This is a link to Aizen's place: ht tp s : / / discord . gg / DBvmPHagCc

I figure you don't need any advice for how to use that, right? I also figure you have probably seen that popping up EVERYWHERE in the Naruto and maybe other fanfiction categories, so you don't need me to advertise it for you much. Although… I do wonder if I should warn any who join through that of the "biological mother" thing…

Note to self: Maybe just have Kiba find out Naruto's name sooner next time… I mean, damn, man. You really had him be called stuff like "opponent" for so long? Omniscient POV only does so much, you know?

Now to Google what dafuq omniscient POV is. I read it in a fic called An Old Fox's New Tricks.


The coalescence of light was when Naruto knew he'd have to be mildly on guard, depending on what weapon it was that his opponent had been granted by 'God' or the church.

It was not Excalibur, of that he was sure of. He had rarely come across that sword ever since 'God' reforged it, but those few times he had seen it or been on the opposing end of it had taught him that whatever this was, it couldn't be it. Once 'God' reforged it, it went beyond what it originally was to the point where it almost had no human users anymore. Almost.

It was likely to be an imitation of those broken Excalibur pieces that had existed for a while. While those had been reforged into seven pieces by humans, 'God' had seen their usefulness. From his hands came imitations that, in their later iterations, were far better than the originals. The better the sword, the less likely they could find a user for it, so it was likely that this was one of the earlier iterations of the Excalibur fragment copies which, while less powerful, were more usable by warriors of the church.

Naruto didn't really get how it worked. What the requirement for using one was nor did he know if the swords possessed sentience.

What Naruto did know was that he really wanted to avoid the sword coming at his neck at FAR faster speeds than anything his opponent had shown before.

So he pulled the weapon he had stolen from his opponent earlier and then embedded into the ground. He used it to block the strike.

He wasn't quite sure why he was surprised when his oppon—Isaiah, he reminded himself, didn't have his new sword stop as both swords clashed. "Clashed" was definitely the wrong word to use as it went through the sword as quickly as it went through air.

It went through his neck equally fast.

Isaiah smiled, not feeling any resistance as it went through the heathen's neck.

And then his image disappeared.

He snarled. 'An afterimage,' he thought. He had come across those before.

As a kunai suddenly went through his head, his image faded away as well and he completed his thoughts: and he was capable of them as well.

He couldn't sense his opponent at all in the vicinity. He could be hiding behind any of the trees.

That didn't matter when, at his level of speed, he could check behind every single tree in the vicinity in less than a second.

If one were to be looking at the forest they were now in from above, they would see a white light blitz all over the area, keeping to trees within a certain radius while occasionally zigzagging to see if it could stop its prey from figuring out where it would look next.

As Isaiah was about to make his radius of search larger, he was about to pass by a tree when an arm just poked out from behind it at JUST the perfect time for him to be unable to avoid it. Perfectly leveled at his throat and clotheslining him quite harshly.

As he got back to his feet and zipped his way back to where he got clotheslined, his blood boiled as he heard his opponent laughing. Not any normal laughter like the laughter of people in public nor was it the polite laughter of nobles.

The man was basically bellowing his laughter, such was his amusement. In Isaiah's eyes, it was the uncivilised laughter of a heathen.

"I can't believe you fell for that," chuckled Naruto some more as he struggled to stop from just breaking down and laughing hard enough to have trouble breathing. "What's next, maybe I'll trip you?"

Isaiah saw red.

Naruto knew his opponent was a second away from breaking and just just attacking him wildly. So he'd let a clone guffaw over what had just happened, he was sure a bunch had probably seen it happen, anyway.

He figured since his opponent had given him his name, then he'd reciprocate. "Well, if I am going to be 'cursing your name in hell', I may as well tell you my name before you TRY to kill me. It's Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."

"I don't want your worthless name." Naruto's eye twitched in response to this. So much for his attempt at politeness, he supposed.

Right after seeing Naruto's eye twitch, Isaiah ran at him, the ground beneath him caving at each step.

And when two hands came out of the ground, he was ready for it, his memory of his opponent's words fresh. He wouldn't be tripped.

The sword in his hand cut through the hands coming out of the ground instantly, not even wondering when Naruto had someone else helping him in this fight.

Perhaps if he had looked back and noticed the cut off hands turn into smoke and the holes they had come from also spout out smoke, he would have learned just what was going on.

A kunai burning with azure flames met his sword.

His eyes widened in immense shock as the glowing blade in his hand didn't go through it.

His eyes widened even more as he realized an issue. He had trained his speed for years, but his arm just didn't have the strength needed to deal with suddenly being stopped by a kunai, especially when his entire body had the kind of momentum it did from the speeds he was going at. Even his last attempt at going into a two-handed grip failed and he felt his muscles fail him.

He felt his body's momentum carry him forward, his eyes having the level of perception needed to see it but his body being unable to do anything about it. He saw the recognition in his opponent's eyes.

He saw the man clench his other hand for a second, as if to contemplate whether to punch his approaching body.

Instead, Isaiah felt mild mercy as he avoided having his nose broken again. He did not look forward to having his sword fix that again.

Instead, Naruto just grabbed his incoming face as his legs left the ground, and flipped him into the ground on the other side of him.

Painful? Yes. But it was the lesser evil he'd have to deal with, in Isaiah's opinion.

He wouldn't know Naruto chose that option because he wasn't sure if a punch to the face when his face was coming at Naruto's fist at such speeds would have left him alive or not. Naruto wanted the guy alive.

Conscious, too. Couldn't dispense an ass beating properly if they didn't get to see you dismantle every one of their abilities.

Isaiah laid on the ground in disbelief.

Even at such speeds, he was being tracked.

"You already know I am stronger than you. Why would you try that?"

Now, Naruto meant to imply he was "better" when he said stronger.

As for what Isaiah heard? 'Of course. How ignorant of me. His strength is higher than mine so I mustn't challenge him there. I need to play to my strengths. I must win this with speed. He is not an immovable pillar I must move, he is simply a pillar I must chisel my way around before simply kicking it down.'

Yes, the warrior of the church turned "stronger" into a physical strength statement, not a general statement about who was better in battle.

He held his glowing sword tighter, feeling the world slow down and feeling it work on his wounds, mostly fastening the regeneration process there by enough times that it appeared that he had a healing factor. He would need a lot of food after this. Holy Power could only do so much for human wounds without proper guidance. As it was, it was likely going to take a toll on his body, he could already feel starvation at the edges of his focus on the battle.

Naruto watched as, one second there was a groaning guy on the ground, and the next second he was gone.

He looked around to see where Isaiah was before he heard a voice come from every direction.

"I now understand that beating you at strength was a fool's errand, but I have learned from my mistakes and shall take you down with speed."

Naruto facepalmed. "You KNOW that's not what I meant by me being stronger. You are messing with me, right!?"

Suddenly, he saw Isaiah in front of him. And behind him. And to his sides.

There were ten of the guy.

'My eyes are getting rusty.' At his prime in this world, he would have been able to keep track of the guy even without chakra enhancement. Or perhaps that had to do with the fact that he was a clone that just barely had enough chakra in him to avoid being crushed by the universe's rejection of his existence.

'Would it have killed him to form me with more chakra?'

Oh well, he'd just have to play with the cards he had been dealt. He sighed.

Isaiah smirked for a moment as he saw his opponent seemingly having trouble.

And then it almost seemed like his eyes glowed azure for a second before his eyes locked onto him instead of the afterimages, following him whenever he was in front of the heathen, and losing track of him when he was behind the blue-eyed man.

Perhaps his perception was great enough to keep up with him but his body was too slow? It would explain why he didn't turn his neck to look at him when Isaiah was behind him.

Feeling unnerved and still remembering how much the heathen's blows packed quite a great deal of force, he was understandably feeling unsure about starting close-ranged combat.

So he decided to utilize the only long-ranged attack of his sword that he had learned.

Feeling the minor amount of light element that he was born with, and the extra additional bit he had been granted due to his service to The Almighty over his life, he focused some of it into the sword, the blade accepting the energy readily, almost greedily as it tried to take more than he gave it.

' Enough!' he mentally commanded the blade. He was the master, not it.

Knowing the blade was charged up from external light power, he changed course right towards his opponent before suddenly stopping, the act of which created massive gusts of wind itself, but what he did next would easily make most forget about the gusts of wind.

His sword was pulled into the ground as he sliced it into the ground from behind and continued the sword slash until it exited the ground in front of him and continued going up until it pointed at the sky, a slash of white energy being left as a result of the sword's motion and additional light power, which flew towards the opponent, surely burning his sinful soul out of existence upon hitting him as it reached him at a speed far faster than Isaiah had ever been capable of so far in life.

But energy projectile attacks from the sword would always be faster than him. Because of how the sword was made, those projectiles were always faster than its wielder.

' Cut of Heaven's Judgement.' He was really failing with names for the attack, so that was what he was calling it mentally until he got a proper name for it.

He froze as he heard clapping.

"Well done, boy. I see you managed to learn that attack at quite a young age."

Turning around, his sword was stopped before he could even swing it, as a hand held his hand and, with a slight squeeze, threatened to crush it to the point that he'd be unable to wield his gift/sword with that hand.

Looking back at where the man originally was, he only saw a gap in the ground and trees in a straight line that went on for a kilometer or two with a width of about 5 centimeters; a result of his projectile sword attack.

There was a lack of blood as well. Which either pointed to his attack completely erasing his opponent from existence rather than cutting through him, an act he wasn't sure it was capable of considering his opponent's proven durability so far, or the heathen had managed to avoid the attack completely just before it got to him; a fact that he struggled to wrap his mind around.

The man had no presence—no strength that Isaiah could sense from him. How was he capable of doing this?

It wasn't anywhere near as good as the guy before you could manage, but he seemed to have a decent couple of years on you when it came to learning that move of yours. And it wasn't anywhere near what the completed, reforged Excalibur could do now, even when it was wielded by a user it barely accepted.

Growing desperate as the grip around his hand got tighter, Isaiah sent every bit of the light energy in his body into the sword in the hopes of doing something—anything.

The world slowed down more than it ever had before in the past as he had never dared to go this far with the weapon, but this, unfortunately, did nothing about the hand holding him that seemed unmoving, unbending, when he tried to brute force it.

Which was stupid really, as speed didn't really mean an increase in strength, but he could be forgiven for his lack of rationality at that moment.

And then, with a chill, he realised his opponent's eyes were still tracking him, instead of standing still like the rest of the world or just slowing down.

'Impossible!' At this speed, his slowed down perception was owed to how much energy he had put into his sword. Otherwise, he'd normally have to deal with its speed with his normal perception abilities. It took far too much for him to also have the sword slow down his perception normally, so he trained to make up for that with perception training as any way to increase the light energy in his body via training was unknown to him.

But how the FUCK could this "Naruto" keep up with his current speed? How were his perception abilities so high?

He had blitzed through ultimate-class devils with speed below this. They never saw him coming. And he preferred it that way, as their raw power could have allowed them to simply obliterate everything around them, killing him with such an act.

"Gah!" The sudden pain in his hand should not have been unexpected yet it was. He felt rather than saw his hand get crushed by the blond's crushing grip, the bones in it seemingly getting broken down to dust in some places with how hard the grip on his hand strengthened.

The pain was such that when Naruto let go of his hand, he didn't even consider grabbing his sword with his other hand as it fell from the crushed hand—the sword instantly losing most of its brightness as it left his grip. Then again, he didn't even consider using his other arm to help stop him from face planting into the ground as his legs failed him because of how intensely the pain he was feeling affected him.

"Wait. Did I mess up?" He heard.

"Yeah, I think you did." a similar voice replied.

"I was supposed to Rasengan him as my finishing move, wasn't I? Damn. Just so stupid of me," the first person (Naruto?) chastised himself.

"Yeps. You have been making that mistake a lot lately, boss."

It was silent for a moment.

"I got an idea."

"Boss, no. Your ideas don't end well."

"I am going to dispel you."

"No you won't."

"Are you challenging me?"

"I ate ramen before I came here. Dispelling me will just have that drop on the ground, wasted."

It was silent once more.

"Well played." Begrudging respect could be heard in his voice. "I am still ending this with a Rasengan, though. Am I even me if I end it without one? Or at least a Talk no Jutsu?"

Isaiah didn't know why, but that last thing sent shivers down his spine.

The second person (Naruto?) seemingly desperately said, "Well, do that, then!"

"Nopes." He popped the "P" while saying it. "I am doing a Rasengan and that's final."

Suddenly Isaiah's downed form heard some odd sound. He really couldn't find a way to describe it.

"Okay, but do you really have to make the Rasengan that slowly?"

"Yes, how else am I supposed to be dramatic?"

"Listen, boss, he doesn't look too good. I really don't think he could survive a Rasengan." Even as he was, Isaiah felt indignation that this other person felt the need to defend him.

"You kind of have a point there. He seems like the overzealous type. The kind of guy that would probably have yelled at you just for defending him. The fact that he hasn't means he is either unconscious or just way too beaten to be able to, and since I haven't Talk no Jutsu'd him, his spirit is probably still mostly unshaken," the one called "Boss" muttered.

"Unconscious or too beaten to do anything it is, then," the other agreed.

"Now, could you pick up that flashy sword of his?"

"Can't really call it flashy anymore now, can you?"

Wait… Flashy sword? It suddenly dawned on Isaiah's downed form just what they meant. What were they going to do to Prototype Remake: Excalibur Speed #6!?

"No. I refuse to help because I am pretty sure this is going to end badly."

"Fine, I'll just do it here. Felt like it was cooler if we propped it up somewhere, but oh well. Rasengan!" The hand holding the spiraling orb of chakra made it to the sword just an instant after the last of Isaiah's light energy did in the form of white fire, the downed fighter having mustered the last of his power and desperately sent it to do SOMETHING.

His Sacred Gear responded, creating a small blade specifically made to help with his burning desires. It took out everything his body had, every ounce of what made him count as a member of the supernatural, besides his Sacred Gear itself, and converted all of that into light energy as well, and sent it all in the form of burning light flames burning with the intensity of his desperation. The sword he wanted to protect greedily took what it could before an orb of chakra smashed into it, cracks quickly appearing on its surface.

Isaiah was already unconscious and could not bear witness to this, however, as the last sword his Sacred Gear made had taken far too much out of him.

And then the sword not only broke apart, but it exploded.

"The risk I took was calculated," he said as he stared at the burning forest in front of both of them.

She turned her head to stare at him in disbelief. How was this calculated!?

"But man am I bad at math," he continued.

They continued staring at the burning forest in front of them as the last vestiges of a purple wall of energy and the strong blue aura of chakra disappeared.

As she stared, disturbed, over the white flames consuming the forest in front of them—the back having been protected from flames currently due to their 'shields' having stopped the explosion from reaching there—Naruto slowly turned his head towards her, as if just noticing something about her, before his face grew confused and then disturbed.

"... Why did you transform into a woman in the middle of an explosion?"

As she opened her mouth to answer, he raised a hand to shut her up before speaking once more, "No, scratch that, why did you transform into a busty woman wearing just a bra and panties with that written over your breasts?" He pointed at her chest where the words "Sub4Name" were written.

As she looked down and noticed what he was pointing to, she chuckled nervously. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Oh do tell."

"Are you really about to act like you have the moral high ground when a huge part of this forest is burning down because of you?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes." Was the one word answer.

"What about the guy—what was his name… Isaiah! Yeah! He could be dead, you know."

"No he wouldn't. Light energy hasn't hurt his loyal followers in a long time ever since he tweaked it."

As if the universe was looking to comedically prove him wrong, they both saw a shining white sphere float a few feet above where Isaiah had last been seen by the both of them, before it suddenly rocketed into the sky.

His clone crossed her arms in triumph, as if her point was proven, which it was considering he had seen enough Sacred Gears go back to the Sacred Gear system to be recycled to know that that meant Isaiah was dead.

He gaped over the fact that the light energy had actually hurt AND killed the boy—and he certainly wasn't gaping because of what his clone crossing her arms did to her chest.

"But—But… How?"

"Fuck me if I know." The words hit harder considering her appearance.

Her words also brought his attention back to her, a fact that she realized as she instantly regretted speaking.

"His soul will go to Heaven, perhaps even a higher level of it than normal for souls considering his power and devotion. While I am sad and guilty over killing him, I know he is likely very happy in Heaven, so don't think for a second that I am forgetting about your thing." He glared at her.

"Now," he said, "what have you been up to during all this time?"

Well, she supposed she'd have to tell him, or else he'd just capture her and dispel her later.

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"I became a bathtub streamer."


I was going to continue writing this and 2.5k words were written.

I don't know how or what but at some point, I just really wanted the "The risk I took was calculated" meme… I had it written on my Discord place so yeah… It's also why the Naruto clone is female. I didn't want to change what I already had written on the Discord.

Like, I REALLY didn't want to change what was there. Probably delayed by minutes/hours or days idk just because of that.

Probably planned to bring some other woman but eventually just went the route of a clone being a bathtub streamer in its off time.

Still don't remember any plot I have for this fic besides one small thing to one character… So I'll somehow find a way to twist that in at some point.

Did I ever say my muse is memes? Because… uh… yeah. Too late to say it now or was it already obvious?

Unlike the other authors I know whose muse seems to be anger or self-hatred. Or being drunk.

That last one feels like a skill, I feel like, but I wouldn't know.

This is my first chronological fic. Do I feel nervous? Uh, I think I feel sleepy. Probably will feel nervous later lol.

Also, as for more reasons why this chapter sucks? Well, that's because I suck. Also because I thought it was supposed to end at 3k words when I found it at 2.5k words…

And I legit kind of may have killed Isaiah because I came across an annoying Tweet on Twitter from someone named Isaiah, I think. Yeah… I clearly showed them that I don't get annoyed easily..

Also… for those who still remember the top author note: I never did Google omniscient POV. I THINK.

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HOW DO I STILL SUCK AT POSTING HERE!?