Fun fact: I… sort of forgot what this story was about some months ago. So chapter 1 was half written with me knowing and the other half was me going "I don't know what past-me was going on about, but maybe I should guess and try to complete this chapter."

In other words… I don't know what I am doing. But that's not really a new thing now, is it? When do I ever know what I am doing.

But… yeah… I guess I'll be winging it?

Oh, and to the reviewer that said something about that Metatron fic, I feel odd. I feel offended as a fan of that fic because comparing my piece of trash fic to that in any situation is just not doing that fic a service. But I also feel very complimented, despite how offhandedly you said it. Like, I like that fic a lot so it's pretty cool, ya know?

Oh, for those who want to read a very cool fic—also known as the one I just mentioned—then check out a fic called Metatron Hold My Ramen, I Got This.

I hope I wrote its name right.

God I love Em-Dashes.

Uh, end of this thingy section?


"Avatar," came the greeting.

Well, didn't that just put him in a predicament? It called him by a title so he must call it by a title as well in return; for the badass points in this conversation, of course. 'Would "dragon" work?' Nah, that was just its race, not a title. Damn.

He knew its name, of course. Years spent trying to find it meant that he knew that; it's just that its title… was more than a mouthful.

Red Dragon Emperor? Maybe? Something seemed missing.

Whelps, time to improvise. It was very red in colour so…

"Great Red?"

Instantly, Naruto could tell his improvisation bore fruit.

"Oh. Why, yes, my grand visage must be one that could easily be mistaken for that of The Great Red, but do not be mistaken, I am not him. But I can easily understand how a being of my caliber could be mistaken for it." If that wasn't pride dripping from every word then Naruto wasn't blond.

'Man I wish I had red hair like mom.'

"I am one of the Two Heavenly Dragons! The Welsh Dragon, Ddraig!" Naruto was sure the opening of its wings was supposed to be intimidating or dramatic but he had a whole other thing going on in his mind.

'Welsh Dragon? I wasn't even close with my guess earlier…' Unless it had multiple titles, which actually wasn't all that unlikely, considering everyone and their grandmother seemed to be born with multiple titles here. Well, at least among the supernatural.

"Well, no wonder it was so difficult to get in here, this Sacred Gear was particularly well-defended and kept me out for longer than I expected. But, of course, a creature such as you would have a Sacred Gear built so securely." He played on its pride with no shame.

"But, of course," it proudly snorted some flames, "I am that which stole the principles of domination from God, of course he would have it designed differently."

Principles of domination? Well, he didn't quite know what that meant, but he did know what stealing meant. The idea that this dragon stole something from that stuffy old biblical 'God' amused him.

While he has heard rumours, he figured it was best to get his answers from the source. "So that's why he trapped you in here? A sort of prison where you 'repent' for your crimes of stealing from him?"

The roar of rage told Naruto much about its feelings on its sealing.

"No. Our sealing happened because our fight was interrupted and we grew angry because of it, attacking the Angels, the Fallen, and the Devils for it."

"We?" he questioned.

"My rival, my equal in the past and present, and who will one day be my inferior. A dragon I am proud and loathe to call my equal, the other to my title of being one of the Two Heavenly Dragons; Albion, the White Dragon."

'He could have just said that last part. I got so bored trying to go through all the pride stuff.'

And then he saw the dragon was about to continue. 'Whoops, I spoke too soon. Guess I'll have to go through more of that.'

"We were quite the pair. It started with his poison and my immunity to it, then it became my boosts versus his divides, my piercing abilities versus his ability to reflect them. Our battles, whether on ground or high in the skies, were the stuff of legends. Ah, those were the days." It reminisced fondly.

Naruto just blankly stared at the dragon. 'I can't tell if he has a crush on the other dragon or actually has a rivalry with it.'

It was silent for a moment as the dragon continued to think back to all the great battles it had in the past. Finally, it spoke once more, "But alas, the both of us could not continue to have what we wanted."

Oh, would he finally hear the tale of how it was captured?

"Albion and I fought for lifetimes of your kind, mountains erased, maps redrawn because of us, but it all came to an end when, one day, our battle took us to the battlefield of the war between the three Biblical Factions," it snarled at that last part, the memory of the day clearly not one it was fond of. "Even when we were tired, their armies were of no match to us, and we decimated many of them for daring to interrupt our fated battle."

The dragon missed the twitch on the human's face as it mentioned fate. "Even if the Devils and the Fallen were to combine their forces and have their leaders come at us, we would have won despite how tired we were. The same could not be said for the Angels and their, however."

The area around them heated up, flames bursting 'sky' high in response to its emotions. "He came at us with a power we may not have been able to match even at our peak, his rage showing with every blow sent our way." The dragon paused, seeming to struggle with whether it should continue or not.

Alas, continue it did. "What good are boosts when they'll never get you anywhere near the level of your opponent? What good is one's ability to pierce through things against an opponent durable enough to not be pierced?" It slammed its claws into the metaphorical ground of the area they were at in frustration.

"What good is speed against an opponent that can blast you before you can move to attack? What good are my wings against an opponent whose damned holy light can simply blow holes into? Flight was no option, and strength? Even less so."

Naruto simply just stared at the dragon, feeling sorry for it due to how pathetic it looked at that moment. And then it seemed to let off the dragon equivalent of a smirk. 'Well, it sure recovered fast.'

"But I must say, watching Albion get blown through a dozen mountains with light brighter than any of his abilities was very much worth the pain. For a dragon that prides himself on the majestic white colour of his, I am sure that was quite the blow to his ego." The dragon laughed.

Naruto, on the other hand, could only deadpan. "And this was when you two were sealed away?"

"Aye. With a simple flash of his power, we all burned." It seethed. "It took less than a second but I remember it quite well. I remember the world becoming all white as I sensed the remaining leftovers of the devil army being erased first, followed by the angels; hypocritical as always, that God." The hatred in its voice could almost be felt by Naruto. "My soul was sealed away in the aftermath along with my power. Now you know why I was sealed."

It was silent for a while after that, as the dragon simply decided to lay down, seemingly tired from recalling the day of its sealing.

There was one thing that bugged Naruto more than everything else, though. "Why would it be hypocritical for him to murder the Fallen?"

"In this context, I wasn't classifying the loyal and disloyal angels separately."

"Ah." Because what more could he say? This wasn't the first time he had heard of such bullshit happening from the leader of the Angels. Hell, it wouldn't even be the first time he had had to deal with such bullshit from the guy as well, at this point.

"Now leave. You now know how the Welsh Dragon Ddraig, stealer of the principles of domination and mocker of the infinite, was sealed."

Naruto stared at it in interest over something it said.

"Mocker of… Huh… I guess you really do learn something new every day," he muttered.

The dragon stared at him, feeling mildly curious over what had been muttered as it had not been able to hear it.

Suddenly, all the flames in the realm began to be pushed back by a purple aura.

"Avatar?" Wariness was strongly felt by the dragon.

The purple aura slowly twisted around Naruto, forming itself into some sort of shape. Ddraig already knew what it would make, though. He had been on the receiving end of this power before.

"How would you like to leave this place?"


(Next Day)

Naruto stared at himself in a mirror, making all kinds of faces and repeatedly squinting his eyes in particular.

'Day 9…something: I still haven't managed to miraculously unlock a hidden Dōjutsu that I am sure I have... I hope...'

Sighing, he left the bathroom, deciding that it was just going to be another day without a dōjutsu for him.

"I bet Sasuke would probably be on his 800th evolution of the Sharingan by now if this was him," he said to no-one in particular.

Walking out of the bathroom, past a brittle-looking gauntlet that had the barest hint of red to it, on the counter, he made for the kitchen. Turns out, he didn't need to, as someone walked out of it, handed him ramen, and then casually walked out.

Blinking in mild surprise, he realized he was finally being given a break as a clone, for once, actually boiled or microwaved some instant ramen and gave it to him instead of eating it all by itself. Which was the worst case scenario as Naruto would rather have a clone instantly disperse itself when made for the purpose of making and getting him some ramen than to actually eat it itself.

It didn't escape his attention that it didn't dispel itself. That was fine, he figured it earned whatever it was that it wanted, since it got him the instant ramen and spared him the 3 minutes wait.

He sat on a sofa, got the remote on it—which was actually a blessing as those things seemed to disappear the second he looked away—and turned on the TV, preparing to eat his ramen while having something to watch.

"We currently have no clue as to who or which group caused the greatest amount of littering in the past few decades in Kuoh yesterday." Naruto watched as it actually seemed mildly interesting considering nothing ever seemed to actually happen here on the news usually.

"Every piece of the trash found in Kuoh Park was a finished cup of instant ramen, all fro—" Naruto shut off the TV, eyes wide with a strand of ramen hanging from his mouth.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He totally forgot to take all of that with him after he freed the dragon in the perverted kid's Sacred Gear.

Tentatively, he turned on the TV to see if the topic would have changed to something different. "We recently got a call from someone who claims to have seen just who did all of this." Naruto swore.

He turned him back into an angel and this was how he was repaid?

"Issei Hyoudou, a student at Kuoh Academy, has come forth with some information." A brown-haired boy was shown on screen.

Oh… that wasn't the angel. Right, yeah, it made a bit more sense that the guy who thought his girlfriend was killed by Naruto would be the one to throw him to the wolves.

Some basic information about the kid was shown at the bottom of the screen and Naruto could not help the snort that came out, almost choking as a result of one of the very few things written to summarise the kid.

"High schooler, local pervert, and only child."

PFFFT.

No way was that middle part allowed. The kid must have annoyed someone pretty high up in the news industry to have that happen. Considering how perverted he seemed, Naruto guessed he did something perverted to or around one of the daughters of a higher up in the news industry and they took it personally; as they should.

In the span of a second, Naruto quickly finished all of his ramen before the kid on the screen could even begin to talk, the room suddenly full of clones without even a hand-sign as they all prepared to help him leave. He was well aware that he couldn't be here for a while, now that the kid would describe his physical appearance; and he wasn't quite feeling like staying under a Henge for long periods of time.

Collecting the few possessions that he wished to take with him from the clones, he kicked the door open, and promptly stared at it as it went flying out, completely broken from the hinges. Looking behind him, he was met with the gazes of many clones that all looked at him in disappointment.

Pointing at a random clone, he told it to fix it all, and then he scrambled out of the city.

Kuoh wouldn't know it, but the city lost almost all of the ramen in it that day, simply by sheer virtue of Naruto always carrying enough around to make it so that he always had over 90% of a city's supply of it. That's not to imply that he stole any from Kuoh itself, or course.

He wasn't exactly desperate for a supply of it.

He hadn't been that desperate in a while.


(Clone That Made Ramen and Didn't Dispel Earlier)

Carrying a gauntlet it had taken from its creator's current place of residence, it looked at the jewel on it, hoping to see some change in its colouring.

The Welsh Dragon and The White Dragon had a strong history together. Lifetimes of fighting back when they had bodies, and lifetimes of fighting through hosts; it reminded him and the boss of a certain other rivalry that transcended death and continued on through transmigrations. And if this was anything like that, then these two dragons should share a sort of intimate bond through their energy by now. Well, assuming this worked anything like chakra, which he wasn't fully certain of.

The residual energy of the dragon left in the empty gauntlet should be usable to find his rival. This was easier said than done, unfortunately, as he couldn't quite get the energy in it to act up, nor could he try to amplify it.

As usual, this universe ignored or/and tried to crush his chakra from existence. He couldn't get the gauntlet to react with his chakra, and he wasn't anywhere near proficient in anything besides chakra to bother trying.

In theory, he hoped that the closer he got to the opposing Sacred Gear of the former Boosted Gear, the more the gem on it would show a visual indication of his progress.

And as to why he thought he was close enough to the Divine Dividing that this method would work?

In history, Ddraig and Albion often had their wielders fight to the death. He had a theory that their rivalry was strong enough that it could even mess with the Sacred Gear system and allow the two to have users born relatively close to each other to heighten their chances of fighting naturally, even before having activated their gears.

Was this all an assumption largely based on the Indra and Asura rivalry, one based on chakra and not the energies used here, thus not being a good reference to use for such assumptions? Maybe. After all, their chakra transmigrants often did tend to seem to be born close enough to ensure they'd fight. But perhaps that was simply because the Senju and Uchiha were always roughly in the same area since both clans were founded…

The clone walked through the streets, avoiding attention from the busy people around it even with its get-up and the gauntlet it held. It went past a store with TVs on display, showing the news channel on each TV.

It stopped. Mechanically, it walked backwards and slowly looked towards the display as if in hopes it was imagining things. Alas, it was not to be, for on the TV was a sketch of a suspect—and who was the suspect, one might ask? Well, the clone heavily suspected them or the boss, considering the sketch had someone with three horizontal, symmetrical marks on each side of their face.

Eyes widening mildly in panic, it looked around to see if anyone on the street had noticed the startling similarity between the sketch on display on the TVs in the store, and him. Luckily, this was the beginning of an electronic era, those who weren't quickly making their way to their destinations because of a busy schedule were just busy looking at their phones. Not a single person bothered to look at him.

Did their dangerously high lack of awareness of their surroundings bother him? Just mildly.

It would have been a bit more than "mildly" if not for the fact that he knew almost all humans in this world lived in ignorance of what happened all around them by the supernatural. Ignorance by electronics? Why not, just add it to the list.

It did bring mild pride to him that even as a species that was mostly unaware of the supernatural, they were still the center of so much, and so many beings feared them despite their claims of superiority.

Whether by numbers, their sudden acceleration in scientific development, or both, humans were beings that the supernatural were slowly getting more and more wary of. Sure, they may not be the same humans as him, to the point where he was not even able to conceive with them like the supernatural could, but he still felt a bit of pride for his kinds' alternative-dimension-cousins-of-sorts.

Raising his hands for a hand sign to transform, he almost facepalmed upon the realisation that doing that out in the open among many people was a terrible idea. So much for mentally berating others for their lack of awareness.

He'd dispel if not for the gauntlet he held. It was no copy, unlike him.

Sighing, it thought, 'I guess to the nearest dark alleyway it is, then.' Never noticing the gem on the gauntlet flicker before turning a very bright green as he passed by a gawking girl with brown hair, golden-yellow eyes wearing glasses and a uniform.

He did, however, shiver and cover his crotch as he suddenly felt more violated than the time it occurred to him mid-fight in the Chūnin Exams that Neji was looking at his naked body as well when his Byakugan was active.


(Student Council)

"It was a pleasure meeting with you, Lord Metatron." She lowered her head mildly in subservience to the powerful being as he left the room with the two angels the Devil Faction had oh-so graciously given back to heaven as a peace offering to further lessen tension between the factions.

She sighed in relief as her devil instincts stopped insanely screaming at her to run and started screaming at her at a more manageable volume as the holy presence of the angel slowly dissipated.

Something felt wrong about it all to her.

Besides the fact that she just saw an angel throw down a smoke bomb to go away with two others of its kind. That would have felt more wrong if she hadn't seen him utilise the same method to appear here.

The first thing that felt wrong was that she could have sworn there were fallen angels in Kuoh, not regular angels. Secondly, every pure-blooded devil and their grandmother knew that God wanted them dead and would stop at almost nothing to have that happen. No mere offering of giving back his low-ranking angels alive would change that; and yet they had a ceasefire? She knew the Satans were not naïve; they wouldn't believe something like this would change anything, yet her sister still told her to return the angels in "hopes of further stabilising the cease-fire"?

The history books were of no use, despite how much the other devils her age believed in them. There were noticeable gaps in their contents, gaps she could not find answers to anywhere. A muscle in her face twitched as she grew more irritated thinking over this.

Sighing, she got up. She planned to see if there were any books that mentioned there being any means for fallen angels to return to their pure state.

She was going to leave the room as she had come to the meeting without any members of her peerage—a choice she was now sure was a correct one considering how badly her body reacted to the angel's holy aura when restrained—and thus she did not need to say any good-byes, nor did she have to explain herself when it came to why she was leaving.

Raising a trembling hand to the door, she paused to take a cursory look at the room behind her. To her surprise, she saw someone.

But of course she was off her game in her frazzled state, she chastised herself.

Rias had been silent the whole meeting. Sona had been understanding of why.

"Rias," she muttered, attempting to be regal about it even when only in the presence of her friend.

The redhead simply blankly stared into nothingness.

Sona grew worried and walked closer. "Rias?"

Her breathing was shallow enough that Sona would have had difficulty noticing it if not for the fact that her notoriously famous chest was somewhat wobbling to her breathing even now; she passively ignored the slight jealousy that spawned from the sight. It was a wonder how humans never found them—something she had pondered over ever since she read a book called Supernatural Creatures and How to Spot Them by The Whirlpool Fox, and she had come across the tip that mentioned certain races and how often their breasts jiggled for almost no reason, in some cases even just jiggling because of their heart beat.

Sona never managed to look at many things quite the same way after that. The author had an unpredictable mind.

She touched Rias's shoulder, standing in front of her in the process and angling herself so she could stare her in the eyes. "Rias?"

Her eyes may have met her friend's, but Sona was sure at that moment that her friend was not looking at her at all.

Rias could never look at her with those empty eyes.


(Naruto)

He'd fucked up.

Which… wasn't exactly all that uncommon, so perhaps he should be doing the opposite and say he DIDN'T fuck up whenever he did stuff right, instead.

He had been making his way out of Kuoh and happened to pass by an old, abandoned-by-the-looks-of-it church.

It turned out to not be all that abandoned when a man walked out.

And… well… stuff happened, the man may have tried to convert him to his religion, and he MAYYYY have grown enraged when Naruto tried to convert him to Pastafarianism instead.

It was bullshit, Naruto said, absolute bullshit. So these guys got to go around trying to convert people and expected them not to fight them, but the second one tries to convert one of them, it escalates into an altercation?

Just another reason to add to why he hated the creature these humans worshipped, he guessed.

If the 'god' could just stop thinking about genocides for one damn second, Naruto would have some hope for him. Instead, he appeared to be a lost cause so far.

So now here he was, dodging sword swipes that came at him at inhuman speeds. Inhuman in regards to the normal civilian humans of this world, of course. To him, this was just a casual game of "don't get your head cut off".

"Stand still, heathen!" Why did they always say that? Even if Naruto did almost consider doing that.

Instead, he simply smacked the flat of the sword coming at him so fast that it flew out of his opponent's grasp. His opponent stared at his empty hand in confusion, as if not able to comprehend what had just happened.

"So, listen, I am going to guess you are an expert at wielding a sword but not so good at hand-to-hand, so why don't you give up now?" He extended the offer to the guy. "Because everyone here seems to just put everything into a single skill instead of learning multiple things," he muttered to himself.

The guy slowly lowered his arm until it was simply hanging next to his side, and Naruto simply looked at him while he did so, mentally noting his features once more.

Blond hair, blue eyes, and an aura that gave Naruto pretty-boy feels.

Naruto instantly decided he disliked him for that. He also completely didn't realize the similarity in hair and eye colour between them.

"So you aren't just any random heathen," the guy muttered as he looked down in thought. "You must have been trained by your devil masters. They live here and I cannot sense the lord's touch on you as all pure humans have."

'Dude, if you knew just how much of him that touched me when I was bashing his face in some hundred years back…' He was smart enough not to vocalise that thought.

The guy slowly looked up at Naruto and their eyes met. Naruto saw no hint of defeat in his eyes. 'Damn, he's a hand to hand fighter as well or something?'

He raised his lowered arm once more and angled his hand in such a way that it looked like it was holding onto some invisible object. He was in a pose that would have only made sense if he was holding a sword that was going right through Naruto's face. As it was, there was no invisible sword in his hand nor did Naruto feel a hole in his face from said invisible sword.

'Unless it's intangible as well.' Naruto narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

And then, almost without any warning—if one ignored the fact that the guy actually posed beforehand—Naruto moved his head to the side, eyes wide in surprise as he barely avoided the sword that tried to pierce through his brain.

He wasn't allowed a moment to collect himself, however, as the sword that suddenly existed—'I FUCKING KNEW THERE WAS AN INTANGIBLE AND INVISIBLE SWORD!'—was swiped in an attempt to slice into his face from the side instead of just piercing all the way through it from the front.

Avoiding it with a duck, he realized his opponent was suddenly a lot faster than before. 'He was holding back?' Or perhaps the sword increased his speed? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing he had come across here.

He had to roll forwards on the ground to avoid getting cut once more, using the opportunity from said manoeuvre to kick his opponent in the chest from below, sending him flying away. 'Did he just get faster?' That was all that made sense because he couldn't have stopped the momentum of the sword from the attempt at cutting his face fast enough to swing downwards at him that quickly when he had crouched down.

Getting to his feet, he looked at where he had sent his opponent only to see no sign of him.

Looking quickly in every direction, he caught a glance of the man coming at him from behind with two—that's right, he somehow now had two!—swords, his speed noticeably faster than before.

It was all for naught, however, as his opponent quickly found out when Naruto casually avoided every one of his slashes, even having the gall to make exaggerated movements in some of his dodges instead of seeming to struggle even in the slightest.

'This isn't enough? Maybe I should try just a bit more.' And with that, the unknown opponent's speed TRIPLED.

Was Naruto surprised when this happened? Yes.

Did this stop Naruto from bitch-slapping him? Not at all.

The man saw stars and his vision went black for a moment as, without him even seeing what happened, he was blown away with a flaring pain on one side of his face.

While the man struggled to get past his disorientation, Naruto looked at the swords he had dropped when he got bitch-slapped.

'Where did the second one come from?' He looked at them in curiosity, touching them for a moment and feeling nothing odd. Looking at where he had first sent the opponent's original sword to, he was greeted with a sword laying in grass.

'Three swords? What, can he summon swords?'

Turning back to his opponent who slowly got up while groaning, Naruto wondered if he overdid it with the bitch-slap. 'Most things really are so fragile to me these days…'

"So, are you ready to give up now?" He already knew the answer to that, though. It was rarely ever that easy.

Naruto picked up one of the swords left behind by his opponent on the ground, and he readied himself for an assault from his opponent who might suddenly possess yet another sword. Considering he had somehow attacked him with a sword after Naruto had disarmed him before, Naruto wouldn't be too surprised if the guy had something similar to his storage seals for shuriken and kunai.

Naruto stared stupidly as the sword in his hand suddenly began to disappear. 'SO IT COULD TURN INVISIBLE AND INTANGIBLE!?'

He just clenched and unclenched his hand around the nonexistent sword handle, still stupidly staring at what was once there.

Moving his gaze from the—now gone—sword to his opponent, he found that the guy was glaring at him with such hate that Naruto wondered if he accidentally made him drop a bowl of ramen or something.

"Give up?" Something told Naruto that it wasn't a question despite how it sounded. "Give up!? How dare you insinuate that I would do something to shame the Lord. I am a faithful follower and will bring honour to his name!" He raised a hand and it began to shine brightly.

As the hand began to shine brighter, he punched the ground with it and it instantly lost all of its glow.

Naruto wanted to believe whatever he intended to do had failed, but he didn't think he was that lucky.

'Yups, there it is.' The ground around the man started glowing in a circle before it quickly spread until it covered the ground under and away from Naruto.

Now he could have simply escaped with his speed but he was curious how this would work. Not to mention that this wouldn't hurt his life, anyway. He figured he'd go with it and lull the man into a false sense of security. "Mercy?"

"Sword Birth!"

The glowing area shone brighter for just an instant before a deluge of blades seemed to 'grow' out of the ground at an exceedingly fast pace, swords of all kind 'growing' out of the ground with specks of light coming out of them until they almost made their way to the church; this was intentional.

Despite not having been a house of the lord's for a while and having been occupied by those filthy fallen angels and traitors of the church who were following them until he had just killed them minutes back, he had felt it to be a small disrespect to damage it unless ordered to or unless it was needed.

He slowly raised the hand he punched the ground with and the blades around him began to recede into the ground as he absorbed as much magic as he could from them. He didn't get anywhere near as much as he had used in making them, but there was no sense in being wasteful when he could be efficient.

The sight that awaited him as the blades fully receded pleased him.

The heathen laid on the ground in a puddle of his own blood, no doubt having been pierced an excessive number of times. Well, it was never excessive when it came to heathens.

Walking over to him, if only to make sure he wasn't one of those heathen freaks with regenerative abilities, he kicked the body so that it was face up, the faces of agony they had after he ended them often pleased him.

Except it was no agony that he saw on his face. It was satisfaction.

"Got you," he coughed out before he along with the puddle disappeared in smoke.

Eyes wide in shock, only reflexes managed to get him to turn around and form a sword in an attempt to block an attack, but his delayed reaction due to the surprise caused him to be just a tenth of a second too slow. He felt pain as a shallow, diagonal cut was formed all the way from his right shoulder to his hip.

In an attempt at retaliation, he quickly deformed the sword in his hand and reformed it into a sword made of white flames, the act seeming to be instantaneous with how fast it happened, and then he stabbed the sword into the ground, looking at the mocking blue eyes of his opponent before yelling, " Burst!"

The area blew up in holy fire.

Grass, trees, the church, nothing was left untouched by the fire, the man clearly having gained the single-minded determination to make sure his opponent died at all costs.

It took about half a minute before the spread of the fire stopped. It took another 10 seconds for it to all return to its source as its creator urged the unused—would-be wasted—magic to return to his somewhat tired form as he breathed harshly.

"You killed all of them?"

He was still alive!? He looked around, the act made easier both by the returning magic and the fact that the flames diminishing helped with visibility.

And, sure enough, there stood a man covered in azure flames on the remains of the burned church.

He held a sword that was made by his Sacred Gear, a fact that explained how he was cut from shoulder to hip.

But… he wasn't an amateur; he didn't leave swords around for enemies to use against him—well, unless it was intentional.

Deciding to test a theory, he willed the sword covered in azure flames to disappear.

It resisted his will. He couldn't even recognize it as a sword created from his Gear when he attempted to feel it via his Gear. He could only assume it had been snatched from the sea of swords he had created earlier.

"Answer me, boy." Naruto stared at him furiously. A clone had at one point hidden in the church and found many corpses, all of which seemed to have recently left the realm of life. Once the flames reached the church, the clone had allowed itself to burn and have its knowledge be shared with him, and so he had gone to the church during the holy fire attack that had been omnidirectional. If only so he could see some of the corpses be burnt away with his own eyes. Most were humans but he did see a single figure with wings. Perhaps there were other non-humans that he had missed.

He'd have saved the corpses but then he'd just be blamed for it when he returned them to their factions. That's what happened with the three sub-factions of the Biblical Faction, in his experience. Perhaps it was simply better to allow them to burn away.

Edo Tensei had made him quite distasteful of leaving most pieces of a corpse intact a long time ago, and the supernatural factions over the centuries had just made him even more paranoid with their various methods of corpse reanimations to methods that seemed to bring people back to life.

In short, he was… INCREDIBLY displeased to know just what the boy had done just before Naruto had come across him.

With the kid's attitude and his experiences with warriors of the church in the past, Naruto could guess that no mercy was allowed nor were there any words to be shared with the recently dead people when he came across them or found them.

As the boy stared defiantly at him, Naruto growled, "So be it, then. Let's have it your way."

The boy's eyes went wide as Naruto was suddenly RIGHT in his face.

Shocked enough that he didn't even think to make a sword and just tried to punch or push him away.

The second he tried to, Naruto was suddenly gone from his sight. He wasn't even allowed to have a moment of realisation and panic over this as he was kicked in the back hard enough to find his world flipping dozens of times before he hit the ground, dragging across it before trying to scurry to his feet as fast as he could only to find Naruto already there, both waiting for him and glaring at him.

It was said that will, dreams, and devotion to the lord were what could be used to power most Sacred Gears to their max.

Well, his will to not die along with his will and dream to stay alive to keep serving the lord should have created an almighty sword unlike no other besides those created by the Lord.

The sword, while GLORIOUS to his eyes, was punched through the flat of it near the base.

His disbelieving eyes stared as his most glorious creation was PUNCHED and broken. He held the hilt loosely as his eyes tracked the glowing-with-holy-power blade fall to the ground.

He wasn't allowed to witness it touch the ground as his opponent used the sword made by HIS Gear, and hit him with the flat of it hard enough to break his nose and send him flying through an unknown number of trees.

As the world slowly stopped blurring past him at incredible speeds, he planned to get up the second his body's velocity lowered to a more manageable level.

He almost felt his back break when he was, instead, stopped by his opponent having predicted his trajectory, and then having stabbed the mass-produced Sacred Gear sword into the ground with the dull side facing his fast-arriving body.

He felt his body make a "U" shape as his back struggled not to break when against the immense forces acting on it: his velocity versus the dull side of a sword embedded deep into the ground to the point that it didn't budge as his body hit it.

The world went black for a while, the pain in his body coupled with the difficulty in breathing from his broken nose being quite problematic for him.

When he came back to a questionable amount of consciousness, it was to his opponent coldly staring down at his almost broken form.

Coughing and wheezing, his hand slowly moved to his crucifix. If he could reach that, he could still win this.

The goal was to be stealthy so his opponent wouldn't realize what he was doing with his hand. But…

He looked as his opponent's eyes flickered from his face to the hand that should have been disguised from his eyes as it slowly moved up. Then they flickered back to his face.

He felt rage. The man knew. He wasn't sure how, exactly, but somehow he was sure the man knew what the crucifix was, and yet he was allowing him to go through with it. The condescending feeling he got from the man made his blood boil.

As if he was saying that nothing he did would equalise the playing field. Such ARROGANCE.

"Go on. Get that little sword of yours."

He stopped all attempts at disguising it and just had his hand go to the crucifix around his neck as fast as he could.

And then he ripped it.

The white that followed was oh-so familiar to him.

The white that followed was oh-so disappointing to Naruto.

"Know the name of your killer when you burn in hell: Curse upon the name Isaiah!"


AN?:

I kind of forgot how to write these but I ain't looking at my other chapter for help.

So, uh, it wasn't supposed to end there exactly. But then I realized I went from 5.5k to 6.6k, and I was like, "Naaah, that's it." Because I normally do 3k word chapters, you know? That 40k word chapter I once did being an odd and terrible exception.

So, yeah, I am terrible with pacings and blah, blah, blah. Kept slowing and going fast. I should work on that someday…

BUT NOT TODAY HAHA!

Uh. So the ending sucks because I basically went, "Oh, it's over 6k words? End it in 30 words." Yeah, I have no shame sometimes.

Now to check this with Grammarly on phone and hate myself.

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Nevermind. I hate myself and it. It's so glitched that I think I just added mistakes to the chapter by trying to fix it with Grammarly.

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On the fanfic app pre-posting now. How am I still so terrible at posting? I have probably taken 30 minutes now. Then again, I am roughly terrible at everything, so it makes sense.