Ok, so a quick AN/ regarding this review because it really does rustle my jimmies a bit when people don't know their shit. And decide to shit post.
"Guest post: Ok story but seriously needs work. Sealing the bujuu in her would kill her in a few days. The ammount of chakra that would fill her coils even with the tail beats doing thier beat not to hurt her would blow out her coils. Naruto could take it if it was one at a time with a year apart spread. That is why (ALL but Uzumakis) had the bujuu seals in them when they were under a year old. So the coils could strench to take the stress. By that point naruto would look to be about 20-25 so no school student for him. Why would he just let himself be kicked out of his world. That makes Zero sense."
Ok so your first mistake is in your lore department, in cannon becoming a jinchūriki is not fatal for anyone other than infants, Killer B was five when he became one, and Yugito Nii was two. Han, Roshi, and Utakata were all fairly young. They do not mention the exact dates. Fu was likely around four to seven. Also, there is Madara and Obito. You can't say they don't count either.
Second Naruto shared chakra with all the Tailed beasts from one to nine all at once, during battle in the war. So this too is false.
Third is Naruto and Sarada are both perpetually young immortals, they don't age unless they want to. Also Beacon is like a collage. So yes, they could still go. It's not a high school. And A license is mandatory to be a Huntsman so they have to go, anyway.
Fourth is the reason he would willingly leave is to save lives, I thought it was blatantly clear that he left because of the political pressures. As in just the mere threat of war on the Leaf and Uzu is more than enough of a deterrent. He is immortal, not omniscient. He can't be everywhere at once.
That said, thanks to everyone else who reviewed.
Chapter 35: Incarnation 2
His blood boiled, his heart sang with his excitement. The joy of battle there was nothing like it, truly there was no greater feeling than the revelry of battle. 'Yes, yes, yes,' Madara thought, as he slid down an extended branch. Leaping high in the air above the horde, his hands blurred through seals. A mad grin of excitement on his face. 'Prove you are worthy of me, of my full effort!' he brought his hand up to his mouth and exhaled a mighty torrent of fire in the shape of a dragon. 'Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu,' the shambling horde made no effort to avoid the blaze, in the slightest. Allowing themselves to be consumed utterly.
Landing on the charred and cracked earth, Madara did not relent in his assault. Battering aside the nearest brute with a wooden tendril. He was the center of the storm, constantly moving ever forward. Crushing all that stood in his way.
With sickle in one hand and Gunbai in the other he was a true terror, crimson eyes seeing all. This was it, the thrill of battle that he yearned for. The roar of a charging brute answered his challenge. With a loping stride, it took the lead with a lunging charge. Sliding under the charging brute. He hooked his sickle in its soft underbelly. Splitting it open from stem to stern. Staining his blade black with ichor, it shuddered, taking a few more steps then it collapsed. The viscera that were its organs spilling out.
Madara cared not for its fallen form, striding ever deeper into the horde, carving a bloody path. From its cooling corpse bubbled up something altogether different from what came before it. Growing to a massive size in seconds. Its form reminiscent of the alphas he had taken down with contemptuous ease. The biggest difference was the massive spiked bone protrusions that covered its back and forearms. Along with a long dagger like prehensile tail.
It roared in challenge at the ancient shinobi. It was not the only one to challenge him. A massive tentacle burst from the ground at his feet, forcing him back as a hulking armoured figure burst from the bubbling pits on stubby legs, with two massive spiked fists bursting from its biomass. It was a sight to behold. As it roared its defiant mad challenge.
Caught between the two monsters, Madara smiled. "Come, you little worms prove you are worthy!" eyes bleeding into the brilliance of the eternal kaleidoscope. If only for a moment.
The sound of a thousand birds filled the air. Like a thunderbolt, Kakashi struck true with his left hand clad in purple lightning, his famed chakra sabre in his right. His hand clad in his signature Chidori Shiden. Piercing the monster center mass right through where its heart would be. Kakashi lept from the monster's back, lashing out with an ultra quick swipe of his blade. An arc of purple lightning lanced out, decapitating the foul beast out right. Its massive lumbering form slumped over, unable to support itself any longer.
Roots like massive grasping tentacles bound the spiked Alpha. Encasing it, wrapping around it and crushing it out right. Its bloody ichor seeping through the tightly bound bramble.
Madara looked at the pair of monsters. His eye did a convulsive twitch in annoyance. He wasn't angry that Hashirama and the Scarecrow had stolen his kill. No sir, definitely not angry. And if his eyes flashed purple, that was surely a trick of the eye. Surely there had to be other worthy enemies. He glanced around. No, no, there was not, not with Obito making quick work of the remaining horde. The shambling horde was not worth mentioning. And dared not to approach them now.
He sighed in defeat. Gaara could handle them with ease. Even now the ground rumbled with the tides of sand encircling their position.
There was a rumbling that came from the first and tallest tower. It immediately caught their attention. None more than Madara, whose crimson gaze was locked on the base of the cursed obelisk.
The once writhing pools of inky black were now an eerie tranquil calm… not so much as a single ripple disturbed that morass.
"Get ready Hashirama," Madara warned. "You to Obito, Scarecrow. Something is coming."
Just as he said, something came out of those bracken pools. Slowly, inexorably, it arose. Its muscular form, Humanoid, was genderless. Practically its entire body a ghastly stark white. Save for its fingers and toes. Those were stained the color of rotted black blood. A wide, wicked grin graced its face, a maw full of teeth and malice. With four blackened pits for eyes that glowed an ominous red at the center. Three on one side of its face.
It strode forward, a group of those spiked hunters coming up from the mire behind it, Arms wide, confident.
Madara was the first to act. The very second it stepped onto land, he was upon the creature. Swinging his sickle with deadly intent. It was too slow to act. Just a step too slow to defend itself. Yet despite its inattention. The keen edge of his sickle failed. Shattering against corrupted flesh like so much glass. It should be an impossibility that a blade such as his would falter. A blade forged by the best smiths in all of Tetsu no Kuni. skilled in making chakra forged blades. And yet it had shattered utterly. "Oh, dear." as the beast wound up for a blow. He knew this was going to hurt.
Crimson eyes took in all. Every detail, his eyes flooding with power. Their form shifted to that of the eternal kaleidoscope, The Eternal Mangekyo. The ribs of the Susanoo rapidly formed a vital defence, with no time for a full manifestation it was not enough. Just a delaying tactic at best. One that would buy him a second. Crimson bled into purple, but it was too late.
Cutting through the Susanoo like it was not even there. The monster had driven its hand through the shinobi's chest. And yet strangely, he felt no pain. What he felt, however, was the hand resting on his back. "Ma ma, this reminds me of that time in Tsuchi no Kuni." Kakashi, his would be savour said, with his trademark eye smile and twin crimson orbs of the Mangekyo on full display.
Madara grinned at the reminder, 'Tsuchi no Kuni indeed.' Madara wryly thought. Kakashi's sense of amusement was not lost on him. 'Onoki would roll over in his grave if he saw this.'
Clipping his gunbai to his back and abandoning his sickle, his hands blurred. It was three simple hand signs, Rat → Boar → Snake, all made in a fraction of a second. Without a moment's delay he unleashed the cone of annihilation contained within his hands, Jinton: Genkai Hakuri no Jutsu. The cone of pure destruction lanced out, expanding rapidly to annihilate everything within its path. Utterly scouring the monster from the face of the earth.
As The pair lept back, seamlessly slipping through more of those spawning creatures and the monsters that pounced. Attempting to maul the pair through the quickly dissolving Susanoo. It was thanks to the shared power of the Kamui Kakashi and Obito had. That this was even possible.
"As one of the War paths summoned It's about time you get serious, don't you think?" Kakashi said idly.
Madara sighed. The Scarecrow couldn't be more right in his assessment. His smile vanished. "Yes, you're quite right it is about time I take things more seriously." His attention, however, was on the two figures that rose from the still waters around the second and third towers. The first to rise was a towering figure. Its face seemed to have what looked like wings growing out of where its eyes would be. It Bore a long sword strapped to its wrist and a massive golden disk at its back.
The other looked to be a cross between dragon and man, its hunched form standing over eight feet tall with scaled skin as black as pitch. Massive wings folded and resting at its back. With clawed hands and a long prehensile tail ending in a scorpion's stinger. Its head was like that of a corrupted knight's helm. As black as the scales on its body. A maw full of dagger-like teeth were visible just beneath that helm.
The earth where the first monster once stood rippled like water. And from it emerged that same monster, not so much as a scratch, adorned its flawless white skin.
"It seems like it's going to be a long night." Madara said, as another form pulled itself from the inky black beneath the fourth pillar.
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The crimson gaze of a clone looked upon the battle that was progressing down below. Its eyes directly linked to the six paths. Taking up monitoring the battle from an Overwatch position in place of the original, while the original and Mito worked on a solution to the problem.
Steadfastly, they worked on deliberating on a solution to the problem. "How about we use a Chibaku-" Naruto began, but cut himself off ending that line of thought, "no that won't work ideally we want to separate the souls of the victims from whatever this is not seal them off forever."
"And we can't use a seal like Yashiro no Fūin was used on Moryo for obvious reasons. Not unless you want to share head space with more than a thousand souls." Mito added, offhandedly.
Naruto grimaced. Yeah, that was a no go right there. He already had to share headspace with the Biju. he did not want to share with well over a thousand souls. If he did not go insane within the first month of such an attempt. It would be a miracle.
It became increasingly clear as the pair went back and forth, discarding seal after seal. That what they would have to do would have to be a whole new Seal., something best not done ad hoc and in the field.
"Hm, perhaps we can…" Naruto murmured, a spark of inspiration clear in his eyes. Mito paused in her work, seeing the look of inspiration on Naruto's face.
"Would you care to explain what is going on in that clever head of yours, grandson?"
"Ah, well, there was this Leaf Nuke-Nin, total bastard. But he had this Fuinjutsu that could rip someone's soul out." Naruto explained, "it looked like this." he said drawing out the seal in question.
"Then there is Fūinjutsu: Genryū Kyūfūjin that was used with the Demonic statue of the outer path. And the Demon sealing chains." He added, drawing out their formulas as well.
With a look of understanding, Mito caught on to his train of thought. "Better yet, we can use the Uzumaki sealing formula as a base for all of it. And my Kongō Fūsa in concert with the demon sealing chains and the Kokusen to amplify the effect. But we'll need a lot of Chakra for this grandson."
"Yeah, it'll have to be Senjutsu chakra. I don't want to even think about how bad this could go if we used Biju chakra."
Mito paled. Yes, they most certainly did not need this highly volatile, experimental, untested seal going rogue and doing something like rendering the entire continent nothing more than soulless husks. She already had a poor experience when trying to learn the Hiraishin after becoming a host for Kurama. The accidental teleportation to the land of Iron was embarrassing. The trek back with an armed escort was worse once things were properly explained. After that she gave it up as a bad job and shelved learning it until her chakra settled into an equilibrium with Kurama's own.
"Yes, let's not kill everyone."
It was with a thought that six more clones were summoned and set about gathering nature chakra for the long task ahead of them. While Naruto and Mito began the arduous task of deconstructing several complex sealing methods. So that they may bring an end to this long night.
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As Cinder trained in using her new power with Senka, the little psycho, she ducked under the little minx's blade as she struck out with both of her blades. Swiping at her midsection. But the girl was good, fantastic even. Slipping past each and everyone of her blows like water. As if it was a dance, she fought with a fluid grace and flexibility bordering on the impossible. Bending backwards at a thirty-degree angle to avoid her strike. Flowing into a handstand, her foot connecting harshly with Cinders chin. Her teeth clacked together painfully in her jaw. It only served to make her want to score at least one good hit. Just one. That was all she needed. And the smaller girl knew it too. Cinder staggered back, wiping the blood from her jaw. As Senka bounded back to her feet, that same devilish smile on her face. As soon as she was back on her feet, Senka had already launched five shuriken. Immediately, Cinder moved, jumping out of their intended path.
Once more she heard a sound she was beginning to dread. The clack, clack, clack of thrown weapons ricocheting off each other, altering their flight paths. With deadly accuracy and intent. Catching a glint of metal in her peripheral vision, she stepped back to avoid the blade that would have caught her in the throat. And right into the wire trap that had been laid during their spar. And once more Cinder found herself bound in another wire trap. Once more, the little imp had the temerity to chide her on her lack of attention.
"You know, if I were serious then, I would never have given you a chance. You'd just be..." she trailed off at the end, tilting her head to the side. Giving Cinder the sense that she was being analyzed by a very curious predator. "You really should pay attention. I made this one really easy to spot too."
Bound as she was, all Cinder could do was silently take the criticism. Head bowed in defeat. Her heart was not in it today, and to be fair, she hadn't been on her game since she found out about Mercury's betrayal. To her, he was family. She loved him like the brother she never had, just as Emerald was the little sister she would die for. And did Mercury not prove his loyalty? Did he not kill his father to save her own life? Prove that he belonged?
All her plans, all her schemes, meant nothing. Without family, she was nothing.
With a sigh, Senka cut her down. "Hey look, how about we call it for today? We can pick back up tomorrow."
With a sigh of her own while working out the knots in her shoulders, Cinder nodded, "yeah, thanks, same time?"
Giving her a sunny, toothy smile, Senka nodded. "Of course, see you then." The energetic care free girl left Cinder alone in their impromptu sparring room.
Cinder sighed, running a hand through her hair. Leaning against and sliding down the wall. Never in her life had she been so indecisive. Mercury was family. But what he did, Drugging her with whatever that was. It had been suppressing a part of her she only now had begun to tap into. And that was unforgivable. He was crippling, poisoning her, killing her, suppressing half of her very soul. Knowingly or not, he was at the very least complicit in that. And for what? Was it to force her acceptance of the maiden power? Was it a part of Salem's plan? Did he ingratiate himself just to make sure Salem's 'toy' danced to her fiddle and no one else's?
Worse than that were the dreams, no memories. Of two very different lives, one with a loving mother in a peaceful village. Until tragedy struck. And the other was hell. It was not unkind to say she was a slave. Until she snapped. Until all she desired was power. Power, to never be weak, power to never be alone again. But that in of itself was a contradiction. It brought up so many questions, like who was Rhodes. Why would she kill him?
If there was one thing she was sure about. It was that she would follow her gut instinct. Let this play out. She would follow Salem's plan for now and feign ignorance to Mercury's betrayal until the time was right. Until she could find out why. As long as Polaris was on her side, she could wait, she could play this game.
Just as she thought about said kitsune, Polaris's thoughts echoed in her mind, comforting her, bolstering her resolve 'Never doubt your instincts and know this, just as Kurama is bound to father and loyal to him, their fates forever tied. I am forever bound to you. Your fate is mine as well. I shall endeavor to keep you safe always.'
In the end, with a sigh, Cinder got up from her spot on the floor. Comforted and her resolve bolstered by Polaris's solemn vow. She left the room and her eyes seemed to flicker with a golden orange glow. If only for a moment. 'Whatever happens I will see this through to the end.' she resolved. 'No matter what!'
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Winter took an instinctive step back. Her saber gripped tight in a white knuckled grip. When kitsune and Ryu bled from the inky shadows cast by that unassuming light post. Something in her irrational hindbrain screaming at her to run, run far, far away, and hide. To never let this man take her alive.
That hair, those eyes scarlet like the color of freshly spilt blood. They were so cold. The eyes of a killer. It sent a chill down her back. She fought hard-wired instincts to run, to flee. With a hard won determination. And years of rigorous training. It was a battle she won only just.
She dare not blink when he spoke, dare not breathe. Her heart was pounding a steady, frantic beat in her chest.
"So you have been looking for us?"
Under the weight of his stare, it took her a moment to respond. Failing to keep her voice from quavering "Y-yes. General Ironwood asked for us to make contact and give you this." what she removed from her pocket was the latest in Atlas telecommunication devices. The latest model scroll. One that was not even available to the public yet. And this one was further modified by Dr. Weller and Pietro personally
When Kitsune made no move to take it. She had feared the worst. When his hands blurred through a complex series of signs. At the end, he slapped his palm to the ground. Instead of the attack, she expected, a table and chairs made of stone slowly emerged from the ground.
Winter dare not blink, never looking away once from the display. The contact camera she was wearing recorded everything it could. Was it magic? Or some once long lost esoteric art? And like that, the pressure she had felt abated. As the pair sat, the sense of death that permeated the air vanished like it was not but a bad dream.
"I think you've passed. Come sit and your general can join us. Won't you James?"
'Wait, wait, what? what was going on?' Winter was reeling. 'was the general watching this?' The quaint little device in her palm came to life before she had any genuine chance to process just what was going on.
The device that was clearly more than just a modified scroll opened up a hologram springing to life of the very man in question.
Stiff of posture James Ironwood stood every bit the military man he was. "Kitsune."
"General, what can we do for you?" the crimson-haired shinobi asked, as the Ace ops and Winter took their seats.
"I'll get straight to the point. I would like you to come work for Atlas." the General announced to shocked silence.
"In what way?" kitsune asked, tilting his head in the way a curious cat would.
"I would like your help in dealing with these white Fang insurgents and sympathisers. I have seen your work in Vale. and The Fangs presence in Vale is on the back foot."
Kitsune let out an audible sigh of frustration. "General, the White Fang are not terrorists. If anything, their recent actions in Vale are because of the actions of one misguided fool. However, how they got their hands on top of the line Atlas military tech is something I would like to look into. So General, please tell us why you really want to recruit us?"
If anything, the stern General seemed to smile. As if the rejection seemed to please him. "Ah, good, I just had to be sure. I still would like to recruit you. But it's complicated, if you'll agree. Then there is someone I would like you to meet, and hopefully agree to protect."
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God, when Qrow told her that kids would drive her to drink. Raven had thought that was an over exaggeration. As she finished her third entire bottle of the night. Raven would agree that Qrow was right. The bloody lush. By the brother gods she wasn't sure her liver could take all the stress drinking she would do by the end of this. She was not built like her brother Qrow. he could drink their father under the table by eleven. And the entire tribe by fourteen. If only he could see her now.
She was positive, despite being an absentee parent. Motherhood was never her strong suit after all. That was precisely the reason she and Tai had an amicable separation. Where did she go wrong? She was so sure that leaving Yang with Summer and Tai was for the best. There was no one safer to entrust her flesh and blood too, after all. And as much as she loved Yang with all her heart. She had a vital duty to fulfill. Especially if she wished to keep eyes off of Summer, Tai, and the kids. Her service as one of Ozpin's agents. In exchange he swore to keep Summer out of the spotlight, swore that she would be kept safe. How could he not when Summer was not only a Silver eyed warrior but also his Spring Maiden. Not only did he fail. But he lied. A bad operation, he called it. But Raven knew better. She was the Spring Maiden now. And if she wanted any shot at keeping Tai and the girls safe, she had to Run. No better place to do that than the Tribe. Right?
Raven felt she could be forgiven if her reaction to hearing her daughter is dating a particular blonde. Was to make a quite valid attempt at drinking herself into a coma. Now that she was thoroughly drunk enough to make Qrow seem sober, Raven dared to ask. "So, let me get this right. You know that your boyfriend, one Uzumaki Naruto, is what amounts to an Alien super god?" She put extra emphasis on boyfriend just for good measure.
Yang rolled her eyes, as if this was already common knowledge. "Yep." her response was blithe, just full of all the indifference she had for her 'mother'. A term she used loosely.
If not for the copious amounts of drink she imbibed, Raven was sure she would have reacted poorly to such a slight. Instead, her liquid courage drove her to drop a bomb of her own. "Yeah, well, he's clearly not the only Uzumaki out there!"
"Oh," Yang said, her eyes narrowed to deadly slits. "Well, we have a lot to talk about. Don't we Mom."
"Well, shit."
"Yes, shit indeed." until now Raven had totally forgotten about the Schnee. "Now why don't you tell us everything." a gravity gliph sprung to life beneath her, rooting her to the spot. Preventing the flighty bird from escape. "Get comfortable, you're gonna be here for a while."
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