complex of complex shit that he had built here. People without Uzumaki blood couldn't even enter the inner part of the village.
As for why he could enter?
He was Aizen Sōsuke. Did you really think he wouldn't find a way to give himself some semblance of Uzumaki genetics in order to make his play more believable?
If you did... then you were right.
He didn't have an ounce of it. But he had a plausible excuse.
In one of the many recovered seals returned to them, there was one specific seal—created by Aizen, but made to look ancient.
A seal that described summoning the Reaper Death Seal and offering up something precious in exchange for power. The more you exchanged, the more you got back.
His excuse?
He exchanged his Uzumaki genetics, alongside the clan Kekkei Genkai he had inherited and half of his lifespan, for the power he currently wielded.
The reason why his red hair was dyed—without it, both sides would be white. And anyone who looked closely would notice that there wasn't a drop of Yang Chakra left in it. It looked like the chakra of an old man.
If they deemed him unworthy to lead, he would understand.
After all... he simply did what he deemed necessary for his people.
Yet, he wouldn't outright reveal it. Instead, he would leave breadcrumbs. Let someone find out. That would probably elevate his status in their eyes.
Good.
Anyway, currently he stood in the middle of the village.
Surrounded by survivors. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds.
Some were born here.
Others had been hidden in Rain, or scattered throughout the Earth and Grass countries.
Some were children. Others were worn, jaded elders.
But all of them...
Uzumaki.
He stood upon a grand platform woven from Wood Style chakra, his robes flowing in the sea breeze, a warm—almost painfully sincere—smile on his face.
And for a moment... he looked human.
Not the destroyer of Cloud.
Not the man who razed a nation.
Just Aizen Sōsuke—one of them.
He bowed deeply, his hair cascading forward.
"I'm sorry."
"Back then, I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't wise enough. And I couldn't stop what happened to us. I couldn't stop the slaughter. The theft. The pain."
He looked up, Rinnegan shimmering faintly beneath illusion-dampened lids.
"I swore to myself to retrieve you all and protect our legacy... no matter the cost."
That part sounded a bit ominous, but he simply smiled at them.
"I am happy that you all are here today."
And then—he showed them.
With a single seal, the massive Fūinjutsu dome surrounding the island shimmered into visibility—a hemisphere of pure sealing energy layered over itself hundreds of times. Inscriptions from forgotten Uzumaki dialects pulsed in rhythmic intervals, creating an impenetrable barrier of spiritual and chakra-based defense.
"No one... will get inside."
He turned, sweeping his arm toward the rebuilt village behind him.
"This is your home. Ours. Uzushiogakure is reborn. And with it, our future."
The crowd whispered. Then grew louder.
Tears were shed. People fell to their knees.
A few children clung to his legs.
And Aizen—still smiling—gave each one a warm pat on the head. They all seemed happy, yet a few Uzumaki sensed something was off. They had the Uzumaki clan's mind's eye of the Kagura, and Aizen's vitality... felt... weak. His soul felt split.
And the way he had said "by any means necessary"...
But they were too happy to probe further into it. They were free now. And that was all that mattered.
"I've sent my bodies across the world. To every land, every forgotten corner. If there are Uzumaki out there... I will find them. I will bring them home."
A hand on his heart. A solemn vow.
"You are not alone. Not anymore."
They believed him.
They wanted to believe him.
And that was all he needed.
POV Change
He sighed a bit, looking at his hand. He could feel it—Seijuro had sent him half of the Nine-Tails' chakra he possessed. It was a lot.
He sparred with Kushina a lot, and anytime she was about to lose control, he placed one of those special seals on her—absorbing the excess chakra and allowing her to fight at 100%.
Anyway, he got enough chakra.
And after fusing with it, Aizen now had the power of all Nine-Tailed Beasts within him—Two-Tails included.
Speaking of which, he sent the Two and Eight-Tails' chakra to Seijuro, making sure that both halves had all Nine-Tailed Beasts' chakra flowing in their system.