'Yes' Tobi thought, looking down upon his wonderful creation, knowing the satisfaction only a parent can have. 'My plan has at last come to fruition!'

Across the blood soaked plain, there lay the bodies of over 140,000 ninja and monsters. There lay the rapidly decomposing corpses of the recent undead. There the remains of the former Kage of the five great Nations. There, the nearly unlimited bodies of the White Zetsu, cloned so much that the field might as well have been pink. White for Zetsu, and red for blood. And there lay the bodies of the ninja of the Great Alliance, combining all those who might have opposed him.

'But still it wasn't enough!' Tobi thought vindictively, almost giggling with childish glee.

He stood atop the old statue of Pein's… the statue of the outer path, it's hands posed into a seal and a look of concentration on it's nightmarish face. On the ground, in front of the statues enormous feet, there lay an enormous seal, the glowing lines cutting through the earth like a knife through so much butter.

Slowly, the brown of the earth was scoured away, like so much dust in the wind, revealing a patch after patch of inky darkness.

From the blackness, there shot forth a clawed hand. Three fingers and a thumb clawed at the ground with sharp ebony talons, rending the rock and stone.

'How long have I waited to see this?' Tobi thought to himself, thinking back to all of the time he had spent researching this, the most powerful creature ever to walk the face of the earth.

The years he had spent in the land of Rice, combing the libraries for anything about the beast, the sage, or the great empire that ruled the world before it was rent apart by the creature now below him.

He had read about the people of the nations before, and how they were ignorant of the powers of chakra.

They instead relied upon some form of Raiton energy for almost all of their needs, from locomotion, to communication, to information, and to a hundred other things besides.

They used their powers and logic to build mighty villages and cities, crafting enormous buildings, hundreds of feet tall!

And then came the Juubi.

Another clawed hand joined the first and began pulling a reptilian head out of the darkness.

It's size defied all expectation, easily spanning fifty feet across and who knows how many feet long.

It heaved it's massive bulk upwards, easily dwarfing the Statue by half again it's not inconsiderable height.

It stood, it's great, dark green body shimmering in the late day sun, the light caught upon a thousand thousand scales, each one glinting maliciously as the beast they adorned radiated might and malice.

Tobi beheld the beast in wonder looking at the monstrosity he had birthed into this world.

Leaping from the Statue of the Outer Path, Tobi caught himself on the tail of the great beast, running along it's spine towards the head of the malicious creature.

He reflected back onto the tales of it's power. How the cities of the ancient dwellers were as so many sticks before the mighty beast. How, no matter their armor or armament, the beast had struck down all who had dared oppose it, save one. How it had ground the old cities to dust and ash. How even after all of the fire had ceased and all the ash grounded, the air itself burned those who remained, inflicting boils upon them and melting their flesh from the bone.

Tobi ran past the great plates on the creatures back. Ten in total, they were shaped as half of a star, three points sticking in different directions out into the open air, reminding Tobi none too gently of the Yondaime Hokage's Hiraishin kunai. The height of each was at least as tall as three tall men.

Reaching the neck of the creature, Tobi jogged up to the creatures crown, looking down on all of the forces arrayed against, now standing in awestruck and in a stupor. He knelt down upon the creatures head, crafting another seal, equally as unused as the one that brought the beast forth. Finishing his work, he could feel the mind of the great beast next to his own. His consciousness bordering that great emptiness, that darkness that he even now began exerting his will over. In the grim darkness of the creatures mind Tobi once again allowed his mind to wander.

He thought of what the mighty men of the old world had once called this creature, this beacon of chaos and destruction.

They called him not a monster, for monsters can be defeated.

They called him not a demon, for a demon could be banished.

The called him a king.

They named him Gojira!

Tobi lifted his hands, and atomic fire rained.