Part 1 ~Transmigration~
The Rikudo sennin, the wise of the six paths, makes slight cries of pain by extracting the juubi chakra of which he is the jinchuriki out of his body, then separating it into nine large parts.
It had now been a few years since the sage, with the help of his brother, sealed his mother in one of his creations, the moon.
Not leaving him a very long time to live and being aware, he chose for the good of humanity to end the monstrosity that was the juubi. Rather, preferring to create nine other powerful creatures instead.
The process is long and painful, while it separates a first large part to make it the Kyubi, this pile of chakra taking the shape of a baby fox of an imposing size. This creature barely born seems to be still in a coma phase, its soul has not yet been created.
"You... will be... Kurama." Hagoromo names him before moving on to the second, then creating a kind of mixture between a bull and an octopus, the Hachibi, which he named Gyûki.
He then shape the others, the seven tails,
The six tails, the Gobi, the Yonbi, etc. Time passing slowly for Hagoromo as the days followed one another during his technique. While the bijuu already created were in a state of sleep, their souls were not yet fully formed, pushing them to a coma to fully form.
He finishes after a few days on the 8th, a fire cat he calls Matatabi before moving on to the last, the remaining chakra being more than enough for one.
He decides not to waste time and begins his last creation with some apprehension, still not having fully accustomed to pain despite the past days. The extraction of his bijuu and his creation into a new entity surely offering him one of the worst sensations he has and will have ever had to endure.
After long hours of pain and extreme concentration to get out and shape the vital energy out of his body, the last remains of the juubi chakra gather to begin to take the form of a tanuki baby, only in terms of form, the baby doing like his brothers and sisters, several dozen Hagoromo times.
But at that time, something happened that even the Rikudo sennin had not considered.
At the moment when the last of the siblings is formed, Hagoromo can see thanks to the fluctuations of the chakra; that a piece of unknown soul seems to have appeared during the end of the process of creation of the bijuu through a kind of fault between the worlds that closes itself immediately after expelling the soul in question.
As the masses of vital energies condense, Hagoromo approaches the thing that disturbs him during his technique.
Quite intrigued by this spirit that does not seem to have anything in common with all those he has seen during his rather long life.
Observing him for a while thanks to his byakugan as well as his ability to see the vital energy, the wise man seeming to remain planted there for several minutes to fix a point unknown to any human eye.
"What are you?" Hagoromo asks for a voice full of fatigue and pain as he approaches the small ball of blue light always floating a good meter from the ground in a kind of stationary flight.
He asks her knowing full well that she, a ball of intertwined emotions, remains of confused thoughts and pieces of vital energy cannot answer him, not even being able to think and have a conscience.
He asks her knowing full well that she, a ball of intertwined emotions, remains of confused thoughts and pieces of vital energy cannot answer him, not even being able to think and have a conscience.
While the wise man is still observing the end of energy, he suddenly begins to tremble before approaching at full speed the Ichibi that is forming, as if irresistibly attracted to the latter.
"No." Hagoromo rushes to position himself between the bijuu and the intruder. But not being able to prevent the latter from crossing it as if he did not exist to then rush on the other, reaching him quickly and inserting himself into the mass of chakra still in formation.
The wise old man can only stay there and observe, intrigued by the strange phenomenon.
While the unknown soul now in the body of Ichibi and the soul in formation of the latter seem to mix to gradually form a third soul in place of these two.
The whole takes only a few minutes for the two incomplete souls to finally disappear completely in the creation of the story, dying and reborn together in one.
"Well... it was amazing." That's all the Rikudo sennin can say when he sees the giant baby tanuki end up forming completely, taking physical shape. But always being, like his brothers and sisters, in a state of stasis and sleep. This one being for the moment the only one to have acquired a complete soul, those others still creating themselves.
The great sage then gathers them all thanks to his own energy despite the pain and fatigue overwhelming him. Putting them in circles around him, always extremely perplexed about what happened to his youngest.
He temporarily drops it by lying on the floor to take a well-deserved rest. Aware that his children will probably take days or even weeks to fully train and wake up.
"I have a little time.." Hagoromo whispers as he feels his eyes close, falling asleep deeply in the great satisfaction of having succeeded in protecting this world.
2 ~ Awakening ~
"Hm."
The wise man of the six makes a slight growl as he wakes up. A throbbing pain is still present throughout his body.
He refrains from reacting once again to the pain while he gets up painfully, quickly getting on his feet despite his condition.
He looks up to see a dark night sky again, little covered. The only two things that have really changed since he sank into the limbo are the position of the stars in the sky and the shape of the moon, a sign that at least several days have passed since then.
"Maybe the children have finished their creative processes?" He wonders not knowing exactly how much time has passed from the moment he left the new beings.
He then gets closer to the position of Isobu the Sanbi to see a kind of giant turtle who has a complete physical shape now and the waves of chakras surrounding it previously having mostly disappeared, which can make anyone believe that the creature is only sleeping deeply.
But this does not deceive someone of the caliber of the Rikudo Sennin who has the ability to see the souls themselves, who can with this immediately understand that, although his "physical" form is finished, the essence of his son is not yet complete. Still making him a semi-living and unconscious creature, like the Juubi, at least until the ritual is over. Something that can't be long.
Hagoromo then understands that it will take a little longer before his creations wake up. Then he turns silently to walk towards his little one.
He therefore joins the Ichibi position to see his doubts prove. Seeing the shape of the said complete bijuu both at the physical level and at the level of gasoline. The new being seems about to open his eyes for the first time from one minute to the next.
"Hello my son." Gently told Hagoromo
Approaching him with a strange feeling of happiness in his heart as the form his latest born begins to agitate, his heavy eyelids trembling several seconds before opening slowly, revealing a yellow pupil eye on a black sclera. The one showing everything with a confused expression and Surprise.
\Point of view 'Shukaku' a few days earlier /
"O my all-powerful God, it's so good."
In a luxurious New York apartment in the center, until then as silent as in a church, an exclamation of surprise resounds, coming from the only occupied room of the place.
The room.
In it, you can see a man in his thirties at most in a tailored position on his bed and glued to the big TV at the other end of the imposing room, wearing as clothing an elegant costar for several thousand dollars a little crumpled.
This man, a bowl of popcorn with sugar in his hand, can only wear a special expression for someone like him on his face, divided between excitement, apprehension and a certain fear. While he cannot look away from the screen in front of him.
This one showing a scene where you can see a beast of several tens of meters that seems to be made entirely of sand facing a toad also of several tens of meters that fights with an equally large sword.
"If I had known earlier how bomb this thing was, I would have started it a long time ago instead of letting it hang around for all this so much on my waiting list." The young man comments while swallowing a handful of popcorn, completely indifferent to the world around, absorbed by this anime he recently discovered.
"Fichus Netflix summaries with nuts." He adds while the giant toad he thinks is Gamatunda or something like that makes a huge jump over the sand beast before spitting a few sheaves of boiling water in the face, before the latter replicates with several air balls that he Shoots on the projectiles of his enemy, making a small explosion that sends masses of water everywhere, causes a quick little rain all over the place of the fight.
"Even if I much prefer the fight against the other funny one by sticking green." He admits by remembering the terrifying and exciting clashes he had seen a few days earlier.
"That was potato.." He visualizes again in his head the battle that lasted a whole episode and which combined techniques and incredible blow on both sides and must surely have been the time Of the most stressful confrontations he has seen of this anime, if he forgets the one in the land of the waves.
But he stops thinking about it and gets back to the current fight when the Gatadunta grabs the demon with tails and turns into Kyubi.
"This is the time for the great outcome!"
The man exults and makes small angry movements with his hands, not remembering having already been as tense as now, whether watching anime or in reality, watching the kid jump to reach the red kid who seems to be controlled by the Creature.
He is about to see the heads of the two teenagers collide when there is a sudden stop on image, causing the scene to stop while the two fronts are only a few centimeters apart.
"What?!?" The man can only make a small exclamation of irritation in the face of the problem that his TV seems to have before walling himself in an uncomfortable silence while waiting for him to walk again. When a few minutes have passed and still nothing happens, the spectator then takes his phone and calls a special number on his mobile phone.
"Alfreeed!" The man speaks slowly in an annoyed voice.
"The TV is broken."
"What do you mean you're not a computer scientist?" He asks in a surprised voice when he hears his butler's answer.
"But why am I paying you?"
"But I don't care if you're sorry. He responds tactlessly to his apologies.
"Well, come back quickly... and don't forget to have spaghetti on the road." He adds.
"That's it, yeah." He finishes before turning off his mobile phone, ending the call.
"Crétin va" He whispers, carelessly throwing the device on his mattress and getting up to approach his TV.
"Well, let's see" He speaks for himself by examining his screen always blocked and crackling.
"How does it work?"
'It doesn't have to be very complicated, it's like the economy, it can be learned on its own, right?" He rhetorically asks no one by passing his two hands behind his TV in search of the problem.
"Three times nothing."
He barely has time to articulate this sentence, when he begins to stretch as if he had received a blow before falling to the ground and began to convulsing for several minutes to finally stop moving.
3 ~ Awareness ~
\POV New Shukaku /
"Note to myself." I think while I feel drifting into the almost tangible darkness that surrounds me, being deprived at the same time of all my five senses.
"Read the manual before trying to repair anything electronic... and don't be smart when you don't know something."
"If I ever see an electronic thing again one day." I breathe a non-physical sigh by continuing to sink into infinite darkness, like a branch carried away by a river that has no end.
"Because for now, I look doomed to stay here forever given the time I have already spent in this "place"."
"By the way, how much time have I already spent?" I end up wondering without really being able to answer this question, the deprivation of all my senses preventing me from seeing any difference in this place that could help me locate myself in time.
"He doesn't prevent." I growl with annoyance after giving up trying to answer my question.
"Dying by connecting two wires badly... there's nothing to say, it stinks really good anyway."
I did the opposite of everyone in the end; I succeeded in my life, but I messed up my death.
"If only I had been crushed by a truck." I grumbled with despair
I would already be reincarnated in such a fantasy universe with such completely farted power. And I would already be screwing beasts of legends with extreme ease and also building a harem with a dozen dream girls who would all fall madly in love with me in two good days thanks to my beauty and my foolproof charisma.
Or thanks to a completely farted scenario, I leave it to the choice.
Oh yes, if only the shinigami truck-kun had done me the honor to choose myself.
Frankly, the afterlife is really the thing that I Fear the most in the world.
After what could be days or just minutes drifting into infinity, my thoughts of languishing are interrupted when I feel pushed to an unknown point.
As if a force against which I could not fight had grabbed me and pulled me in his direction.
I quickly stop fighting in the face of this immense force, because I am both aware that I can't get out of it and both looking for anything that could break my monotony.
Seriously, if it's to leave this place of misfortune, I'm ready to agree to go...
No matter where.
Even reincarnate in the world of vampire knight.
Well, maybe not. I like not to make myself
Shit.
A few minutes pass and I end up being as crushed by the same unstoppable force making me as broken and divided, to be then recomposed.
That's when I fainted.
I regain consciousness after I don't know how long, feeling a kind of fatigue in all my members. The feeling of the cold and hard ground under my skin. But always immersed in this endless darkness.
Wait... my members?
"I haven't had any since... I don't know."
I think, shocked by this discovery and by feeling again what it feels like to have a body.
I suddenly realize that this time the darkness around me is not actually the environment itself, but is just due to the fact that my eyes are always closed.
"Do I have eyes?" I am, deeply shaken, more accustomed to having this for a while, I think.
"Hello my son." I suddenly hear not far from me. Cutting me off in my thoughts.
A masculine, sweet as a father seeing his little child for the first time in months of absence, kind but also marked by a wisdom that can only come with an advanced age.
"Wait... is he talking to me?" I am surprised to realize without really knowing that there is no one else in this place except the unknown and me.
Ohh no pity, that I don't have to suffer again from the experience of birth.
Especially with an adult consciousness.
Please my great god who is so nice to me
Following that and after realizing that I was obviously not being born. I reopen my eyes for the first time in ages, taking up this movement to which I was no longer used to. Having almost forgotten it.
The vision hurts my eyes a little, more because of the lack of habit than because of the light that is not present, before I slowly get used to it. Being able to gradually discern a night made of stars and below a flat and a little woody terrain that is poorly discernable because of the lack of light.
"Are you all right, son?" The same soft voice coming from behind me asks me again, with a shade of worry with which I am not really common.
I quickly turn my head to the right to see a very small man, the size of a young mouse.
Finally man... it's quickly relative. Man if you forget a little the two little horns on the top of his head, the gray complexion, the red eye in the middle of his forehead and what I think are... purple eyes with lots of small circles on their pupils if I can see well despite the distance and the small size of kon interlocutor.
In addition, the old man wears a necklace composed of six black things... magatama?
If my knowledge is good.
He also has bristly and gray hair. With a long beard on the chin.
"H-Hello..." I have a hard time articulating, not having spoken since... no idea.
"Is it to me that... that you speak old man?" I persevere despite my hesitant voice, determined to see where I am and what my situation is.
The old man nods his head to confirm, flying away to reach the height of my desires.
Thus getting much closer to me, allowing me to see his proud smile.
"That's right, my son."
"Wait... You... Are you my father?" I do, a little shocked by the revelation.
"But... how is it done? You are so tiny." I answer and ask him when he shakes his head again. Perplexed when it comes to the fact that a small ants like him can generate someone from above less what? A hundred times his body.
"If you want to know, it's possible... but I didn't create you the way you think." He assures me by not forgetting to add the other information at the last minute.
"Oh and by the way..." He adds as if it were not important by designating me.
"It's not me who's "tiny"... you're the one who's gigantic."
I look at this remark, ready to see him laughing, before taking a few glances around me to see that the earth is not so ready... and that the trees seen earlier are in fact also all tiny.
Before lowering my eyes to see my hands all but human
Gasp*
"D'accoooord..." I do, almost not hurt so much I have received shocking information lately.
"But it doesn't explain how a being with such a different size could have given birth to me."
"Do you see Shukaku.." The wise man begins with a man's gaze that remembers his whole life.
By calling me with a term that is strangely familiar to me.
\Ellipse, you already know the story /
"And that's how you were born." The old wise man ends by designating me
"You, Shukaku, the last of the Bijuu."
"Shukaku..." I whisper, thoughtful, gradually accepting my new self.
"So this is my new name."
"Shukaku the demon with a tail. The Ichibi.." I repeat myself, seeming to hear something already known to me.
"F-Father" I turn to this one and articulate, still a little not used to calling someone a father again.
"I know that this is certainly not the first thing you expected me to ask but... Is there a source of water in Proximity?"
My new father raises his eyebrows in astonishment for a few seconds before turning in one direction and floating there, always in the air. I am implicitly giving me the way to follow.
Our journey is not really quiet, it is mainly made of me trying hard to walk with my kinds of two big patounes and only tripping and falling every thirty meters.
As well as the old sage who is actually called Hagoromo who stops to wait for me every two minutes.
We end up arriving in front of a small pond, in my opinion, a big lake in short.
And I use this one to see me.
"That's what I was thinking..." I say for myself seeing the muzzle, shape and tail so recognizable. In addition to the supernatural sand that seems to emanate from me.
I reincarnated in the anime I devoured in my previous life.
And in the body of the giga badass monster that lives in people's bodies and scares everyone.
"At least I don't have to worry about the power potential." I am reassured after a few minutes of silence.
"But I am destined to be locked in a kid and make him psychopathic and hated." I add immediately by remembering the anime.
Unless it is already produced...
No, impossible.
"I was barely born. And this man just told me that he or his mother came up with invented the Ninjutsu not so long ago." I immediately sweep away this stupid hypothesis, the morale a little diminished knowing that my future is to be in a child.
Very strange as a sentence.
"And so..." I break the silence that had settled for a while between me and my... father.
"The others, the others bijuu." I start by thinking about my new brothers and sisters
"They too are..."
"No" cuts Me Hagoromo right away.
"Their souls strictly speaking are natural, yours is rather a kind of recycling."
"Why did you need me to be done differently?" I question him by raising an eyebrow, a little intrigued.
"In fact..." The old man starts by displaying a slightly embarrassed smile.
"It's more of an accident than anything else, you weren't supposed to be different from your brothers and sisters On anything, if we forget the form well... sure."
"It was your soul that came back from itself and mixed with that of my son still in a long process of creation."
"It's that I may have had to be too fast or make a mistake because of fatigue and stress while making my last one." He theorizes by raising his eyes to the sky to reflect and holding his chin with his finger.
"Anyway." He sweeps himself in front of me, bowing to me as an apology.
"I am sincerely sorry to have torn you away from your life before, my apologies."
"It's nothing." I quickly interrupt him by sweeping my hand to support my words.
"I was already dead anyway."
"I can even admit that you gave me a proud candle." I concede him, making him regain a serene and happy face.
"So..." I suddenly change the subject to ask him if I can do anything.
"Can I meet my brothers and sisters?"
After all, I have never been the only son. And I have always dreamed of being brothers, so I have eight others.
In addition, if I am like that, I can't wait to see the heads of others, even if I know that I am surely the most stylish and impressive.
And above all, if I understood this story of nine demons each with their own number of tails, which symbolize their power.
The new one, Kurama if I remember correctly, must be the famous grumpy fox stuck in the body of my overexcited blond and favorite ramen eater.
The wise man looks a little surprised before taking a face that easily shows his great joy before moving on to a new expression of sympathetic embarrassment.
"In fact, to be honest." He explains to me by scratching the back of his head.
"Thanks to your soul already done, the process was rather fast."
"Most of your brothers and sisters still have them for a few days." He ends, making me sink with disappointment.
"Good good..." I'm a little bored after this wait.
"Do we have anything to pass the time?" I ask, not really resolved to wait without doing anything for so long.
The wise man then floats to a small rock before landing to gently land on it. Sitting with his legs crossed, always wearing a happy little smile.
"What if I told you about this world and explained to you the principle of the chakra?"
I don't own anything. The credit goes to Zenox007 from Webnovel.
He is a French writer, so I decided to translate his work on this platform.
Enjoy.