The Virtue of Knowledge: Power Unrivaled
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Note: If there are any grammar, spelling, or information mistakes, please tell me. I hate mistakes.
Also, can someone make some fanart of the OCs (Sareena, Tamilis, Ymil, etc.) for me?
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He turned towards the Shades, which seemed unconcerned of the fact that he could use the light; even if it was a bastardized version, the Bloodsteel Blades flashing into his hands. "Come and get me, you bastards."
Something seemed to scream from behind him, the sound making his body shake in instinctive terror. He turned, and saw the organic weapon of the devil he had killed in the air, having leaped at him.
It had grown, and now seemed like a large twelve-foot long mutant worm, with teeth that vibrated like chainsaws.
He pulled up the Silver Fangs to block, charging lightning chakra through them, but even as he brought them up, he saw the damage caused to one of them just by wrapping it around the living blade earlier. It was pitted and worn, clear signs where the devil's weapon had eaten the metal.
No, the damn thing would eat through them in an instant. He could feel its fury at its master's death, and the electricity he could produce at such short notice wouldn't be enough to discourage it. He was doomed.
Shadows moved, and the monster was stopped a foot from hitting him by a cocoon of shadow that writhed and pulsed like a living being. The monster struggled, eating the shadows that kept it under thrall, and vaguely, Naruto felt an emotion that could only be described as cold annoyance.
Suddenly, dark spikes ripped out of the cocoon from all directions, as if someone had fired large stakes through a giant nail puncher from inside the cocoon. The organic blade writhed feebly, and another burst of the 'cold' annoyance was felt.
A loosely hand-shaped silhouette formed out of the shadows, before it sprouted gigantic vaguely curved blades. It swiped downwards, and Naruto heard a sound resembling a butcher knife cutting into meat. The struggling ceased.
The shadows faded, and the separate pieces of the organic sword fell. For a moment, the pieces were still. Then one of them twitched.
The blonde felt what could be described as a mental roar of a god. It rang in his mind, making his head shake, and yet, he couldn't help but feel as if it was muffled somehow, as if the god had covered its mouth while it did so.
A thousand thousand spears ripped into the fleshy portions, so many that he couldn't see the actual pieces themselves. The shadowy spears lifted in the air, as if a million men had pulled them out of the scraps, before they plunged down with fatal velocity. This was repeated. Several times.
Naruto stared at the bloody mess, noting the brownish-yellowish ichor that had flowed from the remains of the organic blade, before he looked at his saviors: the Shades. Only they could have commanded the shadows to do as such.
They approached, and he tensed, but suddenly, they spoke.
It was a chilling sound, the voice one would expect of a shadow if it was given a voice. It seemed so quiet, yet was heard so profoundly it hurt. "Free our mistress warrior. Her stores are at their end, she will die if she does not feed. Please..."
He stared at them. He had expected a battle against things that could arguably be considered as more powerful than the devil he just fought, and suddenly, they were apparently the noble kind! He laughed, and he smiled at them. "I will. You have my word. But..." He looked at the door. It wasn't even singed from the fire. "...how am I to open it? Killing the guardians did not trigger the opening mechanism."
The Shades moved, an impression of darkness in the deepest of shadows, and he saw them grasp the door, the thin shadows sliding across the extremely tight seams of the door as only shadows could, while some formed what seemed to be suckered tentacles and latched onto the door.
They pulled, and the door groaned as it slid steadily open, a thousand tons of solid stone being moved with ease by thirteen entities of shadow. It showed him just how powerful the old occupants of the world truly were.
"Save our queen..." They whispered.
He nodded, walking inside the dark room. He lifted one of the Silver Fangs, and made it burn to provide light. He gasped.
He was in what seemed to be a domed room. It didn't have four walls, just one big dome with a single door (the one he had come in from). He studied the floor, noting how it sloped smoothly downwards into the hole at the center.
He sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. Blood. The smell of blood permeated the room as nothing had ever before. The titanic room had been filled with blood! Why? Simple: vampires needed blood to survive, even when in deep slumber, and they filled it to keep the queen alive for the one-hundred thousand year-long sleep (since she's sleeping, she absorbed it through her skin, like a sponge).
The walls and ceiling was a dome and the floor sloped perfectly so that no blood would be wasted, and all that went to...
He looked at the hole, and there she was: Marianne Dekorum.
She was gaunt, as if she was a human who hadn't eaten in weeks. Her hair had no luster to it, and her lips were shriveled. She seemed a newly-deceased corpse more than anything, and yet, he could see clearly her beauty, marred as it was by her hunger.
He jumped down, noting how the edges of the three-feet-deep hole curved downwards. Everything was smooth in the room, to make sure the blood would flow to her properly. The fact that there was no blood left meant that the architecture was perfect, since the place was sealed tight, preventing the blood from spoiling, evaporating, or leaking out.
The hole was six meters in diameter, and Marianne lay on an even smaller indentation smack dab in the middle.
He knew how to awaken her. While if everything had gone as planned, it would have taken the full ritual to wake her up, but starved as she was, there was a simple, but very dangerous way to rouse her from her slumber. He sighed. "I just know I'm going to regret this later." He walked over to her, kneeling.
Gently, he put her upright, shocked at how little she weighed. He pushed away a few strands of her from her face, before tilting her head so that it was a centimeter away from his neck. He loosened his collar, giving a great view of the pulsing veins on his throat, then proceeded cut a thin line on it with an application of wind chakra.
Blood dripped out, and for a moment, all was silent.
Her eyes snapped open, feral and wild, and for an instant, he thought of how stupid his idea was.
She moved, springing so fast from her position he was caught utterly by surprise. She tackled him, bringing him down painfully on the stone floor, and proceeded to furiously lick at the bloody wound. Her tongue was soft, pink and delicate despite the rest of her body, and her actions made him quiver in pleasure. It got even worse however, as she gained more of a mind, and she figured out that there was a better way to get his blood.
She bit down on his neck, HARD.
He quivered from the pain, but rose above it to gently run a hand down her rapidly-recovering hair, the material losing its limp and rough texture to regain its smooth and silky nature. He muttered soothing nothings to her, knowing that she wouldn't understand any words at her current state, but the tone of the sounds would be basic enough for her.
Slowly, she seemed to calm, and in a few moments she was just daintily sucking on his neck as she sat on his lap, purring like a cat all the while. Just as well. If he had been a resistant prey, she would have used one of the most well-known vampiric abilities: the addictive saliva that calmed the prey and turned pain into pleasure. From normal vampires, it had been enough to turn chaste ladies into wild harlots. From an Originator? The very first and strongest of their kind? He would be lucky if he was able to think of anything but her after a month. If he survived the feeding.
He sighed in relief, before a Bloodsteel Blade appeared in his other hand. He was running out of blood, and she needed more than he could currently offer before she was back to one-hundred percent, with the amount her body had atrophied and given up to keep her alive. Thankfully, the blade could continuously supply him with it.
She froze, her body tensing.
Gently, he put his hand reassuringly on her hand, kissing her forehead, before whispering in her ear. "No. Feed. It's been fifty-thousand years since you last fed. You need it. Don't worry, I can take it."
Marianne would normally have disagreed, but famished as she was, slowly, she relaxed, and continued feeding, if at a more sedate pace. Naruto simply lay there, feeling strange as a vampire sucked his blood out while his blade fed him the life-giving liquid to keep him going.
Gradually, as the minutes passed, she fed less, until finally, she stopped feeding entirely. He felt her stir, and in an instant, she was on the other side of the massive room, her back to him.
Naruto blinked, before slowly standing up, letting the blade disappear. Gingerly, he put a hand to his neck, even as he walked out of the hole. There were no bite marks where she had bitten him, just twin small spots of tender skin. Strange. He had expected two pinpricks at the very least.
"Thank you."
The words had been sudden. They had been said in all graciousness and humility, a way you never expected a vampire queen to speak in. The voice was like a melody, soft and mellow, beautiful and distracting in its own right.
The Jinchuuriki smiled. "I did what must be done."
She sighed, a depressing sound. "I overslept, didn't I? They left enough blood for me to survive for a hundred thousand years, and yet, for all my discipline, I had lost all coherent thought, and acted like a savage. They wouldn't have forgotten about me. They were too loyal for that. They are dead, aren't they? All of them."
"Yes."
Another sigh, this one of sadness and regret. She turned towards him, and it took all his discipline not to openly stare.
She was beautiful. Perfect. Magnificent. Few words could describe her now that she had recovered.
She was pale, her skin the shade of alabaster. She had vaguely oriental eyes that shone in the same color as emeralds and light brown hair, which hung in curls down to her waist. She was dressed in a splendid jade dress, doing more to enhance her figure than hide it. Her body was breathtakingly sensual, curvy and yet somehow thin, showing just enough muscle to make her all the more attractive.
Her heart-shaped face was flushed red with newly acquired blood, and he noted the blood smearing her red, pouty full lips. Unconsciously, she licked it clean, and he felt his heart beat faster.
His mouth was dry, and he gulped nervously. "Are you alright now?" He asked.
Marianne smiled, and he hoped to god he didn't look like a retard when saw it. She all but gleamed in an unnatural but lovely beauty then. "Thank you for your concern. I am, because of you. My end was close, oh so very close, and I fear I may have killed anyone else but you." She put a finger to her lips, tracing them slowly. "You...didn't resist. That was wise. I know not what you used to replenish your body of blood, but you would not have had the thought to do that, or think of anything, anything at all, even! if I had used my narcotic on you."
Slowly he nodded. He seemed incapable of thinking much of anything right now. Hopefully, he'll get used to her. Hopefully.
Marianne looked outside, and frowned at what she smelled. "Oh dear." She looked at him, a poignant expression on her face. "Of course, if they are all dead, then none can pass without going through the guardians." She shook her head sadly as she strode to the chamber to study the battle.
"MISTRESS!" The Shades all but shouted in happiness, and the brown-haired vampire had a look of delight on her face before the Shadow Sapiens enveloped her, like a living sea of darkness.
She laughed, a sound that made his heart flutter. "You're alive!-okay, maybe that isn't the right word, but-you still exist! I thought I was all alone!" The Shades seemed to giggle, if living entities of shadow could giggle, and they spread away from her, indistinguishable from the darkness.
"We will never leave you mistress. We will always be with you, throughout your everlasting unlife." They promised, and though they seemed to disappear, their presence remained, like a guardian angel, only more inclined to the dark side.
Marianne chuckled, before she saw the devil. She pursed her lips, before shaking her head. "Lucien. He was the best of his platoon. How in the night did you defeat him?"
Naruto bit his lip. He REALLY didn't want to make a bad impression on her, but lying to such a creature seemed an even worse crime. "I cheated. He fought a copy, and I paralyzed him when he least expected it."
She nodded gravely. "I understand. He was a powerful warrior of a powerful race. A human as young as you would not have been able to take him in a straight battle."
The blonde shifted uneasily on his feet, and she smiled reassuringly at him. "Do not be ashamed of yourself. Though I may not look like it, I am a woman who understands battles. Doubtless, you prepared extensively before facing the guardians, and knew what you had to do. I cannot feel guilty when I know my life rested in your success." She made a gesture, and things rose from out of nowhere.
Gargantuan red hounds that bayed red fire, large black panthers that seemed more shadow than flesh, massive black bats whose screeches contained the threat of sonic destruction, terrifying white wolves that shone like the moon, immense black eagles that cut the air as they flew, colossal red bears that moved with a silence that should not be possible for such large creatures, and so much more. All of them as large as, or larger than, the abomination he had fought earlier.
She breathed deeply, the action doing interesting things to her chest. "I sense them. So many phantasms and wraiths and banshees. They are restless, and I see wounds on them. You fought through them to get here didn't you? Impressive. Nonetheless, I do not wish to wade through such a host." She looked at her familiars; the unnatural animals. "Cleanse the fortress. Every room, every corner, every secret opening in the structure. Ghosts go everywhere, and I do not want to face another group of wraiths when I'm bathing. That is an experience I'd rather not repeat."
Naruto blushed at the thought of her naked. 'Blast it, get your mind out of the gutter you fool!' He shouted to himself mentally.
The animals nodded, and with a chorus of unearthly sounds, they moved, more a blur than anything else, astounding in their speed. They seemed to encounter something, and with a harmony of howls, roars, and screeches, they went to battle.
She looked at him, and he instantly went to attention. "Come. 'Tis time for my castle to show itself once again to the world." She started walking, glancing every now and then at the signs of battle; the corpses of the ghouls and the great abomination. She tsked at the foul beast. "I will not shed any tears for its death. It was an abomination." She muttered. They moved on, and Naruto couldn't help but stare when he saw the familiars do battle.
They were monstrous, powerful, terrifying. The red hounds' fires cut a devastating swath of destruction in the lines of the specters, while the bats' sonic screeches tore multitudes of phantasms to tatters, outmatching the banshees a hundred times over. The moon wolves seemed more a ghost of light than anything, blinding the ghosts and tearing them apart with its claws and fangs, while the shadow panthers rose out of nowhere and everywhere to strike where they could do the most damage. The eagles dove down, and their massive wings cut down ghosts by the dozens like a scythe does wheat, while the great bears towered over everything, destroying everything, that stood against them.
Naruto stared at Marianne, recalling what he knew of the Originators. The Golden King was unmatched in all things physical; faster, harder, stronger, and more resilient than anyone else. The Scarlet Queen was unparalleled in raw vampiric power; she could tear out all your blood with a word, call up mountains of shadow in broad daylight, or just plain blot out the sun for days on end.
The Azure King, with a mind like no other. He was frail in Originator standards, but his mind more than made up for it, enabling him to use all his abilities, physical or vampiric, to their full potential, along with instantaneous reflexes that made him untouchable in an entire battlefield of vampires. He was a true master of war and battle, and it is said that the other originators once fought him three-to-one, and the Azure King had won.
And then there was Marianne Dekorum, the Emerald Queen. She was known for her unique energies, which seemed to either contain a mind of their own or to actually be alive, and her most terrifying aspect; her familiars. It was said that at the peak of her strength, she could summon a hundred thousand of them, each one of them as powerful as an elder vampire.
He looked at the great beasts annihilating the ghosts, then at Marianne, who seemed not even to notice her familiars. She wasn't even strained, and already, she had an army that could take on a minor hidden village and win?
A wraith burst from the ground, howling at Maria as it ghosted towards her.
A black hand rose from her shadow, a scythe appearing in its grasp, cutting the beast in half. It seemed to sneer at the spiritual corpse, before becoming a normal shadow once again. Marianne never once looked at the wraith.
Naruto blinked. Now he knew what they meant by alive.
They continued walking, and within ten minutes, the sounds of battle had all but died off, with only intermittent bursts of noise when the familiars apparently found some hiding phantoms. Three minutes after that, and they stopped completely, the beasts returning to Marianne for orders, in which she sent them back to where they came from.
It would have taken him weeks, if not months, to completely clear off the massive castle, and Marianne had done it in less than a quarter of an hour.
The Jinchuuriki felt insignificant around the brown-haired vampire, knowing the power difference between them.
She stopped, blinking several times as she faced him. "Of course, how rude of me, I never introduced myself." She made a curtsy. "Marianne Dekorum, the Emerald Queen." She gazed at him from her bow, her eyes mischievous, entrancing. "Yours?"
Naruto smiled, and he bowed, left hand holding the cane and just below his back, right hand on his chest as he did so. "Naruto. At your service, M'lady."
She straightened, putting a finger to her scarlet lips. "Marianne would suffice...Naruto? Hmm, strange name. Tell me, Naruto, what is the world like?"
The blonde tore his gaze off her chest, mentally cursing the neckline that plunged too deeply and showed too much skin for him to concentrate. "Much has changed. Magic has been forgotten by the humans of the surface in favor of another source of energy evolution has granted them that they call chakra. No one wears plate armor these days. Now, they are hunter-killers and assassins, throwing destruction from all elements, casting great illusions, and summoning beasts as large and dangerous as dragons. In many ways, they are more dangerous than they once were."
The brown-haired vampire shrugged. "It is to be expected. Humans have always been the most adjustive of us all. It wouldn't be so bad if their changes weren't almost always better than the last one." She looked intently at him. "You speak as if you were of the past that survived to the present. By any chance are you not human?"
The Jinchuuriki smirked. "In a way, I am not. But officially, I am a human."
"Care to explain?"
A chuckle. "Forgive me, but there are some secrets one does not reveal to just anyone."
Her beautiful emerald eyes twinkled dangerously. "Is that so? Would you at least give me a reason why you awakened me?"
He had expected the question, and he inclined his head upwards to look her square in the eye. A few seconds passed, and something seemed to click. He wouldn't be able to look away now, but neither could she, and as he lowered some of his mental barriers; opening his thoughts to her, he felt her do the same.
She was surprised at what he had done, having never expected a human to be so...open, for to allow another to look at one's thoughts was a sign of incredible trust and character, for it made one vulnerable. Very much so.
Few humans had enough skill to lower the instinctive barriers and risk the danger, even fewer had the confidence and trust to actually do so.
He spoke. "A war of the likes that have been only seen once before is about to commence. Time runs short for everyone, and I need yours-nay, EVERYONE'S help, if we are to survive. You know what I mean. The histories before the Great Remaking were available to you Originators, being one of the Great One's first creations. The bars weaken, the prisoners grow restless, and when they escape, all the world must stand together if we are to survive."
Slowly, he closed his eyes, severing the connection, and his mental barricades reasserted themselves. He looked at Marianne, who was frowning heavily.
She sighed. "It seems that not even the Great One could keep them bound forever. I always thought he was too merciful for his own good."
Naruto shook his head. "No. The Great One was the best of us all. If no one of power is truly benevolent, then what hope do any of us have? He is the light at the end of the tunnel, the shining example that we all strive to be."
The Emerald Queen laughed, and the blonde smiled slightly. "You are wise. Incredibly so, for a human." She studied him with a critical eye. "I have a hard time believing you are not one of the Ancients." She shrugged, before her eyes gained a steely edge that contained a depth innumerable to almost anyone. "Very well Naruto. You have my aid."
Naruto smiled.
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If any were around to watch, they would have been dumbfounded at what they saw happen to the stony mountain.
The mountain the fortress had been buried in had been a rather blunt one, having a rough plateau for a peak instead of a point. Nonetheless, it was a mountain, and a large one at that, and the peak had a bit more than a third of its diameter, and it was on this that the fortress rose from.
The hard rocky ground broke as the pointed ends of the towers pierced them. Then followed the castle, an imposing structure of dark green rock. The ramparts and walls were soon to come, along with other lesser castle and mansions and houses, until finally, there was a fortified city on top of the mountain, made entirely out of the dark green rock.
Naruto blinked in surprise, studying the structures from a windowed room in the main castle. "Incredible." He muttered.
Marianne smiled proudly. "It is, isn't it? It's the place we live in, and the place where we are most protected. If you hadn't used the tunnel made for my dead subjects, you would have been turned into a pile of flesh the moment you stepped into the field."
The blonde raised an eyebrow, before turning back to view the city. He knew those things full well thank you very much.
Marianne proceeded to open the window and jump out.
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, but he retained enough sense not to stop her.
She freefalled, but suddenly, pale wings sprouted from her back, allowing her to glide downwards. She landed softly, and they sunk back into her skin. The Jinchuuriki sighed, and with a shunshin, he was beside her. She raised an eyebrow at him, but decided not to pry for secrets. "I wasn't the only survivor of the Emerald Kingdom from the Blood Wars. There are others who didn't perish." She frowned. "I was the first to sleep the deep sleep, and I brought my castle down with me. However, since the entire fortress was underground, that means all the survivors eventually did the same."
She looked at him, and blushed, embarrassed. "Forgive me for asking this of you, but if we had been awakened properly, we would be pleasantly full, having just enough blood to last us the entire duration of the sleep, and even if we weren't, there would have been volunteers who would offer their blood. Unfortunately, my subjects have died out, and they are either dead, or in the blood-thirst by now."
The blonde stared at her. "You want me, to be a blood donor for every vampire that's survived. Do I get that right?"
She nodded.
Naruto groaned. "I hate my life."
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Several hours later, Naruto was clutching his sore neck and glaring at the several dozen flushed green-eyed vampires around him.
Sixty-three survivors besides Marianne. Five of them male (it seems that the superior sex was dependent on the gender of the Originator, so that means the Azure Kingdom survivors would mostly be male. Alright, that's it, he was going to bring some blood packs, or better yet, worthless prisoners, with him when he awakes the Azure King). It was any vampire-fetishists' wet dream, and he probably would have liked it if it weren't for the fact that his neck hurt after so many bites. Ugh.
"That's the last of them, right?" He asked, and Marianne nodded. He sighed in relief. "Good. I think I'm running out of blood after all that you guys drank. Any other loose ends Marianne?"
"Just one." She turned to the vampires. "I'll be going with him. I want you to get everything in order when I get back, and preferably, we have some humans in our services when I do. I'll be fixing the defenses as I leave, so don't worry." They nodded, and with that, she turned around and started walking beside him.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Humans...in your services?"
She shook her head. "It's not what you think it is. We actually do hire them. We pay them to do what normal servants do, and extra for the feeding. We don't kill them. Any fatalities are accidents, and those aren't, are punished accordingly."
He put a hand to his chin. "And some...actually turn their entire family towards being your servants?"
"Why not? The pay is good, and to be honest, my kind is a lot nicer than the others. The bastard that started the Blood Wars was an asshole that every one of his kin tried to be even worse than, and he treats them more as slaves than anything else. The Scarlet Vampires, while quite cordial, are too...debauched, for normal humans. And the Azure Vampires, while being the paragons of politeness, literally have no emotions. You have no idea how chilling that is."
"Ahh..."
"...Naruto, how are you going to go down?" Marianne asked as they passed the gates, the defenses pulsing briefly to signify their implementation. The gates closed, eerily silent.
He blinked. He looked down. The ground seemed a long way down...
Drat. The Silver Fangs were perfect for getting to the top. Launch a blade, reel yourself to it, launch the other one, repeat until at the top. But going down? Yeah...maybe he could run downwards? He looked at a long, thick, flat, rock nearby. He grinned.
Marianne blinked in surprise as Naruto grabbed the rock and proceeded to ski down the mountain as if he was using a snowboard in winter. She noted the subtle movements of the earth that wouldn't be found normally when one did such a thing. Ahh, so he could manipulate the ground.
She grinned, and once again, wings formed on her back, and she flew downwards. He said that humans resembled spellcasting hunter-killers these days didn't he? Interesting...
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Yagura stared down at Kiri from the Mizukage tower. Maelstrom had been true to his word. The tense ceasefire they had feared had not come to pass. Missions galore had come to them from many nobles and merchants, while many businessmen were suddenly happy to trade with them.
Every ninja with a kunai to spare suddenly had an abundance of missions to complete, and if there was any actual hate between the bloodline-users and the purists, they were too busy frantically carrying out as many missions as they could to care.
Eat hearty, sleep well, get a mission, finish it, then go back to the village for a quick respite. Rinse and repeat. This was practically the national schedule for every ninja, and Yagura had to admit, it was doing everyone well.
Naruto had suggested teaming up hardcore bloodline-users and stubborn purists, and though he had been horrified at first, he found out that it actually yielded results. Prejudice had died out like maggots thrown in the fire, as nothing bred camaraderie like surviving constant life-and-death situations.
He looked behind him. "So...you finally came back."
The air shimmered, and a bubble of color peeled away, revealing a black-haired young man in a blue kimono, a bamboo canister hanging from one shoulder and holding a strange pipe-thing. Utakata; Rokubi (six-tails) Jinchuuriki.
The bubble he was in popped, and he settled lightly on the ground. He looked over at the village. "The people. They are...changed." He looked at Yagura. "How?"
Yagura smiled. "Maelstrom helped us. He freed me from the illusion and ended the war, and the influx of missions and trade you see now is all thanks to him. Speaking of wars, why weren't you in it?"
The bubble-user sniffed. "I'm not so dumb as to endanger myself needlessly. I may be the Jinchuuriki of the Rokubi, but with your control, it can go either way. I'll even say you have a higher chance of winning."
The Sanbi Jinchuuriki raised an eyebrow. "You speak as if you would have fought against me."
"You were a crazy bloodthirsty bastard. If I was going to enter the war, I wouldn't side with a man like that."
Yagura laughed. "Understandable."
Utakata put a hand to his chin. "So. Maelstrom. What kind of man is he?"
"Kid actually. He's twelve. But to answer that question; well, he's a deadly little guy, skilled like the greatest of prodigies. He's witty and calculating, and couple that with the fact that he has the best spy network I have ever heard of in my life, well, few are those that can oppose him."
The Rokubi Jinchuuriki snorted. "Sounds like an asshole."
Yagura immediately discouraged this notion. "Actually, he's a very nice guy. Sure, it's very scary to even think of going against him, but it comes with the power I guess. Trust me, you'll like him when you meet him."
"Just give me the damn mission scroll." Utakata muttered, and Yagura threw said scroll at him, which he easily caught.
It was S-rank.
Yagura grinned at him. "Give them hell boy."
Utakata nodded, and blew a bubble around him, which started to float.
"Oh, and one more thing."
Utakata looked down at Yagura.
"It's good to have you back."
The Rokubi Jinchuuriki smiled.