Dimensional Problem Solving
About as mixed a reception as I figured I would get for posting something that wasn't a chapter, but anyway. It's not coming down, and if you want to be a pussy and report it just because it isn't another chapter of blood and guts, go ahead.
You act like I write for the soul purpose of pleasing you. I don't.
Besides, there are other places in which I can post my work, so in the event that all my stories and my page cannot be found, go to Wattpad, because that's where I'll be.
Anyway, enough of that shit. We are here to officially kick off the Reclamation of Power arc, in which Shin'en will be going to various anime dimensions to fix one problem or another. However, it will not solely be anime dimensions, as there will be a few PJO dimensions that need a little tweaking…as in poking a little fun at all the Guardian of the Hunt and Assassin of Chaos tropes that were once original ideas, but have now become cliché.
Now on to the fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, PJO or Fairy Tail
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Land of Grass
December 22, 1014 A.S.
"So, this is the infamous Blood Prison, eh? Not bad, not bad, but the Mist had a better one."
"I remember."
"Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting that Yūrei infiltrated the Hole, killed everyone inside, and then blew the entire place the kingdom come."
"Mm."
"You okay, kid? Ever since you spaced out, you've been closed off and more moody than usual."
"I'm fine Kisame."
The Akatsuki Swordsmen approached the main gates of Hozuki Castle.
"We're for the Box of Paradise. Anything else is a nonfactor. Just make sure you don't kill the warden…we'll need him to open the Box."
Kisame just cackled as he gripped the hilt of Samehada. "So I get to cut loose and not have to worry about collateral damage? Sounds great to me."
"Yes," Shin'en mused. "I suppose if there is one parameter this mission has...it's to leave no survivors."
Kisame's grin was just as bloodthirsty as a Swordsmen of the Bloody Mist could make.
"Now we're talking!"
With a roar, the shark man busted down the gates of the Blood Prison, right in the middle of exercise time apparently, and began to have a field day with the hapless men and women who had been forsaken by their villages for whatever reason. The commotion Kisame created was the perfect smokescreen for Shin'en's personal mission here.
Locating the warden was child's play, especially when the regal-looking man jumped down into the fray in an attempt to subdue the rampaging Monster of the Hidden Mist. He knocked upside the head so hard he went flying into the stone wall and into a completely different section of the prison. It was comical really.
The warden, Mui, was jonin-level, however, his measuring stick was powerless shinobi. He was used to fighting those that hardly fought back, and when they did, it was with civilian-level strength. So of course taking on Kisame, an S-ranked shinobi, one that had been in constant battle against one foe or another for the better part of a decade now, making sure his skills remained sharp, was practical suicide.
It was just as well, really.
Mui groaned from within his impact crater in the wall. Okay, that had hurt. A lot. Hell, he couldn't remember a time in his life when he had felt such pain from a single blow. And the man that had struck him…Mui didn't know why a man such as Kisame Hoshigaki, the famed Monster of the Hidden Mist and the Tailless Tailed-Beast, would be attacking his prison, but it didn't matter.
In all honesty, this present a most wonderful opportunity. If Mui could subdue Kisame, and bring the monstrous man down below, to where the Box was, then Mui could use Kisame's chakra to open the Box and wish for his son back! This whole situation caused a massive tree of hope to erupt in Mui's chest, and it was a hope so bright and warm that the man almost cried tears of joy.
No time for that, however. First, Mui needed to get his hand on Hoshigaki, and apply the Fire Style: Celestial Prison jutsu. From there, it would all be downhill and smooth sailing. Determination and drive flooded Mui, thoughts of having his beloved son back fueling his ambition.
He hauled himself from the wall, landed in a crouch, and opened his eyes, ready for brutal combat…only to get an eyeful of glowing vermillion, before everything became hazy and it was hard to think of anything at all.
"Take me to the Box, and open it up."
Mui's only thought on the given commands were to obey them.
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Shin'en followed Mui into the bowels of the Blood Prison, followed him into the warden's office, where Mui pressed on a blue book which caused a bookcase to move, revealing a hidden passageway, and followed Mui down further into the darkness. Soon enough, Mui lead Shin'en into a laboratory.
From above, four figures in robes and porcelain animal masks leapt down, but Shin'en had been aware of their presence since he got within three miles of the Prison. He jumped into the middle of the offending party, and there was a flash of light that originated from where his hand rested on his sword hilt. Shin'en landed silently, and the decapitated bodies of the four people hit the ground with wet thuds.
At the furthest end of the laboratory, was what appeared to be some kind of gate, a huge gate with a grinning face on it. In response to Shin'en's proximity, the slanted eyes on the gate glowed bright red, while a dark blue aura began to pulsate across the face.
"The Box needs a large amount of chakra in order to open," Mui said trance-like.
Shin'en gave the man a sideways glance, before extending his palm to the grinning gate. His face contorted in effort and strain, before a steady stream of dark emerald chakra began to flow from his outstretched hand and to the Box of Paradise. When the gates around the face shattered and broke, and the whole area began to shudder, did Shin'en cancel the flow of chakra.
Well, there went about a fifth of his reserves, and it was only due to the shoddy chakra control that came with having these damaged coils.
The shaking increased, and Shin'en saw why: the face on the gate was actually a face on the Box, and the Box itself was spinning around, burrowing up to the surface. Good, it was stuffy down here anyway. Shin'en grabbed Mui, left the corpses, and bounded his way back to the central stairwell, where he proceeded to bust through the wall and into daylight, just in time to see the prison yard split open, the Box of Paradise ripping through the stone to rest in the middle of the yard's red design.
Speaking of the yard, there was an absurd amount of dead bodies everywhere, prisoner and guard alike. Kisame was nowhere to be found, but that was because he was inside the prison, carving up the last of the personnel.
Shin'en leapt down from his perch, and threw Mui to the foot of the Box. "Open it, now."
Mui rose to his feet, and spread his hands. His white gloves glowed blue. "Here me Box of Paradise! I command you to open!"
The effects were immediate. The Box was shrouded in its dark glow, the eyes and mouths of the Box's side glowed red, and a lighter red outline spread across the edges of each faces' upper half. The upper faces fell away, and the mouths came soon after, revealing a secondary set of faces. These ones were less expressive and all one piece, as opposed to their 'masks.'
The face directly opposite of Mui opened impossibly wide, revealing a slowly swirling void within. From this void, a figure walked out. While it didn't matter at all to this story, the figure that exited the box was Muku, Mui's beloved son whom he tragically sealed into the Box years ago, and has tried desperately to get back since that time. However, Mui looked at his son with blank, unseeing eyes.
This was the power of the demigod's Sharingan.
"Thank you for your cooperation, warden. The reward for your services is your son."
Shin'en kicked Mui so hard in the back that the man went flying forward, slamming into Muku, and the momentum carried father and son back into the Box. One could argue that was cruel of Shin'en, and where you would be right, he would not care. He had a mission, a drive, and a goal to be reached. Currently, the first step to that goal was getting to the Uzumaki Mask Shrine and finding the mask that was linked to Amaterasu.
This shtick here at the Blood Prison was merely an exercise in not wasting time and effort. It had been a bit of a walk to get to this place.
After Mui and Muku entered the Box of Paradise, the eyes and gaping mouths glowed bright red, and began to start sucking everything around them into their swirling depths, however it was only organic things that were sucked in, so only the corpses found themselves inside the Box. Shin'en raised a brow, but nonetheless cancelled the chakra in his feet.
The Abyss went sailing into the Box of Paradise.
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Kisame felt the shaking and the rumbling, and he felt the shaking and the rumbling stop. While curious, he chalked it up to something Shin'en was doing with this magical box thingy, and continued on his merry way…shaving apart anything that shat and walked on two legs. Samehada was going to need a bath after this.
After Kisame grew board with killing people, he made his way back out to the court yard…the suspiciously-devoid-of-corpses court yard. There was also this really huge cube thing with these weird faces on it. Kisame also didn't see Shin'en…or sense the kid's chakra. Which was concerning.
The kid a lot of chakra.
Kisame approached the thing with the faces. "Uh, Shin'en…? You in there?"
He even knocked on the side. Sounded hollow.
The mouth opened wide and Kisame leapt back an easy fifty feet, Samehada in hand and brandished in front of him. From out of the gaping mouth, none other than Shin'en came out, looking as calm and cool as ever. But something seemed off about him.
"Shin'en…are you okay?"
The boy hummed in the negative. "The Box has a will of its own, it seems, and exchange for the power of Satori, it wishes for me to do its bidding, and feed it souls. Its voice in my head is disconcerting."
"…I see. Any plans on how to fix that problem?"
"Yes."
Shin'en turned around and extended both palms to the Box of Paradise. His arms began to glow so brightly that Kisame had to avert his beady eyes.
"Gale Style: Reflex Cannon."
A tendril of chakra extended from the boy's palms, and it was the catalystic spark required to trigger a massive laser of pure Gale chakra that washed over the Box of Paradise, completely destroying it, and continued for miles beyond, before detonating in the far distance in a mushroom of fire and smoke.
Kisame whistled. "God damn…is the voice gone."
"Yes, and so is the Box."
"And how much chakra did that take?"
"Half."
Kisame whistled again.
"Did you kill everyone inside?"
"You bet your ass I did. The guards and their guns were the most entertaining. Civilians get it in their heads that some gunpowder and few bits of metal give them an edge over shinobi, when in reality, genin throw kunai faster than any gun fires a bullet."
"Yes, it is quite amusing watching civilians with firearms panic when they're weapons prove useless. Anyway, we have somewhere to be, and here is not it."
"You're still wanting to go all the way back to the Land of Fire for a mask?"
"Yes. Let's go."
Shin'en began heading for the broken gate that once stood proudly, not once giving Kisame a backwards glace to see if the shark man was following. When the two were over a football field's distance away from the prison, Shin'en stopped. Kisame stopped beside him.
"What is it?"
"I borrowed some of Deidara's C3."
Kisame was almost knocked off his feet when an explosion obliterated the majority of the Blood Prison, wiping out structure and corpses like nothing.
"There, now we have a cover story in case Pain wants an explanation."
"And that cover story would be…?"
"We arrived at the Blood Prison and saw that the warden and several of his followers were tampering with a large box-like thing. We sensed a build-up of chakra, and we both quickly fled just in time to escape the explosion."
"Ah-huh, and what about the mushroom cloud about fifteen miles that way?"
"I don't know. I wasn't fifteen miles that way; were you fifteen miles that way?"
"No, but-"
"Well if we weren't fifteen miles that way, how are we supposed to know what happened fifteen miles that way?"
Kisame just nodded his head. "Fair points. To the Mask Shrine?"
"To the Mask Shrine."
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Land of Fire
December 25, 1014 A.S.
At the pace Shin'en and Kisame set, it took them over three days to get from Hozuki Castle in the Land of Grass down to the Uzumaki Mask Shrine in the Land of Fire.
"So, this is the temple in which the Uzumaki has stored the masks capable of summoning and controlling the gods themselves? Look like rundown crap."
Shin'en snorted. "Summoning and controlling the gods? You give the Uzumaki too much credit, Kisame. Seals are indeed a powerful branch of jutsu, with very few limits. The subjugation of divine entities is one of them. Although, I will give the Uzumaki credit for being able to design Sealing formulas that invoke the presence of a god. It does take more than prayer and rituals to bring forth the presence of a god."
Kisame stared at Shin'en. "I think that's the most you've ever spoken to me at once."
"Keep your collar buttoned and your hat pulled low. Our cloaks are already conspicuous enough, the last thing we need are rumors of a bipedal shark roaming about this area…stay out here and guard the area, but remain out of sight. Use the Hidden Mist Jutsu if need be, but please try to stay anonymous."
"You never told me which deity you were going to summon."
"Amaterasu."
"Oooooooh, trying to get it on with the sun goddess, eh? Heh, try not to get burned."
Kisame disappeared from the visible spectrum, and reappeared elsewhere, hidden from sight among the ruins. Shin'en entered the shrine, and found it to be as decrepit and worn down as the outside. How curious was it that the Uzumaki didn't put any Seals on this place to make it resistant to time, or at least put some security Seals in place to take care of thieves and bandits looking for a place to hide.
Then again, perhaps time-altering Seals were never a thing, and the Uzumaki never expected this place to be abandoned so they never installed a security system. Ah, the glories of arrogance…well, this was all speculation, and Shin'en doubted whether Kushina would know anything more about this place, or if she even knew about this place. The Hidden Leaf's Red Death was just a bit scatterbrained.
Shin'en found what he was looking for easy enough. Seriously, it was a wall in perfect condition with a whole battalion's worth of oni masks on it, arranged in a 3x9 pattern.
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A 3x9 pattern? What was it with Shin'en's life and repeating instances of 3's and 9's?
Anyway, the demigod approached the wall and examined all the masks before him. Under the gaze of the Sharingan, no mask was unlike the other, as they all radiated the same quality and quantity of chakra, and while Shin'en could see the Sealing Formulas, that did not mean he knew which mask invoked which god, and none of the masks were entirely specific on which god they invoked…trial and error, then?
With a displeased-sounding hum rumbling out from the very back of his throat, Shin'en reached for the first mask he could get to, and he put it on. Nothing happened.
"My brother's champion…does that make you my nephew-in-law?"
Shin'en calmly took off the mask and turned around. "Like I told the witch who made my sword: it doesn't matter what you call me."
Amaterasu wore a simple white kimono with a flame design that moved across the fabric, and her black hair neatly cascaded down to her waist. Red horns sprouted from her forehead, and her nails were painted red as well. Her irises and pupils were like that of the Sun, and her sclera was black like space, giving the appearance that as you looked into the goddess' eyes, it was if looking at twin images of the Sun in space from a distance away.
It was beautiful, in a sense.
"So I can call you sissy girl and you wouldn't care?"
"I trust you know why I came here and invoked your presence."
Amaterasu's calm countenance never shifted, nor did her tone. "Of course," she said evenly, "you have finally grown tired of my brother hampering your recovery, and you seek my aid by offering me something…the question is: what do you offer?"
"My purpose here is what I offer. Susano'o told me long ago that there were many errors in the Shinto Multiverse, and that part of my being here, besides stopping this princess from destroying the Earth, is fixing those errors."
"I see. In exchange for your body returned to you, you would correct the many problems of our Multiverse. Why come to me?"
"Susano'o isn't helping me for whatever reason, and I know of the rivalry between you and him. I'm betting that you will help me, if only to one up Susano'o."
Amaterasu rose and lowered her shoulders. "Well, you're not wrong. Very well then, let us iron the final details of this arrangement."
"My body back now, and we can discuss from there."
"Hmm…how about this: twelve missions, no questions asked, and I swear on my status as a goddess to heal your body to your level of satisfaction."
"Same deal, only I can ask as many questions as I want to about whatever mission I'm about to go on."
"Same deal, only with fifteen missions."
"Twelve."
Amaterasu chuckled. "Okay then…twelve missions, unlimited questions, and after these twelve missions I will heal your body to your satisfaction. I swear this on my status as a goddess. Do we have an accord?"
"After these twelve missions and I have my body back, will you hold this over me as blackmail to ensure I do further interdimensional missions?"
"Aren't you the clever one…to make sure you keep your power…you'll have to do three more missions."
"Fine then. Twelve missions, unlimited questions, then you'll heal my body to my satisfaction, and I'll do three more missions to ensure you do not reverse your healing of my body. You swear this on your status as a goddess?"
"I swear this on my status as a goddess."
"Swear that if any demon, spirit, god or otherwise supernatural being attempts to stymie me, that you will come to my aid and stop them."
"I swear that on my status as a goddess."
Yes, Amaterasu knew very much that Izanagi was most likely going to be mad at her, as was Susano'o, but who cares? Things were getting a little boring, and watching one of the most powerful incarnations of Percy Jackson ever kick interdimensional rectum was just too good of an opportunity to pass up, especially with the additive of getting under Susano'o's skin.
"Then we have an accord," Shin'en intoned.
Amaterasu smiled. "Excellent. We can begin immediately."
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The demigod couldn't exactly say he was thrilled to be the Dimensional Hall after a flash of light, but he couldn't exactly say he was displeased to already be on the road to get his power back, either. Just like four years ago, everything was white with the exception of all the doors that lead to the various dimensions of the Shinto Multiverse. Amaterasu stood next to him, and suddenly everything was zooming past them as they ascended.
They came to a stop in front of a black door that had a plaque on it that read: Fairy Tail.
The door opened, and the goddess and the demigod entered. The colors inverted, with white turning black, and black turning white. Once more did the two zoom upwards past an ungodly number of doors that lead to so many different realities, before stopping at a white door that was marred by so many cracks and splinters.
"And what would be the problem with this particular dimension?"
"Acnologia," Amaterasu answered.
"Who?"
"The Black Dragon of the Apocalypse. The denizens of this world made a plan to destroy the dragon, the 400 Year Plan, which involved several dying dragons to be sealed into their respective adopted human children, making them Jinchuuriki of a sort, and then all of them were sent 400 hundred years into the future, where there was enough Ethernano around to empower the sealed dragons."
"Ethernano?"
"It's this world's version of chakra."
"Ah."
"Yes. During an event on the location of Tenrou Island, Acnologia came and fought the main characters of this world. Originally, there was an outside force that saved the characters from death vis Acnologia's attack, but in this dimension, this outside force was a little too slow in doing her thing, and the main characters all died."
"Tragic."
"Indeed. Beyond even that, however, the 400 Year Plan would have failed regardless, and Acnologia would go on to destroy everything…just because he felt like it."
"So my mission is to save these people?"
"And kill the dragon."
"And kill the dragon…how much power are we looking at?"
"It has been a long-standing debate among us gods that Acnologia could fight on par with Kurama."
"All of Kurama or just one half of Kurama?"
"Do you truly want to know?"
"I guess it wouldn't matter anyway. You said Tenrou Island, yes? Islands are surrounded by water, and water means home field advantage." Shin'en then grinned, a savage grin, a grin of one eager for battle. "Black Dragon of the Apocalypse? What an excellent opportunity for me to test out the power of Satori."
The Abyss grabbed the door handle and opened the splintered gateway, then he disappeared into the light. The door shut behind him.
Amaterasu conjured a tub of popcorn for herself, before teleporting herself through space and time to the Multiverse, where she proceeded to zoom past the rows of planets until she found the one she was looking for. She descended upon this Earth, invisible to all but other gods, and took a seat on some rocks.
She threw a handful of popcorn into her mouth, and watched as Acnologia drew in a massive amount of air for his Dragon's Roar. She swallowed and said to herself:
"This will be most entertaining."
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For those of you that have no idea what instance I'm talking about, go to YouTube, search 'Fairy Tail vs Acnologia,' and it will be the first video. Watch it and report back to this story. Thank you.
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The leading members of the Fairy Tail guild all clasped hands in a circle. Above them, the mighty Acnologia's mouth glowed with disastrous blue energy. They knew they were about to die, but they were all going to die together, and that was the important thing. As the Dragon prepared to wipe them out, they gave one last shout of unison.
"Back home to Fairy Tail!"
Acnologia reared back, the magic in his maw ready to be unleashed upon the world in a dazzling display of power of and destruction…and it would have, if not for several thin beams of light to come shooting out of nowhere, each one nailing Acnologia in the mouth.
The gathered magic prematurely detonated, and the sky lit up with azure light as Acnologia's technique literally blew up in his face. The entire sky disappeared in the light of a new sun, and the Knights on the inbound ships averted their eyes and clung to the railing as the incoming shockwaves tossed their ships about like ragdolls. On Tenrou Island, the gathered Fairies hunkered down, some screaming, all struggling not to get blown away in the sudden high-velocity winds. Zeref, who stood elsewhere to watch the end of the battle, had to bring a hand up to his face to shield himself from the power of the explosion.
The forces acting on the earth faded, everything coming back to a deceptive calm. Everyone looked up at the Black Dragon, and although he wasn't exactly an expressive creature, he seemed just as confused as everyone else…although his body was no worse for wear than when Fairy Tail launched their massive collaborative attack on him just minutes ago.
Talk about durability.
Natsu was the first to speak. "W-What the hell…just happened?"
"Because nothing says 'screw you' to a dragon better than holding hands in a circle."
Fairy Tail whipped around and saw a boy just a year or two older than Wendy, dressed in a black cloak with a red cloud motif, sitting on the rocks behind them, a cigarette in his mouth, and a black, metal staff held in his left hand, his right covered in bandages. His eyes were a strange red, with three black comma-like markings around the pupil.
He wasn't looking at them, he was looking up at Acnologia.
"Who the hell are you!?" Natsu raged.
"The guy that was pulled away from his picnic to save you."
The boy hopped down from the rock he was sitting on, landing with nary a bend in his knee. Then he began walking for the beach, skirting around the edge of the circle.
"Where do you think you're going?" Erza asked.
"To slay the dragon, duh."
Needless to say, Fairy Tail laid an egg after hearing that. They all exploded into protest, and the nearby Laxus' hand shot out to clamp down on the boy's shoulder before he could go any further…only for his hand to pass through the boy like he wasn't even there.
The Lightning Dragon Slayer's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "What the…?"
"It's adorable that you can't tell the difference between an illusion and the real thing."
Heads once more whipped around to where the voice came from, and they all saw the boy sitting on the rocks like he hadn't ever left. A few heads looked back around, and they didn't see the boy, even though he had just been standing there. Hell, they didn't see any footprints in the sand, either.
The boy was still eyeing Acnologia like a hawk.
"Who the hell are you!? Answer me dammit!" Natsu raged again.
"Fine, my name is Natsu Dragneel, and I have no respect for people that just saved my life."
"Hey!"
"Oh look, he's trying it attack."
That's when the members of Fairy Tail felt the humongous build-up of magic again, and they all whipped their gazes up to see Acnologia prepping another Dragon's Roar.
"By all means, hold hands again. Worked like a charm last time."
Fairy Tail didn't get to react, before so many things happened at once. One, the boy drew a sword from out of his staff faster than what most people saw. Two, he sliced upward. Three, the blade glowed brightly with something—presumably magic—and instantaneously elongated to several hundred feet. Four, Acnologia finished prepping his attack. Five, he barely twisted out of the way fast enough to avoid the sword. Six, he prematurely unleashed his Dragon's Roar. Seven, the destructive beam sailed far into the distance, and detonated in an explosion of blue energy.
It took all of three seconds for the shockwaves to wash over Tenrou Island, and it took another five seconds after that before the raging winds settled back down. Now Acnologia looked decidedly irritated, and the boy was standing on the beach, deep enough to where the incoming waves washed over his knees. His sword/staff was nowhere to be seen.
Acnologia looked down at the boy, his beady white eyes now showing an emotion: annoyance.
The shocks of the day weren't yet over, however, as the boy suddenly began convulsing, and his arms were torn from the inside, morphing into something demonic, while a mass of black feathers ripped themselves free of his back. His entire body underwent a hideous transformation, and when it was over, something that was not human stood tall on the beach.
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Shin'en did not have eyes in this form, but for a reason that could not be explained, he could see just fine, and what he saw in the water made him deadpan.
'I look retarded.'
He was huge, easily standing at a gargantuan fifty feet, with bulky, baboon-like legs, a spindly torso barely a yard in diameter, something that could be called a tail, trunk like arms that were long enough to reach to his feet, and his head…he didn't have a head, per se, so much as a mouth built into a bulb. He had a few molars in his wide mouth, but the main attraction here was the four tusks, two on each side of his mouth, sprouting from his upper jaw, that curved all the way down and around to the back of his head-bulb. From his head-bulb, two massive wings shot out, creating a wingspan bigger than this body was tall. His hands and feet were a light brown, tipped with savage claws, and the phalanges were long and spindly. To finish off the horrendous image, Shin'en's body was covered completely in black feathers.
'Still, despite this silly image, I can feel the power, the power of the Satori. I can even feel my other powers as well. I'm still seeing in the Sharingan's spectrum of light, I can still feel the power of the ocean I'm standing in, and I can still call upon my Dark Chakra. Beyond all of that, I can sense those things as well…the fear and the blood lust of the people around me, especially Acnologia's blood lust.
'I'll keep this simple: test out the powers of Satori, and after I feel satisfied with my findings, I'll end this. There's a Shadow Clone in the tree, ready to use Kura Okami, there's a Shadow Clone beneath the waves, ready to use the sword, and there's a final Shadow Clone, deeper in the ocean, ready to pull out the big guns if need be. And if all else fails, there's still Izanagi…okay dragon. Let's go.'
Satori roared, a terrible sound that cracked the earth and scared away the ocean. With a single flap of his mighty wings, Satori barreled straight into Acnologia's face, starting the battle with an uppercut that sent the Black Dragon soaring higher into the air.
When Acnologia flapped his wings and came to a stop, he almost seemed to be grinning.
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And we end with the dreaded cliffhanger. So, this is what most of this arc will look like. Amaterasu bringing Shin'en to various damaged dimensions, and the demigod fixing them. In this instance, Fairy Tail has some issues in the form of Acnologia.
Tell me, fans…does the Dragon King stand a chance against Shin'en, or does the Abyss have this in the bag?
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