Author's note: The poll is still going!
I looked around, slightly bewildered. Where had my mother gone? Had she merged with me?
Suddenly I felt a few memories jump into the forefront of my mind. It wasn't painful, as I had come to expect getting lots of information in a short period of time to be. No, but neither was it pleasant. It felt as if my brain was slowly, albeit surely, pressing its way against my skull.
The memories were select and few. There was information on the use of Izanagi, something I could have used to avoid death when I had died in the Naruto world. The Izanagi technique, when one possesses the Rinnegan, can be turned on forever, making sacrificing an eye to escape death unnecessary. With enough chakra, as in, with my chakra, it would be possible to keep it on for a very, very long time. I was able to escape death, if I so wished, while my body got used to the gift the Gods Of The Realms had given me; the gift of omnipresence. My coming power of omnipresence made Izanagi look like a poodle in comparison to a Great Dane. That was not to say I would be immortal, though. If I wished it, I could be gone to the afterlife. But I would only die if I knew that peace was to be true. Chakra is the most versatile power available in all universes, or so my knowledge that I had just gotten told me. It was a gift given to the humans of the Greatest Of The Realms, the Realm I called Naruto, as it was based around a thought that Masashi Kishimoto-sama made up. The Gods Of The Realms had apparently known that I would come to possess the Rinnegan as my true mother, Izanami no Mikoto, had the bloodline that was given to her by the Gods Of The Realms.
But enough about that. I had to prove to the Captain Commander of Soul Society that I was more than enough to handle any threat anyone would pose to the greater good of peace.
Peace...
At that moment, it became my life's goal to find true eternal peace for all humanity. It was an impossible dream. Or it would be, had I not had a merged Rinnegan and the power of omnipresence. I would gain the gift given by the Gods Of The Realms when my body was ready to receive the gift. It had to be used to it before the gift given by the Gods could be efficiently used, of course.
Again, I brought my thoughts back to the battle at hand while time took its sweet time resuming. It was important to show Yamamoto that I was more than worth installing into plans. He was Soul Society's leader, and despite my being potentially stronger than him, I didn't have the political standing nor the popularity and respect that the Captain Commander had. At least not yet. Besides, I was a shinobi. Shinobi work in and from the shadows. So it was best that the Captain Commander kept his position, kept the respect and popularity with his fellow Shinigami.
"Your attitude. It changed," I heard the old and booming voice of Yamamoto resound through the barrier. It was as if it had more power behind it, which honestly wasn't surprising at all, given that he had activated Bankai. And now that I spoke of the Bankai, the flames of my Amaterasu covered Sword Of Totsuka flared angrily, wafting in the air, searching for anything to burn. I wouldn't let it hit the Captain Commander, as he would die if the fires of Amaterasu would hit him.
I kept a calm expression on my face, relaxing my stance slightly. "I know. Something happened," I didn't feel the need to explain further. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. Explaining to the Captain Commander would effectively bring him up to speed about the Gods Of The Realms. That was not to happen. My true mother did not want that to happen. I wasn't about to question my spiritual and godly mother's intention. I wasn't about to say 'why not, mother?' to her.
I scratched my ear. "Something did happen, but I will not explain it. I have been informed that I should not tell anyone unless I feel that I can trust them with my life. Currently, there are only three people I feel I can trust with my life," Naruto Uzumaki, Fu, and Konan. Hopefully Konan will take up the name of Takuma. Konan Takuma. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
"But alas, we should fight each other to prove who is the stronger person," I said, and one could almost feel the calm aura I gave off. There was no killing bone in my body any longer. I felt no need to kill or murder anyone. My Rinnegan's drawback when using Susanoo, Kamui, Amaterasu, Koto Amatsukami, Tsukiyomi, or basically all the Mangekyo Sharingan abilities, was gone. I would no longer feel the need to kill, to murder, to battle, any longer. Perhaps I would kill someone, fight someone, but I would never ever murder someone.
I knew that my Susanoo became more angelic. I didn't see the changes, except the front, but I knew that my Susanoo now had three sets of feathery wings that had a proportionally long wing span, enhancing its angelic appearance. The three tails at the tail bone had all disappeared. Replacing the tails were the wings. Not only that, but my Susanoo's arms, all three of them, were now covered with rosary beads. With the information and memories granted to me through the Rinnegan, I knew that the rosary beads were called the Rosary Beads Of Shiranui.
Yamamoto grunted, and swung his blade with a flick of his wrist. As his flaming blade stopped, the western styled dragon roared and charged my Susanoo. I poured slightly more chakra into my Susanoo. And by slightly I mean over three times Kage level. Which meant that my Susanoo got much larger, its spread wings brushing against the mile tall barrier's top.
The white fire dragon with a light blue outline to it crashed into my raised Yata Mirror. I was pushed slightly backwards by the sheer force of the head on collision of the fire dragon made out of surprisingly tangible flames. Didn't mean that the flames were any less hot, though. This time I felt the heat that came from the Captain Commander's Bankai. I didn't feel it as scorching hot, but rather uncomfortably warm.
I poured slightly, and this time I mean something a Chuunin would be jealous of, more chakra into the Susanoo's defensive structure, hardening both my hold on the ground and the Susanoo's ribs and shield. Then I began to push the tangible fire dragon back. This action seemed to surprise Yamamoto, seeing as his red eyes were wide in astonishment. It almost made me proud of myself and my accomplishment, because damn was it difficult to push that white fire dragon back.
"How can you block my Densetsu no Ryuujin no Kaen? Better yet, how can you block the fire dragon's head on charge? No one has been able to do that," he said, surprise and awe clearly heard in his voice. But then he steeled himself and began to squint his eyes yet again. "I see that I must take you seriously now. You might not be a threat to Soul Society, but then again, this is a simple all out spar."
I kept my calm expression and resumed my lax position. I was confident, not overconfident, that my Susanoo would be able to handle anything and everything that Yamamoto would throw at it. "Time to get serious," the Captain Commander continued. Then he used Shunpo to appear right in front of my incredibly tall Susanoo. He had one clenched hand behind himself, ready to punch something with extreme prejudice. And that something just oh so happened to be my Susanoo's ribs. I noticed that the Captain Commander's Susanoo lookalike didn't follow him, as Susanoo usually did, unless directed otherwise by the user.
"Single Bone!" he shouted, and threw his hand forwards, directing his punch to my silver coloured Susanoo's lower ribs. My Susanoo's lower ribs cracked, which surprised me, but it shouldn't have. This was the Captain Commander of Soul Society, Gotei thirteen, and had been for about a thousand years. He was bound to be immensely powerful. So not only did my Susanoo's lower ribs crack, they completely broke, despite the amount of chakra I had poured into the chakra construct.
The Captain Commander's clenched fist did not stop at my Susanoo's ribs, however. Yamamoto took another step forward, making his fist continue its path. His fist approached my face rapidly, but I had not stopped channelling chakra throughout my entire body, so the fist actually seemed as if it was quite slow and sluggish.
I didn't, however, have time to evade the debilitating punch. My body just simply wouldn't respond properly. My only hope to survive the oncoming punch was to not stop channelling chakra through my body.
The punch was aimed at my nose, and I could damn near feel the air pressure that followed it. It was about to reach my nose – it was only a hair's breadth away – before something very curious happened.
My Susanoo, almost as if it was sensing my predicament, had, in a sudden burst of lightning quick movement, grabbed hold of Yamamoto. The angelic Susanoo did not squeeze Yamamoto to the point where he would have cracked and broken a rib or three, because I didn't want him too badly injured.
That was when I began to look at my Susanoo. I was astonished by its angelic appearance. It had a helmet on, not unlike a stylized western medieval helmet. Just that where there would be ears, there were a small set of immobile and purely decorative wings. The mouth of the helmet was sharp to a point. There was only one hole for the eyes, and it was shaped like a very narrow T, with its two 'branches' slightly tilted upwards to increase its already ominous look. I didn't know how, but the helmet was both scary and angelic at the same time.
The armour was celestial in appearance. The armour was decorated with weeping angels, and it was solid in form and shape. Its shoulder pads were not spiky, as opposed to the Susanoo lookalike of the Captain Commander's. The shoulder pads were in fact bumpy, and I instinctively knew that it was so that strikes would be more easily deflected. Or something along those lines. The shoulder pads too had a saintly feel to them. The armour had images of weeping angels and a single angel that was not weeping in the middle of the breastplate. This non-weeping angel stared into the high heavens. There were two hornlike protrusions on that angel's forehead, and there were six tomoe around the neck, in a necklace style fashion. The angel also had three sets of feathery wings, and in the middle of each of the wings were what seemed like stylized swirls. Similar, actually, to the Uzumaki clan's swirl.
And that was not to forget the arms. Now my Susanoo had four arms, separating at the elbow. My scimitar, Tsumugari, was in the innermost right hand, but it had changed. Instead of a scimitar, it was now a proportionally long katana. I knew that it was still the Tsumugari, because my merged Rinnegan had given me knowledge of it. In my outermost right hand was the Amaterasu covered Sword Of Totsuka. In my outermost left hand was the Yata Mirror, only instead of the normal design the Yata Mirror usually had – where it had three concentric circles, quite reminiscent of the Rinnegan – it had a design of six circling fireballs with Uzumaki swirls on them, along with a winged female angel that too looked upwards to the skies. Interestingly enough, the female had cheeks that were dissolving into paper. Of course, the image itself was still, unmoving. So my love for Konan apparently also transferred to the Susanoo. I wasn't about to complain, for I did truly love her, despite not really knowing her for a long time. And then there was the innermost left arm. It too had a shield, only this one was watery. It was as if the water that had made up the shield was flowing up, defying gravity. The water drops slowly dissipated into nothingness the higher they got up, making it seem like liquid, silver coloured flames. There were two sharks on the shield, both circling each other, as if they were in a Yin Yang position, their eyes the little dots that made up the middle of the half-symbols. I had no idea where that shark-and-water idea had come from, but I knew that I would eventually know, because my true mother had given me the knowledge through the Rinnegan.
She was still living, apparently, and could give me knowledge when she rightfully wanted to.
My Susanoo shrunk in size after it had thrown Yamamoto away towards his own fiery Susanoo lookalike in order to become denser, to better protect myself. Though the wings of my Susanoo did not decrease in size. They were still large enough that when stretched they would reach the top of the mile high barrier. I didn't minimize the flow of chakra, though, meaning that I still put the same amount of chakra as the Susanoo had used as before. Yamamoto managed to right himself in mid air, but despite having righted himself he didn't manage to get a solid foothold, so he slid until his back was less than a foot from the white fired Susanoo. Yamamoto, however, stubbornly got up and held out his right hand. In his hand appeared a sword made purely out of white flames with light blue outlines to it.
Then he stabbed it into the air, not even bothering to close the distance between the two of us. A narrow column erupted from the sword, a white column of pure flame so hot that it made a wide ditch, burning everything that dared come close to it. The white column, outlined light blue just like the rest of the Captain Commander's Bankai flames, approached my Susanoo rapidly, and if I hadn't been channelling lightning chakra through my body's brain I wouldn't have been able to react.
Ducking to the left the fiery column penetrated my Susanoo, completely eviscerating the Susanoo's ribs and hit the barrier that was over a hundred feet away from me. The barrier visibly strained against the force of the immensely powerful beam of destruction and heat. That didn't mean that I didn't escape unscathed. My cheek and a bit of my dark blonde hair had been burned from the intense heat of the beam of white hot fire. But otherwise I escaped unhurt and fit for combat. Though it should be noted that my calm but serious expression did not change in the least, except that I got a lot more serious and much less calm.
That beam of literally white hot fire could have eviscerated me, seeing as my gift of omnipresence from the Gods Of The Realms still wasn't in effect. Did the Captain Commander wish me dead? I didn't think so, but that didn't mean that I wouldn't be dishing out some of my more lethal moves to show Yamamoto that he shouldn't pull something like that.
Yamamoto quickly stabbed into the empty air again. The sword was covered in reiryoku based white flames, covering the entire area with intense heat. Yet again, as the Captain Commander's sword reached the end of his range, an extremely hot ray of destruction and fire flowed out of the sword. It once again created a ditch, only this one was wider, deeper, and the ray itself was thicker, extending its reach by quite a few inches. The ditch approached me rapidly, destroying anything and everything in its wake.
I had a plan. Hopefully it would work, otherwise I would lose an arm. And I needed both my arms to perform hand seals, as I hadn't been trained in the art of the one handed seals yet. Something I planned on rectifying.
I brought up a hand with haste, and whispered, "Shinra Tensei." The whisper resounded beyond the roars of the flames and the Susanoo's screeching sound it suddenly made, being heard by even the audience outside the strongest barrier of the Kido corps.
The effect was immediate. The beam of fire and flames looked as if it was cut in half, being pushed back. It was as if the beam was solid. And as I discovered, it was. It was difficult to push back the beam of fiery flames, but eventually I settled on using wind natured chakra to simply cut the beam into pieces.
It worked. I charged forward, dismissing my Susanoo, seeing as at least one of the Captain Commander's attacks could penetrate my Susanoo's near perfect defence with relative ease. As I charged forward I willed my chakra to take form outside my body, performing a rotation of wind chakra that was not unlike the Hyuuga clan's Heavenly Spin technique. Something I should try at some point. In theory it was just pouring out chakra from each and every chakra pore on the body, and then spin on a dime. It was a relatively easy technique to perform, but it just required concentration, or pouring massive amounts of chakra into the technique. I was capable of both.
As I charged forward the pole of tangible fire seemed to be cut, falling down and eventually dissipating into nothingness.
I had a hundred feet of ground to cover, so I stepped my game up. I poured more and more chakra to my legs' muscles, and then I used the shunshin technique to appear right behind Yamamoto. Yamamoto seemed to realize that I was behind him, but before he could do anything I pressed a pressure point on his neck, making him collapse in extreme pain, causing a lapse of concentration. His Susanoo lookalike dissipated into the air, using whatever spiritual oxygen it could get before his Bankai – which curiously enough didn't include chain mail of any sort – burned up.
Yamamoto sat on his knees on the burned ground of the Sokyoku hill, writhing in all-consuming pain. The Captain Commander, he had effectively lost, seeing as I could have easily decapitated him or anything else, so I hastily pulled the skin above the same pressure point to ease his pain. The pain wouldn't immediately go away, but with some healing Kido, he would be fine. I nodded to myself as the Captain Commander lost consciousness.
Then the sheer epicness of what I just did hit me.
I just defeated the mother fucking Captain Commander of Soul Society, of Gotei thirteen, the one and only Shinigami to hold the position of Captain Commander for well over a thousand years, seeing as no Shinigami that had existed had been stronger than him.
If I had not come to realize the true nature of chakra, I would have jumped for joy and been visibly giddy with excitement.
But I was not. Instead, I just nodded to the stunned silent audience. I enhanced my voice with chakra, making it boom across the absolutely massive Sokyoku hill, reaching all the way to the audience. It was loud enough that it was as if I was standing right next to them. "Disable the barrier and heal your Captain Commander. I fear that if you do not heal him immediately," I hesitated. Pressure points. They were dangerous to the recipient if pressed hard enough and in a specific way. "He will die."
Author's note: I am damn fucking proud of the battle, despite it being a little on the short side. Don't worry, though. I know that the Captain Commander, had he not been idle, would give Shinji Takuma a hard run for his money. If there'll be a next fight between them, he will learn his lesson and use Shunpo more often than not.
Anyway, thank you so fucking much for reading my story! I am fully dedicated to finish this story for the moment, and I can't wait to get to the different universes so that Shinji can/will kick some ass, badly! He is, after all, the Sage Of The Six Paths, and the Sage Of The Six Paths is arguably the strongest character in all of anime, discounting Dragon Ball, of course. I mean, he defeated the fucking Ten Tailed Beast, for crying out loud!
(*SPOILER ALERT! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, DON'T READ FURTHER!*)
Also, seen the newest chapter of Naruto? Chapter 568, I think it was. I didn't know that the Tailed Beasts had names. But it makes sense that they do. I mean, why wouldn't they? Despite being almost pure chakra constructs they're still living beings. And I totally get what Masashi Kishimoto-sama did with naming the Four Tailed Beast Son Goku, and his Jinchuuriki, called Roshi. Paying tribute to Dragon Ball, are you? But I don't blame him, to be honest. Dragon Ball is what made anime what it is today, what with the concept of inner power and whatnot, right? Also, the Nine Tailed Beast, the Nine Tailed Fox, whatever, is called Kurama. Who the fuck expected that? I sure as hell didn't. Also, I haven't seen Yu Yu Hakusho, because I simply don't want to. Therefore, I don't really get the reference that he made there with Yu Yu Hakusho. But hey, I don't blame him for naming the Tailed Beasts anything that can relate to other manga. I seriously don't. I see it as paying tribute.
