The Forgotten Hosts

They were names history never learned. Weapons forged in solitude. Vessels shaped by fear.
The world forgot them. The villages buried them. The Akatsuki used them.
And death... didn't free them.

Now, dragged back to the battlefield through forbidden jutsu, the Jinchūriki awaken-not as people, but as tools. Their skin is cold, their eyes are lifeless, colored by the Rinnegan's will. Their voices are silent. Their pain is invisible.

But something resists.

Beneath the surface of Edo Tensei's curse, faint sparks remain.
Memories. Emotions. The whispers of the Bijū who once raged inside them-still there, still listening.
And in those whispers, a truth emerges:
They were more than weapons.
They were people.
And they were wronged.

Yugito Nii remembers the weight of duty.
Utakata tastes betrayal in the mist.
Rōshi burns with quiet fury.
Han feels the cold of a loneliness that never left.
Fū dreams of the sky she never got to fly in.
Yagura... Yagura mourns the blood on his hands.

They are the Forgotten Hosts.
But not for long.

Because even in death, they have one thing left.
A chance to reclaim their stories.
A reason to rise.
And a war to end-on their own terms.