Shady is back folks.

Just a recap since I have been gone for a while. (Or you could just read the previous chapters, not a lot of work):

Suzuki is summoned into a Jashin temple as Momonga. The death of the people in the temple supplies the energy necessary for his summoning. He gets tangled with Iwa spies monitoring the activity of the followers of Jashin and causes the death of two Iwa shinobi. Having no fond memories of these encounters, he leaves Iwa territory and turns his attention to the closest prominent ninja village to his location, Konoha. He summons Grim reaper Thanatos to act as his probe in Konoha and keeps to the more rural and civilian regions due to his cautious nature.

Dead Shinobi Walking Chapter 5

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The training ground's green mantle danced under a gentle breeze while Karasuki and Gai stood at a respectable distance from each other. Gai's eyes held a glint of respect as he gave her the shinobi salute. Karasuki respectfully imitated the gesture, nodding to indicate that she was ready. The sun was slowly setting in the background, painting the sky warm shades of red and pink. Under scrutinizing eyes, two martial artists closed in towards one another.

Even before a single hit was exchanged, Karasuki had already begun looking at Gai under a different light. No matter how socially eccentric he may be, there was no denying that he was a brilliant man.

People who have never fought for real in their lives think that fighting is a straightforward battle of minds, where opponents pick apart each other's tactics through analysis and intelligence. Some think that a fighter thinks their next move after they make a strike.

They could not be more wrong. Fights are never analyzed or thought upon during hits are exchanged. Strategy and tactics are done before a fight starts, in the period of time starting from your birth, up to the moment you approach your opponent. This is the reason why techniques and katas exist. This is the reason when you go to a dojo, the military or to self-defense classes; they show and make people repeat certain moves. To take the slowest component out of the equation: one's self.

This is the truth for every fight, but more so for shinobi. When limbs move faster than the brain can comprehend, and each hit is powerful enough to split a skull and break bones, contemplating during exchanges is the fastest way to death. Because of this, Gai had a unique brilliance that surpassed everyone else. He had trained vigilantly for every minute of his life. When he was not training his body, Gai was thinking about possible scenarios in his brain. When the time came, only thing needed for him to make the best move was the slightest recognition of movements, and his body did its job.

For this reason, Karasuki found herself out of space to move in the middle of a huge training ground soon after their spar started. Gai was obviously pulling his punches but wasn't taking her lightly. That would be rude against another martial artist, since it would have meant that he did not respect her life's work. That is how Karasuki found herself locked into a close range exchange of blows with Maito Gai.

Gai had hoped to make his opponent yield as soon as possible but that did not seem to be the case. While Karasuki-chan used an entirely foreign technique, he found all of his strikes being blocked or slipped and even found himself slipping and blocking her counters. Surprisingly, both were soon stuck in the middle of a flurry of exchanges where both orbited each other. Karasuki on the back pedal while Gai immediately invading the space in front of her.

Gai stepped forward, standing sideways in order to reduce target area while raising his fist in tandem with his step, leading to a devastating body shot, if it had connected. Instead of pushing aside or getting out of the way, the raven haired woman brought her elbow down into the fist. The delicate hand bones would have been easily shattered if the puncher was a civilian. Meeting bones with thicker bones was a bold tactic that needed precision and it managed to woo the spectating chunins. Regardless, the fight went on for a little while more.

A straight arm smashed into the perfect high guard of Gai and harmlessly bounced back. Nearly simultaneously, Gai's leg pushed forward towards Karasuki's gut, only for her to side step and twist her body and deliver a backhand punch behind his guard. Gai ducked and launched himself on his arms throwing an upside down Konoha whirlwind, seldom balancing himself with his arms. The flurry of kicks finally seemed to do the job as Karasuki stumbled back, somehow graciously falling on her butt after a hooking kick to her ankle.

Gai immediately stood back into his stance, sending a confused look on the ground. His cheeks were a bit red.

"You are very good Karasuki-chan! Ahem, but can I ask what are you doing?"

Karasuki was on her back legs raised and parted, bent in the air, while her arms floated in a weird stance next to her head. It was a ground defense technique that was similar to a BJJ or MMA style. Of course Karasuki did not know these styles that existed in the 21st century, but due to her high level, she had the precognition of slipping into a powerful ground defense, that led to the similarities. Upon observing Gai's hesitation, Karasuki decided to speak.

"So you guys don't take the fight to the ground? How interesting. Ah, I should teach you how to defend yourself on your back!" After all, there were dozens of ways to deal damage from a prone position, most of them being locks and takedowns.

"Ahem, fights usually end after one person falls, or the downed opponent makes a move that levels the playing field…" Gai rubbed his neck.

"What? How do you finish a fight if someone just decides to lay on the ground then? Do you just give up on fighting?" Karasuki was surprised how little emphasis the shinobi gave to ground grappling. Using his obliviousness as an opportunity, Karasuki launched herself from the ground scissoring both of Gai's legs. With a girlish scream, Gai ungracefully fell on the ground.

The great taijutsu master soon found himself in a cruel arm bar as Karasuki bent his arm using her whole body, pressing his arm tightly to her chest. Gai was split between pain and joy for a second but soon only to pain. After couple girlish screams, Karasuki decided that she made her point and released Gai.

Kakashi, who had gone out of sight before went back out of the woodworks around this time to interrupt. "Very intriguing Karasuki-san. You feel at home on the ground as you do on your feet."

The raven haired beauty nodded, "That is how it should be, considering humans are probably the mammals with the worst sense of balance. It is admirable shinobi can finish a fight after exchanging hits but often long-lasting combat ends in clenches which nearly all of the time end up with one or both of the fighters on the ground."

Kakashi nodded back, there wasn't much to say when someone was telling the truth. The reason grappling was minimal in taijutsu was due to the fact that ninjas were usually armed with an arsenal of weapons and favored to break apart in order to mix in jutsus rather than sticking to their opponents. Laying on the ground meant not being able to evade kunais, jutsus or weapons which certainly wasn't preferred. Regardless, such education would be beneficial.

"If you are thinking to stay in Konoha for a while longer, would you like to share your knowledge in the academy? Maybe I can arrange couple classes for you as a visiting instructor."

On Karasuki's side, this was a perfect offer for her integration into the village, which Karasuki found very appropriate for her 'travelling martial artist' background.

"I would be glad to! It would be a sin if future talents got bested because I did not share my knowledge."

"Is that so, then I will speak to a few people. I am sure that something can be arranged." Kakashi gave her the famous eye smile.

There was no denying that Karasuki had used a very efficient fighting style that was more comprehensive than the taijutsu techniques of Maito Gai, and that said something regardless how practical they can be in a shinobi battle. Her being a spy, at least by conventional definitions, was low. If she were, she would not share a very efficient fighting system that can go on par with Konoha's Green Beast in front of the infamous "Copy Cat" Kakashi. Furthermore, offering this job meant she would stick around for a longer amount of time, which gave more time to figure the motives of this mysterious woman. It also gave more opportunities for Kakashi to watch spars like he did this time, perched on an out-of-sight tree, while using his Sharingan. There was no denying the benefit of learning some of the moves she had pulled.

'Umu, I really should not have let the waiter pocket that Yggdrasil coin for the five teas and twelve cookies I fed to my slime summon. Way to not leave a trail and be not suspicious.'

A lone ninja with a large curved blade on his back stood solemnly in the middle of the woods. Amongst the bright green grass covering the floor, there were patches of ashy-black ground. Momonga tried yet again. He felt this thing called "chakra" that replaced his mana flow down to his lower extremities requiting a shiver from the black slime covering his body. With keen concentration, he let it seep into the ground beneath him.

And yet again, instead of moving, earth was painted black like a drop of ink to the surface of water. The verdant grass wilted and withered. It was annoying really; he had conducted the Dark Wisdom ritual on the corpse of the Iwa shinobi which had filled his brain with the intricacies of elemental chakra usage. However, every time he tried this minor exercise, he had failed to achieve the intended purpose. 'It makes no sense! How can I create fireballs and lightning with Yggdrasil spells which are clearly elemental attacks, but cannot do the same with my newly learned spel-ahem- Jutsus?!' There was obviously something he was missing here.

'Chakra essentially acts as mana, but it is much more. It is likely that me being an Overlord is messing with this world's Justus. I am pretty much tainting the land instead of molding it!' It made Momonga a bit sad really. He had no qualms with being an Overlord, on the contrary, this was pretty much the perfect RPG experience. An escape from reality so perfect that reality as he knew it was no more, and here he was all bones and giddy with possibilities. Thus, it was a bit disappointing when the possibility of adding cool jutsus into his already vast repertoire turned out harder than he had expected.

'No matter, maybe instead of starting with jutsus; I can try to work backwards from some of the elemental Yggdrasil spells I know and find where exactly I am going wrong with thi-…hmm?' He had just gotten a strange feeling of not being alone. Surely enough, he felt two presences observing him. This was different from being under shinobi Daiki's gaze. With him, there was a lot of rage and promise of ill intentions. Now, it felt like he was laid on a surgery table and was being scrutinized by the doctors. There wasn't necessarily malicious intent, but a noticeable amount of cold disattachment. It was a lot more silent too. The birds had stopped chirping and no movement of wild life was present.

They came from his left side; the direction of the civilian town he had visited. Honestly, Momonga knew he had attracted stares and suspicion, along with a very traceable trail. But he never really thought people would find enough substance in actually following him. Yet now visible, were some of the weirdest men he had seen in both his brief time in this world and back at Japan. Maniacs in the Jashin temple included.

One was a wide and tall man of blue skin and shark like teeth. His beady eyes had a sharp glint and no visible lid. His spiky hair flew straight out from his scalp, loosely bundled by a wide headband depicting mist. The other was a lean man around Momonga's height, with long straight hair and a headband depicting a leasf on his crown. This was a handsome man, with two age lines being the only fault on a calm façade. The eyes were solemn but reflected the presence of a great intellect behind them.

The blue man moved the blade laid on top of his shoulder to a more comfortable position and threw a small grin at Momonga. "Hello there Shinobi-san, we were looking for a mass murderer passing through these areas, happen to know who he might be?"

'Uwaa! A mass murderer does sound like the type of people these two deal with. They seem all business! Wonder if they are some sort of police? The attire they are wearing is the same and does look like a uniform albeit being pretty old fashioned. It is pretty cool! Or maybe they are part of a vigilante group of shinobi-heroes! Don't overthink it Momonga, there is a chance that they are the bad guys…But why would they be looking for a mass murderer with this hostile attitude if they are the bad guys. They are probably out there working for the authorities.'

Momonga cleared his throat, pleased that his emotion suppression passive dealt with his growing anxiety. "Umu, never heard of anybody like that walking around."

Kisame cocked his head to the side. The man looked sincere, and had a strong voice full of authority, it kind of reminded him the way Pain talked. This could be the result of a strong resolve and indomitable will or just undiluted stupidity. Both gave people a high degree of confidence. There was not much to go with when gaging these with this one. He had a hood and a face wrap that left only a narrow slit for the eyes and one for the mouth. Next to him, he felt Itachi tense which also pushed the notion that this guys was not to be underestimated.

"We also heard that he had a large curved sword in his back. Does that sound familiar at all?"

'A big curved sword?! I don't think shinobi here even use them all that much. Maybe the culprit is a civilian. Then these guys will surely get the guy, I can see their chakra and both are most certainly shinobi. The blue guy's chakra is huge, wonder what he can do with it? Stop drooling Momonga, you will learn to do cool justsus eventually.'

"No never seen one. Sorry that I am of no help gentleman."

"Really? It is a large curved sword that he carries on his back. He also has a hooded body wear and a face wrap." The blue man let the "blade" on his shoulder drop in exaggerated exasperation. The wrapped monstrosity sunk deep into the ground.

'Hmm, the sword sounds just like the one I am carrying and Nishikienrai's old clothes do fit…wait no..No! They are talking about me! Suzuki-ahem-Momonga, did you screw up already?' The more he thought about it the more it made sense. After all, he did kill the Iwa shinobi but that was self-defense. And one kill doesn't make a man a mass murderer. Unless…they were thinking that he had killed all the people in that creepy temple too. 'Oh man, those guys were already dead, and one of them killed himself in front of my eyes. Ok I might have killed a couple dozen or so due to my passive but come on! That was like the first second in this body, I had no control!' Should he be completely honest, or lie his way through? Who was he kidding, he never was a good liar. 'Plus cops have that sixth sense that know when a man is lying. So troublesome!'

"Ahem, I see that you have been misinformed. I think I have a vague idea of what you are talking about but that is all there is to it. I think I know, but I never did any doing per se." Momonga fidgeted in discomfort.

Kami, who was this guy kidding? Even children come with better responses when parents ask questions that they rather avoid. The now confirmed mass murderer should not be dumb for failing to lie however, just honest. In fact, Kisame found that liars are the more foolish of the honest and the lying men. A liar's brain always has to keep up with the lies spoken, thus, usually turned out to be a demented and cramped place.

"Time to talk honestly then shinobi-san, you have left a bloody trail behind you. For one, we can start with learning who you are."

This was the start of a conversation that could be the straw that breaks the camel's back. He wanted to make a difference in this world. Someone who mattered, which he, back in his 35-year-old body was not on all levels except the purely philosophical. Could this encounter turn things for the worse? In his soul, the scared and innocent salesman who was pushed to the sides by an increasingly complex world begin to crumble under the pressure of making decisions that can shape his fate. In its last breaths the old Suzuki made his last blunder, while searching through his recent memories he misspoke;

"My name is Jashin."

Now it was left to Momonga to face the mistakes of his alter-ego.

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"We will invite a possible candidate to the Akatsuki. For this mission, the team will be you and me Sasori."

A hunched figure made the briefest gesture of acknowledgement. "I know Akatsuki works in two man teams, but I believe yourself would be plenty for this task. My time is too precious to waste on an invitation. Especially if this candidate will be assigned to Kakuzu. Time is wasted on a dead man."

Pain was unperturbed by the response. "Orochimaru of the Sound, one of the legendary Sannin is not someone Kakuzu would inconvenience that easily Sasori. Furthermore, as you might know, his work on poisons and seals might make this trip of more interest to you."

That gave Sasori a pause. "Indeed your thoughts have merit. With a shinobi of his caliber this trip should not be a waste of time." 'I am quite foreign to his techniques and worst case scenario I could add a very unique puppet to my collection, hmm, or would that be the best case scenario?'

"Then it is decided. " Pain spoke with finality, "With Orochimaru, Akatsuki's team dynamics will be decided after Kisame and Itachi returns."

"The nature of their assignment was a conspicuous one. It is a waste to send shinobi of their skill to seek a no name missing-nin." Sasori of the Red Sand was not a shinobi of many words. But talking with Pain; one who has the Rinnegan, the power, will and wisdom to shake the continent to its core was the closest Sasori's ego could deem as talking to an equal. Words came much more easily to him in the presence of Pain.

"It may seem so, but know that I would not take action for things without substance. Also be sure that I shall address every element that may affect the working and objective of the Akatsuki. I have acted on the intel from Zetsu and sent Kisame and Itachi to settle things the way it would benefit Akatsuki the most."

"Hmm" Sasori knew he had to yield this topic.

Nagato orchestrating the six paths of Pain far away on his tower overlooking Amegakure kept thinking, 'It is an issue that had to be addressed. Zetsu felt the change just like I did. It was not a chakra explosion. If it were, every shinobi in the east side of the continent would feel it. It was a chakra vacuum. For the briefest of moments, a huge amount of chakra was erased from existence. Shinobi can feel change in chakra but this wasn't just loss of chakra, but total erasure of a massive amount of chakra from this world, past, present and future. When regular men talk about erasure, what they think actually mean is change.

For example, they say a man dies so he is no longer. The man is no longer what he was before that is true, but the soul component of his being exits his body but not erased, the body decomposes along with the physical aspect of his chakra but not erased, things change but they also remain. What happened hundreds of kilometers away was not one such event. Chakra was lost from this world, and in return, something else was brought forth in to this world.'

As far as Nagato knew, the only way this could be achieved was through the power of the Rinnegan's Outer Path. Now he had to ask questions that affected his resolve in ways that he was unwilling to voice even to himself…

'We are Pain, we are god."

But,

'Am I the only God on this Earth?'.

He gazed towards the blue hair of the woman standing watch over the city on the balcony, long strands flowing over the Akatsuki cloak. 'Konan, we will see the daybreak (Akatsuki) over the elemental nations.'

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Character Sheet/s

Kisame Hoshigaki

Status: Member of the Akatsuki, S-rank missing-nin

Chakra Level: S

Elemental Affinity (From high to low) : Water, Fire, Wind, Earth

Blood Limits

Shark-man: Kisame bears a phenotypical similarity to sharks and his water style techniques also heavily incorporate attacks that use shark-like chakra constructs.

Tailed beast without a tail: Kisame has incredibly large chakra reserves.

(This omniscient character sheet uses its power to quote that Kisame at 30% was compared to Naruto, was able to nearly defeat and capture Killer Bee single-handedly, did single-handedly capture four-tails' Jinchuuriki Roshi and forced Maito Gai to open 7 gates without his sword present.)

Seven ninja swordsmen of the Mist: Kisame was one of the seven swordsmen of the Mist village and is a master swordsman. He wields the legendary blade Samehada that grinds and consumes the chakra of the opponent and rips into their flesh, tearing them apart by utilizing sharp scales and weight.

Power Level: 400

Itachi Uchiha

Status: Member of the Akatsuki, S-rank missing-nin

Chakra Level: B

Elemental Affinity (From high to low): Fire, Wind, Water, Yin, Yang

Blood Limits

Sharingan: A dojutsu that lets the person see the world with perfect clarity and also enables them to see chakra to a level albeit nowhere as potent as the Byakugan. Furthermore, the wielder of the Sharingan can read movements and memorize all justsu they see. Of course, how well the Justus are performed by the wielder is dependent on the person's affinities, skill and intellect. The genjutsu casted by the Sharingan wielder are als known to be very potent.

Mangekyo Sahringan: Opens abilities such as the Susanoo, Amaterasu, Izanagi, Izanami and many more along with everything that the Sharingan provides becoming much more potent. A very powerful dojutsu that can be nearly as powerful as the Rinnegan on the right person.

Prodigy: Itachi is VERY smart. Incredible rate of information retention, speed and accurate analysis, logical and precise thinking. Tactical and strategical genius.

Genjutsu Master: Coupled with his unparalleled intellect, Itachi is able to win fights before they even start. The fighting prowess, chakra level or equipment matters little if one is caught in Itachi's genjutsus as you might find out you have been making out with a log for the past hour, or find yourself stabbing your own neck; depending on the circumstances.

Sword of Totsuka: An ethereal blade that can seal the target in pierces. The victim will be sealed into the jar where they will remain in a "world of drunken dreams". It can also act and perform just like a normal blade.

Yata Mirror: Ethereal shield that can negate any attack be is physical, elemental or spiritual.

Power Level: 700