Beast
After finishing their work at home, Ritsuka, Tamamo, and Teuchi made their way to Konoha Construction Inc. to arrange for repairs to the bakery.
Upon arriving, Ritsuka was immediately struck by the overwhelming sight outside the office. Men, women, and children — even members of shinobi families — stood quietly in a long queue. Sadness weighed heavy in the air. Many of them looked like they were on the verge of collapsing, hollow-eyed from loss and grief.
Ritsuka's heart ached. He understood now, more than ever, why jinchūriki were hated by the common people. In times of pain and disaster, fear needed somewhere to be directed — and so they chose Naruto, Gaara, Killer Bee... all of them.
It was cruel, but it was a painful reality of human weakness. And Ritsuka, who had seen countless worlds fall in his previous life, understood that better than most.
After a short wait, Teuchi helped arrange workers to retrieve the locker hidden in the ruins of Ritsuka’s old house, just as he promised. Thankfully, the locker had survived, and inside it was the money Ritsuka's parents had saved over many years.
Without hesitation, Ritsuka returned the money Teuchi had spent for the workers.
When their turn at the office finally arrived, they arranged for construction men and some ninja workers to repair the bakery. The total cost for full renovation and upgrades was 27,500 ryō — slightly higher than expected, because Ritsuka had requested urgent work.
His sixth sense had warned him: Move back home quickly.
It was a feeling he had learned to trust. His instincts, born from countless battles, had never once betrayed him — and Tamamo, sensing his seriousness, fully agreed.
He had been an adult Japanese citizen and, he was humanity’s last Master. Deep inside, he wished for the quiet dignity of having his own home again.
He felt this is his retirement.
Predictably, Teuchi tried to advise him to save money, but Ritsuka gently insisted,
"I want to see my family’s home standing again. I won't let it stay broken."
He paid half the money upfront and finalized the contract.
The Construction Company, professional even in crisis, immediately sent workers, including genin-level ninjas, to start preparation.
Ritsuka watched with quiet interest.
Ninjas hauled heavy wooden beams onto rooftops with ease. They hammered and sawed while clinging to vertical walls, using chakra to stick to surfaces.
It was truly interesting world — a world of beings who lived above ordinary people.
He knew the manga, the anime... but now he saw the reality firsthand.
"So this is the strength of this shinobi... Not bad but can't be compared to my ninja servants" he thought, as he remembered his servants. He favoured his servants.
He couldn't help but wonder about the companions he had left behind. Because he was getting strange dreams of One Particular Servant.
"Draco... I wonder what she's doing now."
The thought of the lonely dragon beast girl tugged at his heart. He wondered why he is getting dreams of Draco in this world.
Since his original home had two rooms before, he decided to upgrade the new one to have three rooms — plenty of space for himself, Tamamo, and future guests.
The land was large enough, and with the plans submitted, the workers guaranteed the full reconstruction within three days.
By evening, the sun dipping low, Teuchi opened Ichiraku Ramen again.
The villagers, hungry and battered, flocked to the little shop like moths to a warm flame.
Seeing the crowd, Ritsuka and Tamamo immediately stepped up to help.
Ritsuka handled deliveries to tables with a warm smile, while Tamamo — ever graceful — helped Teuchi in the kitchen, showing a surprising talent for quick cooking.
Ayame darted between them, taking orders and cleaning.
Given the crisis, Teuchi slashed prices down to bare minimums, making sure everyone could eat something warm. Ritsuka, remembering the supplies salvaged from his bakery, offered them up without hesitation.
"Better to feed the village than let it rot," he said simply.
People praised Ritsuka’s kindness, blessing him with warm, grateful words.
Many villagers had lost family. Many more still sat beside hospital beds, praying for the wounded.
In this time of despair, a simple bowl of ramen and a few warm words could feel like a miracle.
By the end of the night, despite the low prices, Teuchi had made a small but honest profit.
But more importantly, he had fed countless hearts.
He ruffled Ritsuka’s hair with a proud smile, like a father blessing his son.
For the next three days, until the bakery’s reconstruction was finished, Ritsuka and Tamamo continued to help at Ichiraku Ramen, working side by side with Ayame and Teuchi.
And despite the sorrow that still hung over Konoha...
For those few hours each day, the little ramen shop became a place where people could smile again.
Ritsuka had wanted to help in the kitchen, but he knew better.
If he did, there was no doubt Uncle Teuchi would be shocked by his skills. Too early to reveal that side, Ritsuka decided with a quiet smile.
Instead, it was Tamamo who took the lead beside Teuchi. She helped prepare the noodles and carefully sliced the meat, learning everything from the ground up. Teuchi, with the patience of a true master, explained the importance of cutting the meat into proper sizes — how even a few millimeters could change the way the flavor soaked into the broth.
Tamamo listened attentively, her usual playful nature subdued by sincere effort. With her natural charm and business instincts, she even helped attract more customers to the shop during the crisis.
Watching her, Teuchi chuckled warmly.
"You really found yourself a good girl, Ritsuka," he said, clapping him on the back. "Dependable, hardworking — you're lucky."
Ritsuka scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "Yeah... I really am," he answered honestly, glancing at Tamamo, who flashed him a bright smile.
Three days passed in a blink.
Ritsuka and Tamamo spent every moment helping Teuchi and Ayame — cooking, cleaning, serving. It wasn’t just about food; it was about lifting the village’s spirits, even if only a little. The devastation that had swept through Konoha had left deep wounds, and every small kindness helped the healing begin.
And then, on the morning of the fourth day, it was time.
Their home was ready.
When Ritsuka and Tamamo arrived at the newly rebuilt house, they stood silently for a moment, taking it all in.
The bread shop itself looked just like before, humble and warm, but with the modern touch Ritsuka had requested — a clear glass door, bright window panes that caught the sunlight, and a clean, open interior. It looked like a small miracle amidst the wreckage still lingering in parts of the village.
There were two ways to reach the upper living quarters: a staircase behind the shop counter, and another entrance from the outside. Their home now had three spacious rooms, two bathrooms, and a modest kitchen — more than enough for the little family they were building.
Ritsuka had spent another 2,000 ryō the night before on essentials — kitchen utensils, futons, and basic furniture — but with the ongoing crisis, deliveries were slow. It would take at least a month for the rest of the items to arrive. Ritsuka didn’t mind. He understood the situation perfectly. Survival and rebuilding came first.
When he finally stepped into his room, Ritsuka felt a deep wave of relief wash over him.
Tamamo, standing beside him, clapped her hands in delight and twirled around, her long, golden hair shining in the light.
"It’s perfect, my dear husband!" she declared cheerfully. "Let’s make this place full of happiness!"
Ritsuka smiled warmly at her. Home.
After everything they had been through — the chaos, the pain — this simple moment of peace felt priceless.
That evening, Tamamo prepared their first meal in the new kitchen.
Ritsuka worked quietly, arranging what little furniture they had, setting up their space bit by bit.
Later, they sat together, side by side, sharing hot food in their warm new home.
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That night, as Ritsuka slipped into sleep, the dreams returned.
Darkness.
A familiar voice — deep, alluring, terrifying.
"Fujimaru... remember, your soul belongs to me. Don't fear when you see the sunset falls before death reaches you... I will devour you... and become the beast that destroys worlds. You are mine."
Ritsuka stirred in his sleep. The voice belonged to her — Draco.
Once a Beast, Evil of Humanity. Now, something... a defeated beast.
What is she doing now...? he wondered drowsily. Is she still watching me... even here?
A sudden warmth snapped him awake.
His eyes shot open.
Wrapped tightly around him, sleeping with a peaceful expression, was Draco — her armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight, her massive sword laid carefully to the side.
She was in her third ascension form, beautiful and deadly.
"Draco...?"
Ritsuka whispered her name, his voice filled with confusion, as he saw Moon light fall on Draco Horns.
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Note: Draco had independent action and she used her remaining power to forcefully get summon to Ritsuka in exchange of becoming weak again. And yes, she is another main heroine of this story. She will become strong very fast in future.