Chapter 59: Real World
[Well, when I say that I mean you wouldn't be able to figure it out anytime soon...and by the time you do know about it, it will be too close to the final battle]
When the AI mentioned the final battle, I instantly thought about the war against Madara...if this was something that could boost Shikomus chances against that he would take it
[Under normal circumstances, even for players, one can only hold 1 Tailed Beast at a time...sure there are multiple exceptions to such a rule...that being said I can say with absolute certainty you can hold 2 tailed beasts...and bring them both into the real world]
???
I felt intense shock, bringing the tailed beast into the real world simply sounded insane to me! While I speculated about it, when I regained my senses I thought it was the ramblings of a mad man who was in world ending pain…
What the hell?!
[Now, congratulations Keeper of Forbidden Knowledge, I guess I will have to monitor you even more closely than before...I didn't even think that was possible]
As the system panel disappeared from my view, I looked into the mirror that was inside of me Inner World...
Sure, my mind was currently in turmoil, but time had resumed for Matatabi.
I looked at the Tailed Beast, and I could feel an intrinsic emotional connection with it… and right now, that connection was seething with something hot.
Intense rage.
Standing before me in the endless expanse of my inner world — a sea of glowing grass and sky like liquid sapphire — was a towering feline silhouette engulfed in flickering cobalt and black fire.
Her fur moved like smoke. Her mismatched eyes, one gold, one green, stared him down with a depth that could level mountains.
Matatabi.
The way her chakra pressed against my soul felt like I was standing before a god.
And yet, she radiated something far more… personal.
"You are not her," she said finally, her voice resonating like a hum through the ground itself.
"No," I replied calmly, standing his ground. "I'm not Yugito."
Her flames flickered faster at the name.
"And yet here you stand, with her power embedded in you. With her soul replaced by yours. Did you see what they did to her?"
I said nothing.
Matatabi lowered her head slightly, eyes narrowing.
"She wasn't perfect," the beast continued, her tail coiling behind her like a slow-moving storm. "But she treated me with… dignity. And now she is gone."
I looked up at the massive being. "I didn't choose this. But I'm here now. And I'm not planning on being your jailor."
Matatabi paused.
For a moment, the world was still — even the glowing grass seemed to stop its gentle waving.
"Then what are you?" she asked.
I couldn't help but exhale slightly.
"I'm someone who's already seen too many people in this world get used, get broken, get thrown away when they're no longer convenient. I don't want to fight you. But I won't be a puppet either. Not for the village… not for anyone. If we're going to do this, we do this together."
I felt like I had to say just the right words... from my understanding, tailed beasts had gone through plenty of Jinchuriki.
I was sure plenty of them tried communicating with the beasts, but the beasts simply didn't trust them. So everything I did now was monitored by this beast, and she would evaluate the type of person I was.
A tense silence hung between us.
Matatabi leaned in, and though separated by the shimmering mirror-like barrier of my inner world, I felt a phantom warmth ripple through my skin — not real, but something my mind registered as her breath, laced with fire and challenge. "And what happens when you lose control? When my power burns through your mind and body?"
I smirked slightly. "I think you will come to see that I won't be that easy to burn."
Matatabi didn't say anything as she simply curled and went to sleep.
She seemed to ignore my presence now... which was weird since I was technically her landlord now.
And she seemed to take this situation much better than Kurama did.
But right now, I had more important things to focus on.
...
I decided now would be the perfect time to log out into the real world.
I opened my eyes inside of my full-dive tank, and the second I came back to reality, I pressed a button inside the chamber.
The water drained around me, the mask detached from my face with a soft hiss, and a stream of warm air began drying my body.
But something was wrong.
My chest was hot—burning, even. My heart pounded like a drum, and my limbs trembled under a strange, unseen pressure. A wave of vertigo hit me, and my eyes widened as I sensed it.
Chakra.
Not in the game. In the real world.
"What the hell…" I muttered, placing a shaky hand against the glass wall of the tank. My fingers tingled—not numb, not weak.
I felt too strong...
I sat up carefully, the cool metal floor grounding me, but the heat in my chest remained constant.
My entire body was under strain… as if my physical form was struggling to contain what now resided within me.
Without hesitation, I closed my eyes again.
Focus.
And just like that—I was back. My inner world welcomed me with familiar skies of liquid blue and glowing green plains stretching infinitely.
But this time, it wasn't just my imagination or a game interface.
This was real.
Somehow, impossibly, my consciousness—my true self—had created a link between the digital and physical world. The avatar I embodied in the game—my powers, my body—was bleeding into reality.
I had no idea how the developers achieved this... if they even did really make this.
A sharp gust of wind cut through the stillness of the grasslands as Matatabi slowly turned to face me again.
And for the first time, her expression wasn't a glare or a growl—it was confusion. Piercing, stunned confusion.
Which made sense.
She just realised there were different worlds, and that I—Mathew—was using something to have an avatar in her own world.
She had many, many questions... yet I couldn't be bothered to answer them right now.
I was still too shocked.
I stepped out of the full-dive pod slowly, my bare feet touching the smooth metal flooring of my room as the pod softly hissed closed behind me.
A faint hum echoed around me — the remnants of cooling systems winding down after a long simulation session. The lights of my bedroom were off, leaving only the soft glow from the nearby city outside to pour in through the window.
I walked over to the pane of glass, slid it open, and stepped out onto the narrow balcony.
The sky was painted a deep navy, speckled with stars.
The moon hung low, casting an otherworldly glow over the sprawling buildings below.
The city was calm — quieter than usual — and I welcomed the stillness.
The game had changed everything.
My very being, both in the virtual world and now slowly, terrifyingly, in the real one.
I looked at my right hand.
My heart was still pounding lightly from earlier.
My skin burned faintly from within — the telltale sign of chakra circulation. I hadn't thought it would feel so… natural.
'I have to know,' I thought to myself.
I looked over my shoulder at the bedroom door. My parents were asleep. I wasn't going to wake them — they wouldn't understand this yet, and frankly, I wasn't ready to try explaining it.
Closing the window and going back into my room, I raised my right hand and took a deep breath. I focused on the sensation I had felt in the tank, the faint heat at the center of my being.
I willed the chakra forward.
Nothing.
I grimaced.
There wasn't enough.
There barely was enough chakra for me to even recognize that it was there in the first place.
"Matatabi…" I thought, narrowing my eyes. "I know you can hear me. I'm not in your world right now, but I know you're there. I promise I'll explain everything soon, but right now — please. Just give me a little chakra. I need to try this."
Seconds passed.
Silence.
Then a minute.
Nothing happened.
Was she refusing? Was she even capable of giving me chakra here?
Or maybe the seal didn't work across realities?
I clenched my fist in frustration, about to drop my hand—
—and then I felt it.
A surge.
Subtle at first.
Then growing.
A warm, pulsing tide of power that trickled into my limbs, my muscles, my very cells.
My breath caught. The burning inside my chest intensified for a moment, and then smoothed out into something more stable.
Chakra.
It was real.
I had chakra in the real world.
My instincts took over.
I closed my eyes, shifted my stance, and molded the chakra. Just a little — enough for a jutsu I had practically engraved into my soul through endless repetition.
One hand sign.
That was all I needed.
[Water Style: Rope Binding Technique]
In an instant, water vapor from the air twisted and condensed in front of me, forming a long, snake-like rope of shimmering water, coiled around my arm, gently writhing like a living serpent.
I stared at it in stunned silence.
I had just used ninjutsu.
In the real world.
"What the fuck…" I whispered.
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