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Come on man, why is it that whoever I get pulled into a good story it's always abandoned, way too many fabrics end like this and I was fucking loving this one.
I can only hope for a 10 year revisit and revival

So Naruto’s chakra is like a breastfeeding mother’s milk.

Ah this story is so good. I actually can’t remember how many times I reread it. And just to throw my dignity once more and beg for another chapter lol. I know it may seem such a long time has passed already to write but I’m sure no one would care. Everyone would love to see more. Other than that, I really love your concept. It has been one of kind and I really do think about this story ever since I read it. Anyway I hope your living your life well.

Hey! I know you’ve probably closed the story by now but I wanted to let you know I loved it.
I much prefer darker Naruto stories and I hope you get back to it, or at least let a girl know the ending
Also, post this on ao3, it’s much more popular now and I think a lot of people would love to read this.

Every year I come back just to check if this story updated. I won't ever forget this masterpiece. Thank you for the story.

OK I just read the 7th chapter, and I already feel bad for mayu. I Can tell she will be eaten. I hope I am wrong.

I started reading this about a week ago, it seems really good so far, although I wish naruto would be more reasonable about killing all ninja, after all his pack was only killed because they were killing humans, is they kinds had it coming.

Naruto needs to stop listening to kakashi and the other one I won't him near the demons

Ugh another beauty left uncompleted...so sad *shrug* but I enjoyed so thank you for your work author-san

MOARRR

Can Demons eat reanimated people?

I figured he would have a larger part. Hmm, if Naruto had a ship, it would be with a Jinchuuriki...

This is so good! Ahhhh. I love this piece a lot ️

I give you a tribute to such a wonderful story. Really. You made me inspired enough to make a new poem.

"BEAST"

She's seeing everything and then nothing;
Waiting for nothing until there's something.
She's always present but never truly there;
Head in the clouds, she doesn't really care.
She sees shadows on some far off corner;
Drowning on stiffling air and not underwater.
She's bound in chains that others can't see;
Gurgling in madness and much unholy glee.
She kisses nightmares like bitter daydreams;
Burning her sanity from its very core seams.
She drinks poison and spits out acrid blood;
Swallowing sorrow in a tumultuous flood.
She whispers lovingly in riddles of fear;
Giving death's kisses as she lick up tears.
She's the caged beast deep in your mind;
Crooning a lullaby that you'll never find.