I looked around the little training field, eyeing the others present with me. Shaak Ti looked, for all intents and purposes, wholly placid, eyes trained on me in an unremarkable manner. However, the air around her thrummed with the Force, and her hand loosely held onto her lightsaber hilt.
Muramasa was scowling, predictably enough. Being one of the only two (yet) immortals present in the clearing, I absently wondered it if had anything to do with that. He'd changed from the rags he wore previous to more suitable clothes, courtesy of my nearly endless pockets, but the garments suited him just as well. The kimono only had a left sleeve, much like the ninja attire of the Hidden Stone, but it was a placid green instead of maroon or brown. The pointer finger of his seal-tattooed hand tapped on the opposite elbow impatiently, as if he couldn't quite believe we were still talking about this.
The last person, the one whose entire worldview had probably just been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, sat on the ground staring off into the distance. Since he had killed so many ninjas in his bid to get to me, I simply opened up a Time-Space gate, and used the Speed-force to get to him on time, then brought him back here. The other two members of my clan were summoned immediately, in order to help me make sense of this mess.
Hidan was a maniac. A sexy and fun maniac, but a crazy zealot nonetheless. Beyond complete mental reconditioning, I honestly couldn't see much I could do to bring him over on to my side. The man was an S-ranked criminal for a reason – it spoke a lot that it was only due to the utter impossibility of him being dead and his unique sacrificial ritual; were the man to be a polished shinobi of Kakashi's caliber instead?
This whole episode did bring one thing into stark reality, for me – there were dangerous people out there. Hell, there were dangerous aliens out there, too, but I have been sitting on my ass and doing nothing about it. I erased Hidan's rampage at the village gates from existence because I knew about it, but… what was Kakuzu doing right now? Danzo is dead and gone, so is Nagato still fighting a war against Hanzo, or was he perverted into his twisted sense of superiority by some other means? Orochimaru is reformed, but what of Sasori?
What were Obito and Zetsu doing?
This… has gone on long enough.
I may not even be ten, yet, but I am more powerful than even Madara at his prime. Who needs Heaven Concealed when I have the variations of Cero at my fingertips? Who needs Great Fire Annihilation when I have Fiendfyre? Hell, I'm a powerful telepath! Coupled with blood-bending…
I don't know how I measure up against Dormammu, or other uber-powerful multiverse entities but… for right here, and right now… I was more than ready.
PING!
[Main Quest Alert!
Only One Path
You have a comprehensive recollection of every possible problem that can plague the Elemental Nations. Act on them.
Objectives
Eliminate the future Akatsuki members.
Eliminate Toneri, Kinshiki, Momoshiki, Jigen, and Jashin Ootsutsuki.
Bring hope to the scattered clans of the Uzushiogakure village.
Prepare for the worst.
Bonus Objectives
Do not directly kill your priority targets (0/18).
Rewards
1,000,000EXP, ?]
I accepted, of course. Doing this would make the world safer for everyone-
Hold up. Jashin is a-
[For formulating the bare bones of a plan, +1 to WIS!]
What…?
WHAT?
I navigated over to my character screen, and sure enough, my stat had risen by one.
But… but how?! I didn't purchase any perk that should allow me to do this at all! How is this suddenly possible-
Then it hit me.
"The 'Fruits of My Labor' perk…" I whispered, thinking back to the quest confirmation screen from killing Athena. Good god, it's so obvious, too! Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT!
I… I've unlocked the full potential as a gamer…
Fuck! I should have saved those stat points which I got after her battle so bad! With the [Time-Space Gate] and the Mirror Dimension at my disposal, I could have earned my way to the next prestige, and then the next, and then…
Ultimate power.
Nothing could stand in my way, then! Taking down Dormammu would be a cakewalk! Forget the Ootsutsuki, even greater powers would mean nothing to me! I don't know how many more prestige levels I can cross, but if I do so by using only my own self…
Things and creatures in the Mirror Dimension don't age. Theoretically, I know how the original gamer ground his stats – well, all except luck, which I have absolutely no idea about. Holy hell, this changes everything!
Woo! Athena's decision to try to coerce me into freeing her (I think?) has more than paid off the effort! Okay, celebratory gig! Shaak Ti and Muramasa both gave me disturbed looks as I wriggled in a circle. Behold, the Golden City is to be had! The secrets of the universe are mine!
"MuwuhahahahaHA!"
"Ahem." Shaak Ti coughed, making me freeze. "Legion, while I'm sure you have your reasons, I do believe we were doing something important." She gave me a disapproving look.
"You'd get along really swell with Minerva McGonagall." I waved her off. "Anyway, something has come up. I need to leave. As for Hidan, see if you can-"
"The last time you left when something 'came up', you ended up freeing and ending a deranged goddess, and then had me summoned to help. Muramasa-san also helped, if you'd recall." Shaak TI sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "Please give me one good reason why I can't leave a clone behind to take care of Naruto to come with you?"
"Um… because… I'm not going to kill anyone…?" I grimaced. "Besides, you're making it sound like I go looking for trouble. You know that's not true; things just tend to… blow up around me… metaphorically, I mean."
"Yeah… there's no way you're leaving us behind, brat." Muramasa huffed. "I promised Aoi oba-san that I'd take care of you, and I can't do that if you're not around."
"I can take care of myself." I insisted. "I did take down a deranged goddess, as your clan head just so eloquently put it. I've only gotten stronger since then."
"With our help." Shaak Ti shook her head. "Muramasa's barrier was the reason my lightning strike had enough power to weaken her enough to finish her off."
I had to concede to that. It was a bit odd how Athena just suddenly died after her strike like someone scripted the events or something. She was the final boss! It shouldn't have been that easy. Still left me irritated, though. "I'm not going to fight against armies of men on my own, you know; I'm just going to… to end of all threats I know of." I shrugged. "I've been sitting on comprehensive knowledge of the future for a long time. Time to put it to good use."
"Once this is done, the flow of time won't be able to be predicted, anymore." The Jedi Master reminded me. "You know the major players now – once they have been eliminated…"
Yeah. After every evil megalomaniac was dead, I wouldn't know what was going to happen next. But… "That's why I've gotten strong, you know. We both know there are more powerful beings out there, possibly even a handful that can wipe the floor with me with ease. Why should we split our attention? Athena could be just one of the many things that don't belong here. Why not take out the known quantities first?"
"Sounds like a sound plan to me." Muramasa shrugged. "With these future problems out of the way, you can focus on real ones."
I nodded.
"As you wish. I did decide to follow you, after all." The woman sighed. "But you can forget the idea that we won't be coming along – I won't stand for it."
I shrugged. "I can see when I'm losing an argument. Fine, come along. But there are some things I want to do first."
"Like deal with this psycho?" Muramasa huffed, gesturing towards Hidan, whose eyes were now locked on my form. "I still say end him. He can't remain alive when he's ashes and scattered into the wind."
"I agree. Not everyone can be saved. Sometimes, in taking a life we offer respite to several others." Shaak TI shrugged. "Is it morally reprehensible? Perhaps. Is it morally feasible? Yes."
I never did look into her personality much on the Star Wars wiki, so I wasn't very sure if this fit or not. I didn't dwell much on it – it helped that I agreed. But Hidan was so… "Alright, Hidan. You have two choices: one," I raised a finger to emphasize my point, "you keep to your ways, and I burn you to ash and scatter them into a far, far off place, or, two, you stick with me, try to curb your… tendencies and I let you go up against some of the strongest beings in the multiverse."
Hidan looked at me, that unnerving, uncharacteristic stare of his boring into my mismatched eyes.
"Or… you can stare at me and creep me out, that works too." I mumbled, shuddering. Something about that look made me very… bothered. "I'll talk to you when I get back. Stupefy."
Hidan's eyes widened before they rolled back into his head, then slumped back on the ground. A wave of my Marked hand saw him rise in the air, then be wrapped in thick coiling ropes.
"I think we have a little something to keep safe…" I murmured, then partially closed my hand. A swirling orb of purple formed within its grasp, humming with eldritch energies. When I cast the spell, it created a sphere of similar swirling color ahead of us, almost of a height of double a man. It soon vanished to reveal a red-skinned male, garbed in black armor gleaming with an eerie red light.
The Dremora looked upon me for a moment with the deepest contempt, before his eyes widened. Knowing very well what he saw, or rather, sensed, I simply spoke over him. "Keep this one safe. Do not venture out of the confines of this yard, and do not respond to him if he wakes." I turned around to gesture to my … teammates. "Oh wait, I can't believe I didn't think about this before. Create party."
PING!
[A party has been created! Please name the party.]
"Elemental Nations Peacekeeping Force."
[You have named your party, 'Elemental Nations Peacekeeping Force'. Party currently has 0 members.]
I turned to look at the other two fully, wanting to see their reactions. "Invite Shaak TI and Uzumaki Muramasa to party."
[There are no known individuals named 'Shaak Ti And Uzumaki Muramasa' in the immediate vicinity.]
I felt my eye twitching. "Invite Shaak Ti to party. Invite Uzumaki Muramasa to party."
The Togrutan, true to her unflappable nature, simply arched an eyebrow at the box in front of her. I felt my twitch intensify when I remembered that she knows. Ugh. Jedi and their damned Force visions.
Muramasa, too, reacted quite calmly to the floating message. He looked at it, then at me. "I assume this is your doing?"
I groaned exasperatedly. "Ugh, it's never going to be easy to surprise you two, is it?" The two exchanged an amused glance. I frowned but waved them on.
[Shaak Ti – Level 93
Race - Togrutan
Title - Sworn Second
HP - 10200
QI - 10200
RR - 99200
FO - 73800
CON - 102
STR - 502
AGL - 1007
INT - 922
WIS - 738
LCK - 100
Once a vaunted Master of the Jedi Order, Shaak Ti was defeated on Felucia by who was then Darth Vader's personal assassin. After somehow being transported to Hueco Mundo, she was rescued by the Gamer, and chose to follow him due to how she has seen he will affect realities.
Telepathy Bonus: Shaak Ti is currently amused by the Gamer's behavior.]
Rub it in, why don't you? And she had three energy gauges?!
Ugh, anyway, as for Muramasa…
[Muramasa Kaiza – Level 99
Race - Human (Immortal)
Title - Legendary Smith Protector
HP - 78300/78300
CP - 75200/75200
Constitution - 783
Strength - 846
Agility - 892
Intelligence - 752
Luck - 50
Wisdom - 910
?
Telepathy Bonus: He is currently intrigued by his stats listing.]
He was still a blank. Besides tossing aside 'Kaiza' and keeping 'Muramasa' as his first name, he hadn't told much of what he wanted. He didn't even reciprocate when I originally told him about my powers.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes, however, that he adored Tenten like no tomorrow. Anyway, he leveled up once, and earned ten points, compared to when I last saw him. Or, at least, he earned five and trained the rest… ugh, NPC stats could be so overpowered, man. I was I could do half of-
Wait.
Right here, in front of me, were two people with skills I needed to at least get a passing skill in. I had magic that allowed me to download skills… and a nifty other skill that allowed to teach, and upload skills.
Could… could it be possible…?
I closed the windows and readied my hands in front of me as if to type on a keyboard, opening up my Archive. Surprisingly enough, alongside the gigantic main screen, there were to tabs right up top. One for Shaak Ti, and one for Muramasa. How interesting.
I ignored the muttered "There's a skill even for that…?" from Muramasa and tapped on his icon.
I guess my Archive and System Menu interacted with each other more than just superficially because it opened up to a peculiar screen. The base tab showed his stats, the next showed his equipment and the last…
It showed his skills.
And woah, boy, what a list it was. Everything was mastered to level hundred, of course, God knew how long he had been alive. There were basic ninja arts in there, housekeeping and cooking and stuff, fighting styles… and my prize.
"Muramasa." I called out, pulling the man out from his exploration of his lesser system menu. "Please, come here for a minute. I need a favor."
The man arched a brow, but approached, no weariness visible in his posture at all, an easy grin on his face. "Yes, little god?"
I rolled my eyes but quickly schooled my face into a serious expression. "What I'm going to ask you is … I don't know if it's going to be offensive, but please bear with me." I took a deep breath. "I need certain skills I'm lacking to complete my quest in a very certain way. With every quest I receive, I also get an attached bonus objective, one or several. Completing them gives me extra experience, money, or other rewards."
He nodded, having already gotten a rough description of the system from me. Shaak Ti looked up from here she stood, face contemplative.
"I need your sealing knowledge for a plan of mine. I am willing to offer a skill in exchange." I backed out of his screen and quickly opened up my own, stepping away to let Muramasa take my place. "I haven't found a way to unlock magic in people, yet, but any skill that uses chakra or your individual physical or spiritual energies is yours."
He looked at the screen for one long moment scrolling through the rather long list. It was almost triple the size of his own, and for a moment I was horribly self-conscious. Here was someone, just, like, casually looking through a very detailed list about what I could do, my limits, everything. I wonder which one he would choose, though, oh wait!
"Um… you can skip over [Ninja Art: Chakra Manifestation], and [Ninja Art: Organic Shapeshifting]. I'm going to give those out to all trusted members of our clan as soon as I get my hands on a pure Uzumaki blood sample." I spoke, shifting my feet.
He froze for a moment, then scampered back up through the list. "You're planning to use this DNA changing technique, aren't you?" he accused, although his voice was a little shaky, who knew why.
I shrugged. "I don't know how many Uzumaki were wiped out during the Siege of the Hidden Whirlpool, but gathering scattered members isn't going to be enough to bring the clan back up to full strength – I don't want to insult the clan name by not restoring their former honor and glory. With a pure Uzumaki blood sample, I can use my talents to isolate what makes an Uzumaki one on the basic level and apply that therapy to others using the technique you pointed out. However, the new Uzumaki clan will also have those two techniques as clan techniques. I don't want to interfere with your DNA because of your immortality, but because you've taken on the Uzumaki name, you can have access to those techniques whenever. In fact, as a gesture of goodwill, I'll download – I mean transfer – those skills to you right now, along with the other one."
He made a strange noise. "You're going to remake the Uzumaki clan with each and every member having access to those techniques?"
"Sure." I nodded. "I did get one of them from the library itself, and the other… well… let's just say it was inspired by a clan member."
He shook his head. "I… no, I'm not thinking about this right now. Here, I want this one." He said, pointing.
Why would he want that one…? "Are you sure? I mean, you seem like the frontal combat type, so something like this…"
He shook his head. "That's just it. I'm not a frontal combat type. I'm a smith, first and foremost. It is only with my mastery of seals that I can be effective in combat. I know a lot of ninjutsu, but… something like this can be an ace I need when things get rough."
Wow, we're quite alike. "Alright then. Exchange of 3 skills for 1…" I ticked off the skills in question, "transfer initiated."
[Skill Upload Complete: 3 Successful.
Skill Download Complete: 1 Successful.]
PING!
[Due to an import, a skill has been created!
Master Seal-crafter (Passive) Lv MAX
You are a master of weaving chakra through the written word. Due to your proficiency, you are capable of assembling and disassembling a seal with a touch and chakra alone and require no time or materials to complete a seal. Due to the knowledge you possess of multiple languages, you are capable of working without recipes, simply commanding a seal into existence with the effect you have in mind.
Languages: Fire-country Japanese, Wind-country Arabic, Lightning-country Greek, Mist-country English, Rock-country Hindi, Whirlpool-country Mayan.
90% chance for seal's effects to be enhanced.]
Oh. My. God.
I ignored the momentarily blinding pain in my head and closed my eyes visualizing. Let's take this baby for a spin…
I brought my finger up to my right wrist and tapped it lightly. Letters seemed almost to explode outwards, emerging from my wrist and running throughout my body. I felt a little rasping disconnect with myself for the barest of moments, before a feeling of weakness overcame me for a minute. Then, slowly and with an uncomfortable burn, the letters condensed, receding, and forming a cilice-like tattoo around my right wrist.
PING!
[You have equipped an accessory!
Sealing Technique: Ten Otherworldly Coffins (Legendary)
Fueled by chakra and magic both, this seal uses a bastardized version of the Mirror-Dimension to create limited-in-scope recreations of the prisoner's most desired environments. Objects cannot be placed within. You may freely interact with the prisoners within.
Cages: EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY, EMPTY.]
That sorts out a future problem to handle. Excellent.
"This is…" I turned to look at Muramasa, who was half-sinking into his own shadow. "And…"
"Satisfied?" I preened. Kage Yosuru wouldn't have evolved as it did without Gamer shenanigans, I'm sure. "Anyway, Shaak Ti, you're up."
I transferred the two skills to her, along with my version of Pesquisa. Apparently it caused a light throb for them that persisted, though, so I was debating taking them along even as the Jedi used her new skill to shapeshift into her human form in truth. I helpfully removed the seal Tsunade applied, even as I kept its blueprint for later use. It was, after all, a derivation of the Kama.
"Alright, so, we're done here." I clapped my hands. "Daedra, remember my words, guard him with your life."
"Yes, God." The being spoke simply, staring at me with an unreadable expression. Hm…
I absently threw an illusion, muggle-repelling, and silencing charms over the field as the three of us left, plans swirling in my mind.
I quickly transferred the knowledge of flight to the other two and took to the air, making haste to the deserts north-east to the Land of Fire. When I was approximately in the middle of the vast sands, I created a twig using the [Arc of Embodiment] and set it on my palm.
"Point Me – Sasori of the Red Sands."
Sasori, at the moment, was whittling away at his masterpieces. He found it cathartic – even though he had created the best, it never hurt to have more of his pieces on hand, and it helped him immerse himself in something he loved doing all the same. It's not like time is a problem for him, anymore.
His eyes found themselves looking over his cavern as he instinctively worked, eventually landing on his prized piece, of a far larger level above them all. He still wasn't able to use the Kazekage's Iron Sand to the best of his abilities in life, his capability being only passable.
Being 'only passable' was something he abhorred. If he was content with being 'only passable', he wouldn't have advanced as far as he did. Why it was only when-
The cave around him rumbled, and he stilled. This part of the desert hadn't seen any earthquakes in… ever. Chakra strings quickly formed from the tips of his fingertips and joined themselves to many of the puppets around him, raising them in the air, while some remained on the ground to give him an element of surprise.
He looked up when a perfect square portion of the ceiling moved down, then slowly shifted to the side and remained there. Three people hovered in the gap, against the shining moonlight far, far above them. At the front seemed to be… a young boy. Astoundingly so, to have mastered the Tsuchikage's lightweight technique at such a young age. The woman on his left had a massive presence and held her posture as she knew it. Perhaps a bloodline of some sort… what a wonderful selection of bodies!
And the last… seemed familiar, somehow. Odd, since he had perfect recall. If he had seen this person anywhere in the past, he would know of it immediately.
"Sasori of the Red Sands…" the child called out, slowly lowering himself into the cavern. "I am Uzumaki Gundan of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, and I have come to you with an offer."
"Oh?" This he had to hear.
The child – Gundan – had the gall to smirk at him. "What if I told you that I could give you the knowledge necessary to take your art to an even higher level, provide you the tools and space necessary, and leave you in peace?"
Intriguing. "Make my art perfect? My art is eternal, everlasting. It is already perfect."
The boy touched down in front of him and studied him for a moment, while he did the same. Gundan had a startling resemblance to the Second Hokage, made even more prominent with the metal happuri he wore, but his eyes… such beauty…
Gundan raised his hand to his side, and, much to his surprise, a black mist seemed to appear from nowhere and condensed, condensed, until….
He offered the creation to him, and Sasori wasted not a moment in connecting a string to it and bringing it closer. He almost jerked in surprise, when, as soon as the string connected, he could see what it was seeing.
He didn't let his surprise and almost-incredulity show, looking towards Gundan instead. Interesting… very, very interesting.
"That is only a tiny, tiny part of what I can offer you." The boy smiled, and Sasori was almost struck with how warm that expression was. Why was he smiling that way at him? Why was he even affected by that smile? He had no human parts of himself to speak of – he was entirely a puppet, so why was his core overheating? "I know little about you, Sasori, but what I do know… it makes my heart clench. That," he gestured to what Sasori had now pulled to himself, held in a gentle grasp in his hand, "was just the fish-hook, I'll admit. But if you agree… I can fulfill one of your greatest desires."
Dread. Why was such a beautiful smile making him feel dread?
"How would you like to say 'Hello' to your parents?"
Kakuzu exited the bounty station near the edges of Rain Country with a displeased expression. Ever since Hanzo had begun his little war against this Akatsuki, the stations had been lacking in the funds required to pay him for his trophies. He had been told by a reliable source that this one had quite the amount on hand, but it seems that was not the case.
He'd deal with the rat later, but for then, he thought about returning back to Earth Country to track that strange creature that the Tsuchikage had put a bounty on. Apparently, it tried to mount an explosive of some sort in the village sewers but was able to sprout wings and flee when faced with ninja. Kakuzu, being a practical man, refused to believe it was a creature of any sort, but a ninja with a bloodline. After all, he hadn't seen or heard of any creatures such as the gold-armored, green-skinned, hulking thing. Besides, the existence of armor on the thing implied a higher intelligence than a label of 'creature' would imply.
"Kakuzu of the Hidden Waterfall."
The bearer of Jiongu looked up, to where the voice came from, to spot four silhouettes against the sky, who swiftly lowered themselves so darkness clouded their faces no longer. Two he could recognize almost instantly – he had, after all, skipped past Sasori's name in his Bingo Book far too many times to forget it. And the second… he had a history with.
He raised his hands up immediately, rage almost clouding his judgment. "Fire Style: Intelligent Hard Work."
The magnificent technique all but erupted from his hands in glee, hurrying on towards his target. A massive explosion occurred, setting the tops of the few trees surrounding them alight even though the air had to be quite humid.
Wait… the technique should have made contact further, not there! And…
The fire began to swirl, slowly shrinking, until he could see the four people behind it, completely unharmed and, perhaps more worrisome, not worried in the least. It was the small boy, he held what was now an orb the size of his head hovering above his palm, too bright to look at. It slowly dimmed down until the flames unwound and flickered above him in a small tongue. "Interesting… you don't need hand-seals… I wonder, did you relocate your fire-natured heart to your hand to ease the spiking of your chakra?"
Kakuzu's eyes widened.
"Regardless, that's not why we're here." The child shrugged. "I am Uzumaki Gundan, of the Hidden Leaf Village. Tell me, Kakuzu, if I were to give you ten million ryo per week, allow you to hunt bounties, and spar with you to refine your abilities… would you join me?"
Kakuzu thought about it for a moment, then lowered his hands.
"Alright, that makes…. what… four members that I've dealt with personally?" I muttered, ignoring the gaze of practically everyone around me, save for two. Orochimaru, Itachi, and Hidan are all back at home, Kakuzu and Sasori are here, and Deidara should still be too young and safe away in the Hidden Stone. That left… Nagato, Konan, Kisame, and Zetsu, not including Obito. So now… "We're heading to Rain next." I decided, turning to face everyone. "I'm going to ask you to refrain from killing anyone who isn't a bounty." I instructed Kakuzu, "and also not kill anyone solely for their Bloodline," I told Sasori, "because we're trying to raise the village, not raze it."
"The three of them have seen much." Shaak TI murmured, falling out of her trance. "But yes. It is as you predicted, the third one is alive."
"Excellent." I beamed. The Elemental Nations needed more people like Yahiko. "Does the Uzumaki still have his legs?"
"Yes." She nodded, then hesitated, "However… the girl. She's blind."
I blanked. "What?"
"She protected the Uzumaki from an explosion but took shrapnel to her face." She explained. "Her entire face is scarred, and she lost her vision, but she is otherwise well."
I frowned. Poor Konan… but, however unethical, this also gives us an in with them. "I don't like it, but we can use that. I can heal her to gain Nagato's trust. It will make the entire ordeal easier." I looked up from my hands, and gazed in the distance, towards Ame. "Not many ninjas. The bodies of Hanzo and his faction who died by his side are still there, but the three we're after are still not within the village walls." I frowned. "If Konan was blinded, I don't know much about the spare to predict how he'd try to throw a wrench in the future, but I do know the Uzumaki would have wanted to heal her post-haste. With his special situation… no, that particular power was only good for non-living things… I think? Ugh, I should have researched more about the Paths."
"The Paths… the Six Paths?" Sasori asked, looking for all the world to be unfazed. "The Uzumaki has the Rinnegan?"
"Implanted, but yes." I shrugged. "It's taking a toll on his body, and I want to find out why. In theory, it should only be his DNA, which I can change the eyes to match with, but if there is another factor, I need to understand it." I put forward, thinking of the arm made of Senju cells in my inventory. "What is it that I can do to make implantation easier? That is the question I want answered."
"Interesting." I was beginning to think Sasori would never stop using that word around me.
"Okay, if you two lovebirds are done?" I asked, throwing my head back to look at the two hostile-to-each-other-members of my group. Kakuzu and Muramasa barely broke the heated glaring match they were both in to even acknowledge my voice. "They're still at it, I see."
Shaak Ti simply sighed next to me.
I frowned, formulating a plan in my mind. I could go to Rain and take stock of the situation there before recruiting Nagato. If my conversation skills could convince even the vilest of people to reform, surely it would be easy to get Nagato to come home? Then, I need to go up to the moon to take care of that extra piece of crap, Toneri and the Tenseigan, then find the rest of the Ootsutsuki. Finally, I can return home and tie up loose ends by finding the Uzumaki and bringing them back to the village. And there, my quest is complete.
I stood and sighed, cracking my joints. Now the hard part… actually doing it.