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Chapter 6: To Conquer Rage

(Cue Yasha theme.)

On any other day, Kurama would say that there was no being that was above him in power or strength. That no matter what he was the most superior towards anyone that dared to become his foe in battle. In his previous life, his tails can crush mountains, his roar can cause tidal waves, and his power was only second to the Juubi itself. He was a living force of destruction and if Kurama so chose to be the end of the shinobi.

Unfortunately, all such boasts and bravado of his previous life were moot at this moment. He was not facing a human, but a literal god. A god that outclassed Kaguya and Amaterasu himself as well as everyone in this world. For all the power that Kurama could muster, there was no chance he could win even if his body allowed the full usage of his vast reserves. Kurama still thought he could come back from this.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Kurama screamed as he was sent careening into the face of a hill, the impact kicking up tonnes of dirt.

'Just a minor setback!' Kurama excused himself, trying to ignore the bruises that littered his body.

A pulse of his chakra freed Kurama from the dirt he was buried under, sending bits of the hill into the air. Red chakra shined off his body and his tails waved behind him in a ferocious display. Meanwhile, his opponent was as good as the moment they started. Whatever hits Asura let Kurama on him did not make the Hindu God budge. He was also not one to really hold back with the punches that came at speeds faster than the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan could even track, and they were powerful enough to instantly shatter a Susanoo rib cage. His dense chakra within his body was the only thing barely keeping his bones from breaking, but Kurama still had this strong notion the god was holding back.

By a lot, he might add. There was no power he showed, only raw strength and speed that far surpassed anything Kurama had encountered. His punches unleashed power beyond whatever kage or even Kaguya could make, effectively making them little kids in comparison, and he was sure no Hiraishin was going to escape his sights.

"At least you're durable." Commented Asura. "Still... you have to show a lot more!"

"Gladly!" Kurama roared, chakra exploding off his body.

Kurama became a literal speed demon as his potent and immense chakra enhanced sinew and muscle beyond superhuman limits. A sonic boom blasted off with an air circle as Kurama launched off his right foot in a straight charge at Asura. The velocity alone was ripping at the ground beneath him, but Asura's gaze did not show a hint of surprise. He knew that the Hindu God could still see him clearly even at the speed Kurama was moving at, but the reincarnated biju had a plan to get passed that. At the last second where it seemed Kurama was going to throw a straight punch, the kitsune focused lightning chakra into his legs and tails that anchored into the ground.

The piercing nature of the lightning chakra allowed leverage into the ground as they sunk several inches into the ground, and Kurama used the sudden stop to quickly twist his body around from a straight charge to a lightning-quick sidestep. Next, he focused his right hand that created a very familiar spiraling bright blue ball of pure chakra, charged with lightning chakra.

'Lightning Release: Rasengan.'

The sphere of grinding chakra lengthened and thinned to a cone-like shape that sounded like a drill powered by a whole city, and was thrusted forward into Asura's side. It sounded as if two steel rollers were grinding against each other, causing literal sparks of energy to fly off from the impact. A scowl marked Kurama's face feeling that the Rasengan was hardly making any headway. He was proven right when the jutsu cut out, but the bare skin of Asura's side was not even scratched.

"Not a bad maneuver." Asura commented. "You decided to be deceptive knowing I can still track your movements. Not bad, but not good enough."

Kurama growled and shifted to move behind Asura to strike his back, but his motions were abruptly stopped feeling a tug behind him. He looked at the source and gaped at one of his nine tails held tightly in Asura's beyond diamond strong grip. There was literally no use in trying to get out of the grip not when it was the hands of a god.

"You at least try to make sure to keep your tails out of reach." Asura said. "Well, almost."

"Don't you fu - YAAAAH!"

In a blink of an eye, Asura hefted Kurama into the air by his tail and slammed him down back on the ground. Kurama could feel his spine shake from the impact and was sure the ground was worse of. Asura wasn't done lifting Kurama up and slamming the kitsune down on earth again, and the process continued to repeat in a painful fashion. For Kurama, every slam on the ground that sent pain through his body summoned forth more anger.

'I will not be thrashed around like a child's toy!' Kurama shouted in his head.

His chakra grew more intense and his features became even more feral. His now canine teeth were now starting to poke out from his lips etched in a furious snarl. Acting almost on instinct, Kurama sent his potent chakra through his body and the tail in Asura's grip. Once it reached the tip, the chakra was released in blinding explosion of red-black energy and concussive force. It worked to Kurama's joy feeling the grip on his tail gone and he immediately leaped back to get distance between himself and the god.

"Time to make you burn!" Growled Kurama, cupping his hands around his mouth.

'Fire Release: Dragon Flame.'

Kurama spewed forth a column of orange-red flames ending in the maw of a dragon that lit up the open field and shadowed the surrounding light. This massive flame directly hit its mark on Asura, but on impact the flame split into three parts with two going on each side and one on top. Asura's body was simply an immovable, indestructible wall to the roaring flames that could not burn the god. The kitsune did not see the Hindu God literally walking through the flamethrower straight to Kurama, and was caught by surprise when his face was gripped in one hand.

The kitsune nearly vomited the lunch made by Yasaka when Asura punched him in the gut hard. The sheer strength sent a blast of pure force behind Kurama that split the earth in two as it went followed shortly by said kitsune hurling through the air. Sharpened claws anchored into the ground, leaving Kurama on all fours for the moment trying to regain his breath.

'Kami, that felt like getting socked by the whole Juubi.' Kurama lamented mentally, crimson eyes in the EMS glaring at the slowly walking form of Asura. 'I can't let him get close to me.'

"Fire Release: Fox Fire."

Kurama breathed out a wave of dark purple flames upon Asura, yet again hitting their mark dead on. The god ignored the flames, but now these flames had much more of a physical force going against him and the ground he was standing on was collapsing being dried to dust. In meantime, Kurama steadied one hand on the ground focusing a different sort of chakra to spread throughout the area just under their feet. The only signs of the chakra were the small spot of frost upon the green grass and rich dirt.

Next, Kurama raised his tails all aimed at Asura. Their tips glowed in chakra so potent it was almost heavy like lead. It was the same chakra that Kurama used for his Tailed Beast Bomb. He simply altered the technique in a way to unleash it in suppressed yet focused blast considering his new body. Plus, he didn't want to destroy any part of Yasaka's beautiful home.

To keep Asura distracted for a moment, Kurama spat out fireballs five times his own size. They may not actually stop the god in his purposeful slow accost to him, but at least it kept Kurama's plan hidden. He was almost done setting up the ice trap.

"I'm getting bored here with all these little embers." Asura's voice bellowed out over the roars of the fireballs assaulting him.

With the EMS, Kurama could clearly see Asura behind the curtain of flames as he raised one hand with an index finger prepped back. Then he flicked the finger forward... and Kurama felt as if a blunt needle had crashed below his sternum at Mach speeds. Kurama's flesh cratered before leveling out into an ugly purple bruise over his stomach rocking with pain. The blow itself was even putting Kurama's durability to dangerous limits that he didn't want to test, and technically physical had actually hit him.

It was pure physical force that had struck Kurama. The 'flick' from Asura was an extension of his enormous strength that just a literal flick of a finger can release enough force through the air like a projectile. If he wanted to, Asura could simply punch from a distance in soaring fists, but even those could leave the land around them scarred in a very ugly fashion. A single punch from Asura could actually collapse the field around and make a new valley. He didn't want to do that unless he wanted to trouble Amaterasu with the damage.

'This guy is fucking insane!' Kurama screamed in his head.

The worst part about it is that even with the Sharingan the kitsune had no way of seeing the attacks coming his way. No magic, chakra, or other mystical energy was creating this invisible phenomenon that continued to pelt Kurama in the gut. It was all done through pure physical strength, and it gave another thing for Kurama to worry about the god's capabilities. As Kurama was now, he had no chance of fighting Asura up close.

"Don't think you are ever safe from that distance." Asura said, pulling a fist back.

And then once he threw it forward, Kurama almost popped his eyes out at the soaring force of the punch. It can be called a soaring fist with the physical force carrying itself with difference, and Kurama could recall it was very similar to the attacks that freak with the bushy brows made using all Eight Inner Gates. But on impact, Kurama visibly felt the difference of a punch more mighty than any mortal can make as if he that very punch had hit all over his body simultaneously. Kurama couldn't even hear his gurgles of pain from the roars of the wind picked up from the physical force. He didn't register the fact his body was hurled over the fields before his body crashed through a tree. Still, Kurama was persistent and put up a struggle to get up despite his bruised body wanting to lay down already.

'I can't let another hit like that!' Kurama thought, holding in the urge to cough out some blood and let his healing factor take care of the damage.

His instincts screamed at him of danger, and his Sharingan glanced in the direction of Asura to see a storm of 'soaring fists' as the physical force was ripping the ground asunder. Pushing his chakra to his feet, Kurama disappeared from his trajectory and watched as the ripping winds scarred the ground without end. It shocked Kurama at the casual destruction the god can make, and he was sure that he was still holding back a lot.

'Let's hope this works.' Thought Kurama, glancing at the prepared spot that Asura had stepped on.

Kurama raised one hand in a cupping motion forming a familiar blue spiraling sphere of pure chakra. The appearance that made Asura pause in interest at the sight. That gave Kurama the cue to pulse his chakra through the ground, and the Hindu god suddenly found himself frozen in blue ice so cold it ignored the heat of the day. Asura himself was left stuck mid-motion in the ice, but there were already cracks forming before his freedom.

No matter how little time it gave Kurama, he made sure to use to the fullest pouring more and more chakra into the sphere within his hands. It grew to the size of its head, but as Kurama began to manipulate his chakra into the elements the sphere started to become a blinding blue light. Four white razor blades of wind grew from the sphere and spun around to create the appearance of a massive shuriken made of blue chakra. Winds started to pick up around Kurama to a miniature tornado from the very presence of heavily condensed wind chakra.

'This one's for you, Naruto.' Kurama thought.

It certainly took him a while to recreate one of Naruto's signature and original techniques. Unlike Naruto, Kurama had the advantage of excellent control as well as massive reserves, and add on to the fact he was technically there for every step of the way in its creation. Despite that, it still took the better of almost two years to make it effectively without clones and another few months just to throw it. If it weren't for his healing factor and dense chakra, Kurama would have lost feeling in his arms.

"Let's see how much you can feel this." Kurama shouted, hefting the spinning disc of death back. "Rasenshuriken."

With muscles aided by his chakra, Kurama threw the construct of dense wind chakra meant only to grind. It spun through the air like any perfectly thrown shuriken and sung of thousands of high-speed saw blades. At the last second, Asura decided to break free of the ice, but those rusty red eyes were locked on the incoming Rasenshuriken. Then to Kurama's shock despite his use of the Sharingan at its peak the Hind god stretched out his left hand in a loose manner...

... and successfully caught the Rasenshuriken!?

Kurama could not stop his bottom jaw coming loose to gape at the sight of the Rasenshuriken literally halted in its path for destruction in the grip of Asura's chromium fingers. The razor blades tried to grind their way through the skin of the god, but only managed just to create a show of sparks. Kurama felt Asura's eyes right on him uncaring of the force of destruction he was holding, daring the kitsune to think he ever had the advantage. He felt powerless under that stare, and Kurama felt a seething hatred grow from that sensation.

That same fist gripping the Rasenshuriken squeezed, causing the construct of spiralling chakra to explode in a massive dome of unstable blue chakra. The Sharingan was useless seeing what was happening with all of the rampant chakra, but Kurama knew that whatever was inside that dome was being assaulted by trillions of tiny needles of energy striking at the molecular level. Even with that thought in mind, Kurama didn't believe he had the win in this fight at all. He felt he needed to do much, and he just the aresenal.

Kurama cupped his right hand and created a second Rasengan. As it grew in size with the addition of wind chakra, it was also getting a red coloring from the further addition of fire chakra. The combination of wind and fire successfully mixed to form scorch, turning the singularity in Kurama's hands into a massive sphere of grinding bright red chakra complete with four petal-like fans spinning licked crimson flames. Its very presence had increased the region's temperature to an astonishing level, making the air in the field hazy with heatwaves.

"Scorch Release: Rasenrozu."

Kurama threw the crimson, spinning rose of chakra, leaving a red inferno in its wake to its target. It exploded in flash of intense light and great heat that charred the grass from the earth. The wind chakra of the Rasenshuriken fed the scorching flames of the Rasenrozu, turning the dome of destruction a bright orange and several times bigger. Even the heat was starting to burn at Kurama's clothes despite the kitsune making a retreat to avoid the blast zone.

(End Ost)

Finally what felt like an hour of enduring iron-melting temperatures, the dome of energy died down with the unleashed chakra spent. Smoke blinded Kurama's vision and negated the use of the Sharingan to properly check. His fox ears were perked up for the sound of a voice or a breath, but no such sound entered his ears except the whistle of the wind. Finally, Kurama dined to feel hope that he had won in this impossible fight against a god.

"Is that all?" The cool, baritone voice of Asura spoke, crushing that hope of victory from Kurama.

The smoke was blown away by a sudden release of energy so vast it forced Kurama to his knees. In the same spot stood Asura completely unharmed in contrast to the massive, charred crater he stood in the center of. Not even a single scratch marred his body, and his clothes were protected by his very presence. For the first time in the entire fight was he showing a sort of mystical power that surrounded the god in a thick aura of burning orange that shook the ground like an earthquake and split the sky in two. His tattoos were now glowing like lines of fresh magma across his body. Kurama could not physically stand in the presence of power beyond the likes of the biju, the Shinju, Hagoromo, Kaguya, and the Otsutsuki. Beads of sweat born from a foreign feeling of fear trickled down the kitsune's face.

'I should've used the Amaterasu flames.' Kurama thought. 'No... even that would not have made a difference. This - This thing is simply too much.'

Daring to stare back, Kurama knew in that moment Asura was the type of entity that was beyond the scope of himself and anything that the incarnated biju ever knew. His entire being as a former biju, a walking calamity, meant nothing to do this godly monstrosity that knocked him around with the effort of a flick of a finger. He had felt it before, but Kurama never found himself fully outclassed the incarnated biju by leagues just with pure physical strength, and this was his first show of power that exceeded his own. It was not chakra that Kurama physically felt pushing down on his person nor the mysterious force of magic. This was pure power in its prime. The entire time Kurama never had a chance against Asura in a straight up fight, and even with the power of an Otsutsuki Rinnegan he would still lose completely.

"Surely you are more capable than that." Asura stated, dying down his release of energy. "There is a rage I sense in you. Untouched, yet malignant. I am impressed you have kept it down this entire time, but if you want to have a chance I want you to unleash it."

Kurama's crimson eyes widened in realization. This guy knew!? He knew of the malice in his heart. The same grown from his hatred towards the incompetence of humans, and only did Kurama lock it away in a far corner. No, not even if this god beat him black and blue he won't ever defile himself into that beast again. The only way that it could ever awaken is if Kurama ever went through the Senjutsu to its fullest thus drawing in the world's malice to bring out his own to the forefront. There was no chance Kurama was ever going to do that because he wasn't sure if he could come back from being that beast again. Worse if Yasaka ever felt the raw malice that he radiated, and the image of those familiar golden eyes quivering with fear towards him froze Kurama's heart.

"Not a chance." Kurama spat lowly. "You've already beaten me. What difference will it make?"

Asura's thoughts went a bit differently. 'I must've done too much if he's already at the brink of defeat. Whether he likes it or not, this kid can't keep this kind of wrath locked up for so long. He needs to face it! Ugh, I didn't want to do this.'

"Weak." Asura spat, though no emotion was clear in his tone. "If you a kitsune such as yourself won't give me a challenge, then perhaps that little vixen will show me."

Kurama's thoughts screeched to a halt and he felt a lump enter his stomach. "You wouldn't..."

"I would." Asura said. "Because I am a god. And as a god, I am looking for a challenge, and I've always heard that nine-tailed kitsune are the strongest Yokai. So far you have disappointed me, so I will move onto the next one instead. And this time, I won't hold back."

"DON'T COME EVEN CLOSE TO HER!"

Thought Kurama moved far faster than he had ever previously did, Asura still saw through the leap and casually back-handed the red-haired kitsune away. He was sure that blow may have broken the poor kid's jaw, but the kitsune persisted to get on all fours glaring at the Hindu god like a raging animal. That was when Asura felt a trickle of that malice start to come to the surface, and was quickly growing to the forefront.

'No, not her!' Kurama thought frantically. 'Anyone, but her. She isn't like me. She can't fight against something like this. You have to keep her safe. Don't let him get to her. Keep him away. Keep her safe no matter what it takes.'

Kurama's logical thought process immediately devolved as soon as the threat of danger upon Yasaka's person came up. His initial denial of the use of Senjutsu was far long forgotten. Automatically, his body tensed still to allow the nature of chakra of the world to enter his body. He repeated the same mantra in vain attempt to keep sane, but he was already feeling the encroaching malice derived from his soul and mixed with that of a vengeful world.

'I have to keep her safe.' Kurama thought over and over as crimson chakra surrounded him. 'I have to keep her safe. I have to keep her safe. I have to... have to...'

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL. KILL. PAIN. SUFFER. TORTURE. RIP. TEAR. AGONY. MORE PAIN. MORE PAIN. MORE SCREAMS. MORE ANGER. WRATH. VENGEANCE. SLAUGHTER. DESTROY DESTROY DESTROYDESTROYDESTROYDESTROY.

Kurama's conscious mind blacked out, missing the slight widening of Asura's eyes. It would seem that his egging on Kurama worked a bit too well, and what came of it was not what the god of justice and wrath expected. To his knowledge, the art of Senjutsu of the Yokai was to prepare their bodies to take in the natural energy around them, giving them enhancements and replenish one's life force. Yet from Asura saw from Kurama was a different method that first had his body become completely still and allow the natural energy to willingly enter his body, bringing more physical changed in the form of strange tattoo marks over Kurama's face.

What troubled Asura was how the malice of the world seemed to be oddly obsessed with Kurama, if that was a proper way to say it. He saw the wrath of the planet's will cling to Kurama like a shroud of darkness as soon as he 'threatened' the other nine-tailed kitsune. Once Kurama allowed his body open to the world, all that malice was all too eager to rush through his body and it seemed acute to the malice in his own heart. It was easy enough for the world to overcome whatever barriers Kurama had up to put away his anger and then to his surprise the two malice presences seemed to bond.

That was where the real problems started when that crimson chakra surrounding the body thickened to the point of concealing the body. Asura watched as the chakra thickened into a dark red second skin of swirling energy and grew to ten times the kitsune's size. This 'cloak' of chakra was so heavy in malice it was corrosive on contact with the ground like acid. Menacing claws formed from the hands and feet, making the Yokai look more and more like a giant rabid nine-tailed fox made of chakra. No, rabid did not do justice for this was malice given form with a face of dark red chakra with eyes and mouth just motes of white light.

Most troubling about this was Asura has seen this sort of phenomenon only once before. The circumstances were far different, but now Asura realized where this affinity of malice was so familiar. Last time any Senjutsu had this sort of raw darkness that drew the planet's will came from only one person alone. He remembered the somber expression from Amaterasu and how he had to comfort the goddess when she along with Susanoo and Tsukiyomi were forced to put down one of her most loved 'children': Tamamo-no-mae, the last daughter of the late Inari.

What drove Amaterasu to such lengths when Tamamo's rage became so paramount that she almost became an Evil of Humanity through her malice alone, and Asura understood the need to do that when he saw the destruction that Tamamo lay in her maddened state. In short, the island of Japan - wasn't always an island. All because of the cruelty of humanity that broke Tamamo's heart when she sought love. Now, he was faced with that malice yet again.

ROOOOOOOAAAR!

Asura squinted his eyes when his face was met the full force of the mighty roar of a beast gone mad, and if it weren't for the chakra cloak his face would be covered in saliva. This certainly wasn't out of Asura's capability to fix, but he had to act fast. Kurama was not so far gone that he was in danger in becoming an Evil of Humanity, but he was getting there at a steady pace. Well, using fists got him into this problem, so maybe a different approach will hopefully solve it.

"Hey, kid." Asura exclaimed, crossing his arms. "Calm down already. I was just-"

Asura didn't get the chance to finish as a massive arm swiped at him, kicking dirt into the air as well as himself. The Hindu god was undamaged by the attack, but he had to give credit to Kurama that it was the first time he was able to be pushed at all. No sooner did that happen, the corrupted Yokai was upon slamming Asura back to the ground with a hammering fist, and then landing down to continue to beat down on Asura. Each punch sent a wave of the corrosive chakra that continued to destroy the land, but to Asura it just served to piss him off.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Roared the god, the power of mantra coming to surface once again.

An explosion of orange energy made Kurama stagger, followed by a chromiun fist to the chin. A shockwave boomed throughout the field from the force of the godly blow that sent Kurama into the air and crashing across the earth like a rag doll for a hundred meters. Another explosion blew away tonnes of earth off of Asura, revealing the god himself standing proud wreathed in the orange aura of his mantra.

"That's the last time I try talking it out." Growled Asura, taking a real stance with his hands flexed outwards with his aura going wild. "If you won't listen to reason, I'll beat it into you then!"

Despite using Senjutsu or the fact the malice of the world was pouring into him, Kurama did not stand a chance when Asura was seriously going on the offensive. Faster than a blink of an eye, Asura crossed the vast distance and delivered a punch to the chakra-cloaked Kurama's sternum, creating a visible crater from the force alone. The beast gagged in pain, but roared in greater fury from the pain that should be impossible. He clawed up the ground that shred apart all swaths of the earth, but a punch across the face from Asura sent Kurama into a tumble to the side.

When the beast rose up, Kurama instead used his nine tails from range by stretching them across to Asura. The Hindu god skillfully ducked, jumped, and flipped over the extending limbs. The tails were persistent, bending back when missed to attack Asura again. They soon had Asura surrounded at all angles ready to pierce him through until the he spun with his arms outstretched and overwhelming force that pushed the tails back. He soon made it to Kurama, uppercutting the Yokai hard enough to stagger him then followed up with a headbutt of all things that sent Kurama flying off again. Asura concluded by jumping up in the air and coming back down with an all-powerful blow on top of the Yokai's head, effectively burying it into the ground.

"I suggest you stay down, kid." Asura said, pinning the head down with his foot. "Don't want to kill you."

His words fell on death ears as the earth exploded in a mess of dirt and Kurama unleashed another earth-splitting roar. Kurama did not attack however as his head tilted upwards. At the tip of the chakra cloak's maw, orbs of black, blue, and red chakra began to gather into a pitch black singularity so dense the ground around cratered in its presence. Bits of rock and pebbles were being picked in the air at the increasing power as the orb grew in size to the point of being as large as Asura.

Yet the Hindu god stood unfazed even as the picked up winds tried to push him off his feet. He looked neutrally at the destructive phenomenon before him with mild interest as he had never seen chakra being used like this. Chakra as he knew it was used mostly passively with only Senjutsu and Youjutsu being anything close to harmful, but lacking the destructive potential of magic.

'This is a slight problem.' Asura thought. 'If he fires that thing, it surely is going to leave the land here quite barren. Best just to punch it into the sky to negate any damage to the environment, then I am knocking the kid out.'

But even the plans of gods have to have some wrench thrown at it. In this case, it was the sight of blonde hair currently making a dash at the corrupted Kurama. When he saw the blonde hair at the corner of his vision, Asura snapped his head in the direction and blanched on sight of the kitsune girl from before.

'What the fuck!? Did she literally run all the way here!?' Asura screamed in his head. 'Of all the asinine bullshit in the universe! I have to get her out of here. It's too dangerous!'

"KU-KUN STOP!" Screamed Yasaka, falling to her knees before the giant corrupted form of Kurama. "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! KU-KUN!"

To Asura's surprise, it would seem the girl's screams managed to make it through to Kurama if the pause it took was any indication. Though the cloak lacked pupils in the eyes, Asura was sure Kurama's gaze was solely on the teary-eyed Yasaka.

"Please, Ku-kun." Yasaka said more softly. "You have to stop. Just please come back to me."

'Even with all that malice,' Asura thought in astonishment, 'she can still see that is her friend.'

"Ya... sa... ka..." Kurama said in what could barely be called speech with the garbled tone.

Asura was put back on the alarm when Kurama ate the massive, dense sphere of chakra. His cheeks started to swell to an almost comical degree and was barely holding back the unstable energy wanting to be unleashed behind his lips. The Hindu god moved in a blur, pulling Yasaka close to his body and using his own as a shield. Whatever would happen, he was at least confident enough in his godly durability to come through the destruction, but Yasaka was not so lucky. To his relief however, Kurama aimed his head to the sky and unleashed the chakra in a wave of destruction that blinded the whole sky. Destruction enough to level down a mountain was all sent harmlessly into the air, and it soon calmed down.

Asura and Yasaka glanced back to Kurama and watched as his form shrunk back to normal size, and the cloak dissipated revealing Kurama in a bloody mess of burned skin right down to the muscle. The sight of Kurama in such a state made a gasp of horror escape Yasaka's throat and she couldn't hold herself back and ran up to her best friend who must be in terrible agony. Yet he still managed to make a weak smile to her through all that pain.

"Sorry..." That was all Kurama was able to let out before he lost consciousness.

"Ku-kun!" Yasaka exclaimed, catching Kurama into her arms. "Is - Is he going to be okay, Kaa-chan!?"

"We won't be sure until we take him somewhere safe, but as for you." The sound of Amaterasu's stern tone made Asura tense slightly before he felt a blow to the back of his head from the angry sun goddess. "What in Makai were you thinking, Asura-kun!?"

Asura shrugged to Amaterasu. "Uhm... sorry!?"

"Sorry!?" Yelped Amaterasu, poking at Asura's chest. "You're sorry for fighting one under my care!? You're sorry for trying to practically uproot Japan!? Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me!? If I didn't set up a bounded field, all of the Yokai would be shaking from your presence, much less getting the attention of the humans."

"Uhm..." Asura said, scratching his head. "I promise I won't do it again. Don't worry. I'll help fix the mess here."

"Y-You better, baka!" Amaterasu huffed, picking up both Yasaka and Kurama in her arms. "Good day!"

Once the sun goddess disappeared in a golden flash of light, the god of justice let out an sigh of exasperation. He could ask himself why were women so damn confusing?


This was a long time coming. Throughout the whole series and any other Highschool DxD works, Asura is always the strongest of the Top Ten. I have always been in love of his character ever since I played Asura's Wrath, and I sometimes like to call him the God of Hype. You cannot help but appreciate a guy that meets every problem with fists of fury and only listens to his testosterone. This guy literally thinks with his balls.

But holy fucking god some of you are salty about the power scaling and it is frankly ridiculous. One thing I keep hearing is how Kaguya supposedly 'creates' dimensions. That is false because it is stated that she summons a dimension, or in better terms transports herself and anyone else to a different dimension. It isn't like she has infinite reality marbles. Kaguya is definitely strong able to rank in the Top Ten as a planetbuster, but so is every DxD character that can rank themselves in the Top 100. As in beings that can easily annihilate continents, and that is not counting Beasts-class entities which I will add in the story like Cath Palug. Also take in consideration that the Asura in this fic is nerfed because if you ever played Asura's Wrath then you will understand.

"With a target like that, we cannot miss." - One of my favorite quotes from Asura's Wrath that basically sums up his character.

Up next is Chapter 7: Sibling Rivalry

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