Long before the time when shinobi congregated in clans or villages there existed shrines and a forest filled with wildlife. Demon kings sat atop thrones of solid bone and their word was law. The 9 tailed kings were vicious and hard rulers. To turn down the rule of a king was to commit suicide. For behind each king sits a smaller chair often made of the materials significant to their ruler.
Inner Sakura decided that a throne made of fire was not the most comfortable or safe seat in existence. Though no complaint was coming from the outer shell. Despite being utterly brainwashed and the strongest warrior to sit in the underwhelming seat, Kurama the 9th king had decided not to reward the cripple with a healing. Instead he delighted with watching her follow his every command as she dragged herself across the clearing to punish the traitors. It truly was wonderful to see their broken faces as the woman dragged herself down the throne to slowly deliver the finishing blow. The fox sat calmly as he watched the woman slowly approach the quivering shinobi that had dared to ask for power. The poor man's sharingan eyes captured every single movement of the woman as slowly but surely her sole arm dragged her forward.
Her eyes shine as she props herself up beside him. With a flash of chakra from her hand she pushes herself forward and up before bringing her chakra scalpel arm down on his neck. The cut is clean, but the woman knew her master and his love for theatrics. The cut is enough to end the man's life however the waiting subjects didn't know as such. The knife is enough to give Sakura a place to grab in place of being able to use her other hand to steady herself.
Sakura Haruno smiles as she rips the man's head roughly off his body before throwing the head to impale itself on a waiting spike.
Blood splatters out from the severed head as it flies speckling some of the watchers with drops of their friend's life force. Sakura's arm is also covered in the copper tasting liquid as she stares at the head.
Slow clapping fills the clearing as the king pats two of his tails together to simulate the noise. "Truly your best shot of the day," is all the praise Sakura needs to know that while her master approved of her show Kurama wanted more. He wanted the other kings to fear his very name. Having a servant that could rip heads off the strongest of shinobi without much effort certainly aided him in that regard; the throw at the end was purely Sakura's idea.
He certainly did approve.
Kurama's future self had decided to bless this past self with the knowledge of who and what this crippled woman was. He was taught to hate the Uchiha and their fellow shinobi brethren for locking him in a cage that didn't yet exist. Plans of mischief flowed freely through the king's brain as he grinned at the future victory. Never again would the great kitsune be trapped in small sealed cages, his brutal murder of the beginnings of the Uzumaki clan were proof of that.
"I think you deserve a reward dear servant," the kitsune proclaimed. With a harsh flash of his tail he grabbed the woman and placed her before him.
Her silence and lowered eyes as he held her upright were less a show of defiance and more a lack of human will. Her face was devoid of emotion, as she had none to show.
Sakura Haruno was truly a shell with absolutely nothing to her name. Her hair had stayed in its broken shortness and her eyes were still sealed shut by the mucus of forgotten wounds. Her bandages were still soiled and the bridge of her nose was still missing a large chunk. It certainly was good that she didn't need to breath much anymore, being a mouth breather was particularly useful in the shinobi world.
The kitsune suddenly flared up a large portion of its venomous red chakra. With a casual flick of his tail he sent shockwaves of power into the young, dead shinobi.
Sakura's lips twitch upwards with a hint of a grin. Her perfected chakra control easily absorbs the harsh strength that the demonic chakra emits. With a sudden gleam the seals along her arm glow red as the kitsune lowers his servant to the ground.
The watchers lean in with whiskers and noses poking out into the clearing as the smoke of a summoning jutsu fills the air.
The kitsune king leans back on his haunches in expectation. Inside his mind dark plots were being shuffled as the sudden power of chakra being unlocked alerts his senses. Humans truly are fascinating.
Though Kurama wants all of those stupid sealing masters dead, he doesn't want to become well acquainted with teapots thank you very much.
As the smoke clears killing intent radiates from the crippled servant. She stands tall before her master with black and red boots covering the mechanized replacements for her missing feet. Black pants lead down to the powerful weapons with a black weapons pouch sitting merrily on both thighs. Along her lower back rests a sheathed short sword with a wrapped handle and a broken chain coming from the hilt. The sheath has a lazy pattern of scattered blood red cherry blossoms and the kanji for "Machigai" is written in a diluted rather pinkish white. Her missing arm has been replaced with a wooden puppet arm reeking of hidden secrets that was partially covered by the long sleeved mesh shirt she was wearing. An ANBU vest sits comfortably on her torso and the sole human limb is wrapped in foreboding bandages. Black gloves and a blank ANBU mask hang from a belt around her waist. A billowing long black jacket with the kanji for "Kira" serving as a tribute to a dead master adorns the woman. Short pink hair ruffles in the wind as the collar remains around her neck with the unreadable tags jingling every time Sakura replicates the process of breathing. A hetai-ate bearing a proud thus far uncreated symbol covers sealed eyes as the red fabric speaks of long forgotten memories.
A soft forgotten smile graces scarred lips as the loyal servant regards her esteemed master. With a flourish befitting of a court jester Sakura curtsies as the smoke clears. Kurama chuckles with relish in regards to the fun that was rapidly approaching.
"Tell me what it is you wish to learn foolish dreamer," Demands the loyal king.
With a voice marred from disuse Sakura asks, "I wish to earn the elegance of a flame, the tranquility of water, the resilience of earth and the ruthlessness of wind. I seek solely the knowledge to eliminate all those that stand in the way of my path to revenge."
"And who is this person you wish to kill?"
"I seek to march on heaven and butcher the gods."
"Well now that's certainly a dream I can get behind," cheers the kitsune with a voice radiating mal intent.
"They call her the Kami no Machigai, for while the gods thought her a savior she was already holding a knife to their back."
Thousands of years later one Sakura Haruno awakens to find that being born was not her favorite pastime and that yes, she had just been reincarnated as herself.
A scarred face marred by war informs his subordinates, "The queen has stepped onto the chessboard. I hope you remember to pray to kami, for soon not even our pets shall be left alive."
From the realm of the dead Kurama smiles, "Welcome to the world, Kami no Machigai, may your stay be long and filled with the blood of conquered enemi
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