Welcome one and all, to the final chapter, the wrap up of a story I have enjoyed writing immensely. I shall forever remember these days, these artistic words, the fantastic readers and reviewers who encouraged, helped and loved my writing for the drivel it was!
I would be all dramatic here, but honestly, you guys probably don't really care as long as you have something to read. So enjoy it, and know that the sequel, Konoha: At His Fingertips, is in the works and ready to be posted after the epilogue, chapter 52, goes up.
So get ready to dive, the floor is deep.
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When everything's an enemy, where do you go?
Naruto ran. He ran as fast, and as far as he could. He didn't care that his lungs were tearing at his ribcage, he didn't care that his legs were screaming for him to stop.
And most of all, he didn't care where he would end up.
All that mattered to him was that he escape, escape far far away from the nightmare his life had become.
He'd killed his father. He'd blown the man's head off!
He tripped and fell, stubbing his toes upon loose tree roots and scraping his forearms as he tumbled to the floor. His stomach churned as it sought to empty its meagre contents. He panted with exhaustion, his eyes darting every which way, searching out phantom opponents that seemed to hide within every nook, every cranny and behind every tree. His hair flopped wildly over his scalp as his gaze threw his head in different directions with rapid succession.
His eyes were clouded, a vapid, lingering scent of blood and acid on his tongue. He leapt to his feet and continued his run.
His father was the Yondaime Hokage! He laughed inside, a cruel, mocking chuckle. The Yondaime! The strongest Kage to grace this fetid world of corruption and evil power.
And he'd been treated like crap.
He tripped again, this time falling flat on his front, his body sliding a few metres before coming to a stop. He tried to rise again, but cried out as his muscles cramped ferociously. He fell, bonelessly back to the leaf-strewn earth, his blood thumping in his ears, his breathing ragged and harsh. His brain told him he was in shock; it told him he couldn't handle the influx of new information, of bombs and mortar slamming into him in such a short period of time.
HOKAGE! Him? He could barely handle himself, handle the hateful Kyuubi within him, handle the death of the Sandaime, of Uncle Higurashi's demise, of the death threat from so many years ago!
What was there left for him?
He knew, God he knew that his thoughts were taking a dangerous path, that he was acting emotionally charged, but he didn't have a clue what he should do from here.
He lay there quivering; his face dug into the soft earth, soaking up the hot, anguished tears of his confusion.
Why the hell had he blown the man's head off? WHY THE HELL DID IT HAVE TO BE HIS DAD?
He screamed into the mud, but it was muffled and hoarse. He stilled, his breath warm against his cheeks. He closed his eyes and thought, really thought, about the events of the past few days.
He couldn't return to Konoha, not now, not when he'd all but abandoned the Village in its moment of need. In that moment, he realised what he was truly running from.
The looks of pity, the facades of pain and disappointment that would be reaching out to him from his friends and strangers alike. He couldn't bear to view Tenten's broken, helpless form, unable to recover from the loss of another parent. He couldn't bear the death and destruction left in the invasion's wake.
He couldn't bear to see his friends broken, Shisui relegated to a mere hospital vegetable, Kakashi stewing in anger from demons past and Anko frantically trying to piece together bonds she was desperate to never lose.
He dragged himself to the base of a Sycamore tree, its brown bark inviting, its branches spreading before him as if inviting for an embrace. He leant his back to its coarse surface and closed his eyes, the remaining vestiges of saline trailing his cheeks from the edges of his eyes.
He could pretend that his family and friends were around him, protecting and supporting him. He could flee from his problems once again, just like he'd always done. That was what he was good at, the only thing he ever was.
Slumber caught him in its ensnaring grasp, a time at which he should never have fallen asleep.
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He awoke to a strange sensation, as if he were bouncing on a trampoline. It procured memories of long ago, of a certain day of fun he'd rigged in the midst of bright sunlight and the flash of green leaves and blue sky. His subconscious was sluggish, dredging up nostalgic memories of a more joyous past before the nightmares had begun.
As he became more lucid, he realised he couldn't move and he couldn't speak. He twitched, finding lengths of cord binding his limbs and body into a ball, his head pushed up to his knees in a twisted bow of some kind. He tried to speak, only a soft growl emerged. Something moved and a single Sharingan-bearing eye sought out his face over the shoulder of his unwitting transport.
"Awake at last? You could sleep the day away Uzumaki-san!"
The orange mask, the spinning tomoe of that dreaded eye juxtaposed the murdering maniac over the bubbly speech that emanated from the male. Naruto panicked, squirming to free himself, a hurried squawking of terror sounding from his throat.
"Ah! We can't have that Uzumaki-san! Tobi is a nice person! Tobi won't harm you!
Yet." And that final word was hissed like the preying leap of the king of snakes. Naruto's blood froze, but he was powerless under whatever drug the Uchiha Patriarch had forced into his blood system. Their journey through the canopy of trees ended when they leapt into an expansive field of grass and Phalaenopsis Orchids. The cerise innards swayed in the breeze, the enchanting fragrance of morning dew and sweet scent combining with the slight haze of descending fog and the slight gold rays of dawn's sunrise to craft an idyllic atmosphere of peace and calm. The mere sight of such a peaceful vista slowed Naruto's sky-rocketing pulse and settled his mind ever so slightly.
The illusion was dispelled when he was dumped, none-too gently atop the long grass. A Kunai followed, slicing into flesh as it dropped his bindings from around him. Naruto yelped and tried to stand, his knees wobbled and buckled beneath him, sending him to the ground again.
And it was in that moment he realised that he would not live past this day. Madara had come to fulfil his promise.
"You have tasted but a particle's worth of my strength so know what you are up against. But know this; I will be back, and when I return it is either your death or mine, Uzumaki Naruto."
He recalled those words clear as day, as if it had only happened the day before. His adrenaline spiked; it was fight or flight.
"So you are ready hmm? Excellent, excellent."
The mask fell away as easy as it came. He had not even bothered to shed the real mask.
"Do you perish, or do you survive? Such an interesting question!"
Madara began to pace back and forth, his right hand waving airily as if truly in the process of consideration. He stopped suddenly, and that same sardonic, frightful smile twitched at the edges of his mouth.
"The look in your eyes, young Kyuubi, is delightful."
He strode towards him, his form towering above the blonde's head. Naruto curled into himself to make his body less of a target, and attempted to scramble away.
It did nothing to stop the crushing blow that sent his careening to his right.
Ah, his jaw broke.
Madara gazed dispassionately down at his captive. The boy was defeated. Every time he showed a hint of promise, he reined it in like a damn coward. His famous exploits were a lie to himself it seemed. He remembered the same terrified gaze, the same shuddering wreck that had crawled on his hands and knees to escape him a few years ago.
He snorted; he should not have gotten his hopes up. It was time to enact the final scene.
His hands flew into seals and he intoned his technique softly.
"Kanashibari no Jutsu."
Naruto startled, his spine ram-rod straight. Madara almost laughed; deer-in-headlights indeed.
He plucked the edge of the pre-teen's stained blue t-shirt and pulled it up to expose his midriff. A single glowing finger poked the child's belly-button and immediately the jet black cage of the most fearsome Bijuu alive appeared in its blazing glory.
"My dearest pet fox, can you hear me?" He drawled almost lovingly.
The seal flared angrily and Naruto screamed in pain. Madara smiled again; wonderful! He clapped his hands like a child receiving his first fluorescent balloon.
"I am here to collect your debt! What do you say? Remain in this...pathetic weakling's body, or become my minion once again? I have cookies!" He spread his arms wide as if inviting to a particularly lavish feast only the privileged were empowered. The seal flared again, this time smoke rising from the skin of the blonde's gut, his flesh burning in hatred.
Madara's eyes narrowed, the switch from happy-go-lucky to cruel and dispassionate almost as simple as the drifting of clouds in the heavens.
"I shall not remind you again, beast. Either you will return, or you will be banished from this land. And I assure you, neither of which are a loss to me."
Naruto was unable to speak, his throat choking on the nascent fear he'd harboured of this individual from a young age. He tried to reason with his own psyche that it was childish and stupid, that he was strong and able to defend himself from any threat, but his disposition won out.
He was petrified of this man, scared witless by his very presence. It had been a lurking suspicion at the back of his mind for so long, but he'd ignored it. If he was strong enough, he'd reasoned, he could beat anything.
But this was his bogeyman. The thing that went bump in the night.
And so the Kyuubi gripped him in its cloak of putrid Chakra; an overwhelming acrimony, a tornado of tempestuousness aimed solely at the man before him. A single, finely shaped eyebrow rose behind the orange mask.
"You wish to try me with your mere tantrums? Have you not forgotten my eye?"
Naruto's arm lashed out, yet the Uchiha had been ready for it. He slipped backwards in a fluid backflip, landing as if he'd never moved in the first place.
"Now, now, none of that little fox." He casually dropped his orange mask, sunken flesh shadowed by the glow of his right eye. The Sharingan morphed into something more, something shaped like those illustrations of the planets orbit around the sun he'd seen on chocolate packets sold to children in the markets. It looked like two ovals tilted in opposite directions. The rings began to spin, faster and faster till Naruto was hypnotised. His single eye had morphed, transformed into a solid black ring with a smaller, filled orb within it. It was almost as if the Uchiha's Doujutsu had finally become a normal eyeball, albeit, a twisted, evil form of what should have been naturally beautiful. The Kyuubi roared futilely as its power was suppressed, the effect of the ultimate Sharingan rendering its hateful energy useless.
And then the full moon peeked from behind the clouds.
A feeling of weightlessness spread through the Jinchuuriki's body, his mind floating as if he were really among the celestial bodies. A rush of tingling spread from the centre of his forehead, the same spot Uchiha Itachi had transferred his mysterious influence to in that accursed mission to Nami no Kuni. The sensation drifted across his cranium, settling before his eyes which began to throb incessantly.
The Kyuubi roared in triumph, its Chakra flooding once again through the very veins of its container. Madara stood silenced, his eyes wide and searching before they narrowed inconspicuously.
"Itachi!" He spat, incensed.
Madara leapt backwards hurriedly, just in time to avoid the crashing appendage of pure Chakra that buckled the very Earth like paper. This complicated things badly; he knew Itachi was hiding things, going behind his back and spying on him, but never had he imagined the younger Uchiha to completely defy him.
Itachi wanted him dead. Itachi did not want his plan. His plan to have the Uchiha clan regain their honour and pride in this crumbling World of faux alliance and war. He would have caused their rebirth! They would have stood unmatched! Alone at the precipice of power, not even the Senju could have interfered with their re-ascension!
But no! Itachi had betrayed. Itachi had rejected. Itachi would pay!
It had been so very long since Madara had truly fought, not since his battle with Hashirama at the Valley of the End decades ago. It was time he showed the World once again what qualified him as the second founder of the strongest Village alliance to grace the Shinobi Continent. He could not use his Space-Time Ninjutsu to avoid the Kyuubi's attacks; pure Chakra affected the very soul, the Chakra networks spiralling around the internal organs of a human's body. He would have to avoid them physically, attack physically, with the decades of experience he had under his belt.
Five tails waving, the transforming blond lunged once more, frighteningly fast. Madara cartwheeled, throwing himself sideways to avoid the human-beast bullet. He sealed so quickly, his Jutsu was completed in the blink of an eye.
Ryuusa Bakuryu!
Mud churned, contorting as if in pain. Dark brown lightened to off-gold quicksand appearing from the firm foothold that was once the earth. A large wave rose up, the titan of Doton Jutsu rumbling and roiling towards the Kyuubi-possessed Jinchuuriki. Madara leapt to a tree at the edge of the vast clearing as he gazed intently at the spot where Naruto had been buried.
It had been so much easier to steal the beast from the boy's mother. She had been weakened from the throes of pregnancy and yet was protected by the strongest Kage in memory. It was almost uncannily disturbing that the son held such firm resolve unconsciously, just as his father had. His research into the tailed beasts had lent much discussion to the finality of his planning, but he had never worked out what was so special about the Uzumakis of Whirlpool.
The country had been destroyed, vaporised in the last Shinobi war, buckling under the monsters that the hidden Villages had become. Their sole ally, Konoha, had been unable to protect them, fighting on two fronts as they had been. If only he had known, back then, who Mito had been, what significance she had held as the First Hokage's wife, he could have gained control of the whole situation so long ago.
He had never thought Hashirama would hide such secrets from him, not at the height of their friendship. He knew better now though, the Shodai Hokage had never trusted him fully, a path, in retrospect, of wisdom. Madara laughed bitterly; how ironic that the Eddy Village had been founded by distant relatives of the Senju!
His reminiscence was cut short as a huge corona of crimson Chakra exploded from the hardening ground. Six tails standing proudly, Naruto reared back before falling onto all-fours, a great ball of Chakra hovering in front of his mouth.
And then it began.
It was amazing, blistering in heat. Chakra pellets, so small, yet powerful enough to fry your body inside-out were spat so rapidly as to mimic a machine gun. Madara almost fled.
Almost.
He disappeared in a burst of speed, the bolts of energy tracking like a homing device. He was forcing a deadly amount of Chakra into his limbs, his furious speed kicking up a trailing, continuous cloud of dust and soil. He was beginning to tire. This was ridiculous.
He jumped to avoid a clump of large grass, eyes flickering back at the monster out for his blood. He cursed; a seventh tail was growing, this would hurt.
The added power of the latest appendage granted the transformed boy a boost in sensory and judgemental ability. His tracking was that much faster. Head wrenching to the side, his Chakra gun found its mark in an explosion of cursed energy. The wind roared, the earth rocked, huge clouds of smoke and dust billowing out into spheres of thick smog.
The seven-tails roared in triumph, shooting toward the centre with a speed-shattering gate. Claws extended, it lunged for the kill.
"Gogyou Fuuin!"
A single burnt palm slammed into Naruto's mid-section, digging hard into the seal ensconced around his belly button. Naruto cried out in pain, falling onto his behind as the Kyuubi's malevolent influence was forcibly contained within its prison. A left hook caught the Jinchuuriki under his jaw, sending him reeling backwards like a marionette.
Madara emerged, eyes shadowed and furious, shoulders hung and features haggard. Much of his skin was blistering and raw, the heat from the Kyuubi's shot having melted his already drooping face.
"ENOUGH!" He roared.
"Ryoku Makuhaku!"
A pulse of unchallenged force slammed into the quivering blond, already weakened by the rapid rise and fall of Chakra activity within his body. He fell onto his back, his elbows unable to support him, breathing harsh and ragged.
Madara strode purposefully towards the downed boy, wincing at the pain throbbing under his skin. He had been throwing around S-Rank Jutsu like water, it was to be expected, fighting one as powerful as the nine-tailed bijuu.
"Raiton: Mori!"
A lance of electricity speared Naruto's midriff, causing him to scream in agony, shackled to the ground. Madara stood over him, detaching himself from the torture he was causing. Many more would die by his hand before his Utopia would be made.
"You have answered me. I no longer need you, Kyuubi no Youko. All I require is your essence, and the ten locks of Ryuumon will be opened once again. How insignificant, how puny you are in comparison to the Jyuubi!"
He laughed harshly through his pain, his madness surfacing as his eyes rolled behind his eyelids. His cackles died down as he pulled an obsidian gem, the size of his fist from within his cloak.
"Now, to seal you. Kakuan Nitten Suishu."
Six pillars of stone erupted from the torn ground, surrounding Naruto in a circle. Madara placed his hand atop Naruto's stomach before touching the sparkling gem. The rare stone flashed ruby and began to glow as a thin stream of the Kyuubi's Chakra began filtering from the seal on Naruto's midsection. Madara slammed his palm on his belly once again, this time unsealing the five-elements seal he had placed to stop the Kyuubi's rampage. The Chakra filtering through the seal thickened into a river as it poured from Naruto's seizing body. The blonde's eyes snapped open, glowing an unholy blue.
His blood boiled. He was dying, he could feel it. Damn it all if he went down without a fight. His mind sharpened, pulling on the link to his prisoner with reckless abandon; you're not going anywhere, you damned fox!
Madara frowned, kicking the boy cruelly in his crotch. Naruto shouted in pain, curling into himself and whimpering.
"Do not resist Uzumaki. You will die soon enough. Why do you seek to hasten your demise?"
He was taunting him. Naruto scrabbled the ground below him, flinching as his fingertips met thick blood from his wounds.
Blood. Perfect.
"We'll survive. All of us. Promise." He'd abandoned them, but to hell with him if he ever broke his word! They'd promised to survive, all four of them. Shisui hadn't died, he'd lived, catatonic as he may be, yet he'd not broken his word.
Neither would Naruto. Never.
One Control Seal, branching out to an Elemental Control Seal. Spirals to their centres, joining at either edge so as to form perfect symmetry. A line through the middle, bisecting both seals neatly and connecting to one last seal: the Chakra Sensor Node. The whole construct would react to his Chakra, drawn with his own blood, but he didn't want its effects.
He was going to overload it.
He primed himself, sluggish Chakra beginning to swirl around his body once again. Madara chuckled at his efforts, thinking them defunct due to tapping him to the jewel held in his hand. But Naruto didn't care.
The bastard would pay.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The ground exploded in a symphony of light, a gouge long and deep burrowing into the soil like a bomb blast. Naruto was thrown face up into the air, his entire back screeching in torment. He'd only just managed to shield the worst of the blast with his Chakra, God knows what would have happened if he hadn't learnt how to extend it from his Tenketsu. The link of Red had snapped and Naruto felt stability return to the seal once again. He was too fatigued to fight anymore, the Kyuubi had been silenced by its restriction. Naruto didn't care what had become of the Uchiha Patriarch, as he plummeted to the ground, he could barely think straight anymore.
He landed with a thump, bones snapping in his pelvis and shoulders. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his Ryu-Zashi clattering to the ground beside him, Airboard splintering a few feet away. He lay there, totally spent, unable to move a muscle.
A lumbering shadow fell across his eyes, and in a last fit of energy, ignoring the bolt of pain that stabbed like lightning through the very roots of his body, his palm caught the hilt of one of his Wakizashi, channelled as much Chakra as he could, and pitched the blade with his remaining strength at the bulbous form approaching him.
The glowing sword, eye flashing as if alive, azure rivulets twisting around its form like a tornado of radiance, sunk deep into the flesh and soul of the oldest Uchiha as he raised a Kunai to stab the teen in his heart. Madara screamed, his body clenching as it fell backwards, only to jar to a stop as the point of the blade sunk into the ground. He remained propped at an angle, tortured eyes staring at the sky as the life began to bleed out of him.
Naruto shied away from the agonised sounds, dragging himself inch-by-inch from the source of such pain. He needed to escape, it was the only thing on his mind, and as the hours wore on, he had left the clearing, a trail of blood smeared in his wake.
By the time someone would find it, the red trail would have dried and cracked, disappearing after a mile to the north.
Naruto would disappear for a number of years. Years his friends would spend searching, bottling their pain and sadness at the bundle of sunshine that was forced to shoulder more than he could ever take.
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It was strange how things seemed to work. Murphy's law, they said, sheer bad luck or some other superstitious belief.
Itachi pondered the phenomenon as he landed silently beside his old master. He gazed uncaringly at the man who attempted to achieve what was not to be. The man who challenged fate and failed.
A thin, cracked whisper, a dying man's wish, broke him from his muse.
"You must be glad."
Itachi frowned.
"Of what, Shisho?"
Madara laughed, or at least, tried to.
"Do not call me that, traitor."
"One cannot become a traitor if they never swore allegiance in the first place, Madara-san."
Silence descended for a while, neither wishing to break it.
"Do you...find pleasure in watching someone die?"
Itachi paused, his eyes drawn back from viewing the stars.
"I didn't think it was possible for you to do so."
Uchiha Madara chuckled, blood trailing from the corner of his lips.
"Who would have thought a boy would hold two of the Jyuubi's claws. The only weapons capable of defying my power."
Itachi sat beside his mentor, discarding his Akatsuki cloak in one fluid move.
"You mortals do not know! You do not comprehend the power that is at our fingertips!"
"I believe you are referring to the Jyuubi no Ryu."
Madara struggled to turn his head, to look at his student, but stopped as his spine began to creak.
"You were always too intelligent, too cunning for your own good."
Itachi's lips quirked into a smile. That was the only positive comment Madara had ever proclaimed about him.
"But you didn't find it."
Madara's head shifted ever so slightly.
"No. Nor the keys. To think he had one, sitting before me all these years. Not one, but two!"
Itachi remained impassive. Madara would pass on his knowledge, just in case Itachi would be tempted to take the same path he had. The man was too arrogant and stubborn not to.
"There were clues of course; the disappearance of Whirlpool, the Eddian Library along with it. The burning of Mizu's Concierge before I managed to sway Kiri's council to my side. All that knowledge placed and revered by the Rikoudou Sennin lost by the foolishness of you mortals," Madara spat.
"You forget that you were mortal too, proof of that is before your eyes." Itachi was loath to rile a dying man, and yet it was oddly comforting to do so as his biggest opponent lay bleeding at his side.
"Impudent boy. You were helping me all along and you didn't even know it. How do you think that blasted Konoha convoy disappeared from the face of the Earth?"
"Along with the tablets of Bassai."
Madara snarled.
"It was you!"
Itachi inclined his head. Madara grew silent, realising the futility of fighting when he was on his last thread. After a short while, he threw his head back and laughed, quickly degenerating to a sobbing wreck from the pain of his wounds.
"H-How ironic...to have the very-very same boy...defeat me with the only weapon capable of soul destruction."
Itachi remained impassive.
"You will come to know. You will all come to know. If that...thing ever looses itself once again. The terrors of the past will be upon you. It shall lay waste to everything, because I was the only one ever capable of controlling it."
He was referring to the Ten-Tailed Dragon of course, the legend, the myth of the most fearsome of nature's disaster which rid the world of every living thing before the Sage of the Six Path's time. Its colossal size and frightening powers lingering on in the earth through its split soul in the form of the nine Bijuu. Itachi didn't know whether Madara's words were simply the rambling of a delusional crone having lived a life far too great for the shell he had become.
"Y-You will have another war on your hands Itachi. P-Pein...Pein will come for him."
His breathing stilled, his words had run their course. Itachi remained sitting beside the rapidly cooling body for a time, contemplating all that he had said.
What would come, would come. He was still alive to be there when it would. His job, though complete, had truly only just started. Would that the Sandaime had known...
Standing, he passed a hand over the deceased Uchiha patriarch's eyes, closing the lids for the last time. With a final look back, his form flickered and dispersed.
The winds of change were approaching.
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Ryuusa Bakuryu – Quicksand Waterfall Current
Character Use: Gaara
Rank: S
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m), Far (10m+)
Type: Attack
Ryuusa Bakuryuu is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by the Sand ninja Gaara. The technique functions similar to his Sabaku Kyuu except on a much larger scale. With the development of Gaara's powers he has gained further control over the nearby environment. By crushing rocks and pebbles in the ground with his sand, he can create more useable sand. After focusing his power, a large tidal wave size amount sand will rise from the ground to cover his target and the surrounding area. This technique serves to set up his Sabaku Taisou technique.
Gogyou Fuuin - Five Elements Seal
Character Use: Orochimaru
Rank: A
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Note: These are the five elements in Chinese philosophy
Gogyou Fuuin is a Fuuinjutsu technique used by the Sannin Orochimaru. Orochimaru forms an elemental seal on each of his fingers, one for each of the following five "elements": water, metal, earth, fire and wood. He used this odd numbered seal to disrupt the affects of the even numbered Shishou Fuuin placed on Naruto's stomach by the Fourth Hokage. The Gogyou Fuuin would disrupt the Shishou Fuuin's ability to let the Kyuubi's chakra blend into Naruto's chakra.
Gogyou Kaiin - Five Elements Unseal
Character Use: Jiraiya
Rank: A
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Note: These are the five elements in Chinese philosophy
Gogyou Kaiin is a Fuuinjutsu technique used by the Leaf Sannin Jiraiya. Jiraiya forms an elemental unseal on each of his fingers, one for each of the follwoing five "elements": water, metal, earth, fire and wood. He then applies his hand with force to the Gogyou Fuuin to remove it.
Ryoku Makuhaku – Energy Pulse
Ryoku Makuhaku is a Pure Chakra Manipulation Ninjutsu that shoots out a wave of energy. It is used to throw large opponents to the ground as well as petrifying them from being able to attack the user.
Raiton: Mori – Lightning Element: Lance
Rank: S
Raiton: Mori allows the user to throw a spear of lightning at an opponent. It is particularly hard to block unless an opponent is well versed in Raiton techniques. Another defence would be a Lightning Elemental Control Seal to cover the user in an electric shield although this expends a large amount of a user's Chakra.
Hokage Shiki Jijun Jutsu • Kakuan Nitten Suishu - Hokage Style 60 Years Retirement Technique • Sanctuary Enlightenment Enclosing Palm
Character Use: Shodai Hokage, Yamato
Rank: -
Note: Secret Technique
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Hokage Shiki Jijun Jutsu • Kakuan Nitten Suishu is a Ninjutsu technique unique to the First Hokage and his genetically infused double Yamato, however because Yamato is not Shodai himself, he does not have the same level of control. This hidden technique allows both men to control Jinchuuriki in conjunction with the unique crystallized chakra necklace. The crystal necklace responds to the First Hokage's chakra, which in turn allows them to control the chakra of the Jinchuuriki. This power was so coveted, it was said to be the reason Shodai was made Hokage, and why Yamato was made by Orochimaru.
To use the technique, a complex string of handseals will be used, and the user's palm will be extended. The palm will bear the "sit" kanji. Drawing close, the user will place their palm on the chest of the Jinchuuriki and then withdraw, an emanation of chakra will then follow from the seal to the palm. Spiked posts will rise and surround the Jinchuuriki to corral them. In a short time, the Jinchuuriki's bijuu manifestation and chakra will withdraw from their body into the chest seal, eventually returning them to normal.
ONE MORE TO GO!
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