NSFW Good Luck Smiles On The Daring Waifu Catalog SI

by ThrowAway675

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6. Chapter 6

Honestly, drinking the Essence of the Inviolate Self, which tasted absolutely disgusting beyond words by the way, didn't really change anything at first until I realized just how absolutely broken it was.

How?

Well, I exited my Grand Manor and appeared back in Konoha simply by willing myself there. Without a portal. Something that was explicitly required to enter or exit the Pocket Dimension.

Inviolate Freedom. No matter what I do, no matter where I go, I can do anything, go anywhere, simply because if I want to, there's nothing that can stop me. Provided it's somewhat within my abilities and powers, at the very least.

It's unnerving to realize that even the few limitations I had come to accept from the Waifu Catalog no longer applied.

[+4 IMG Tickets. 1 for Copied Heritage Template: Outsider, Psychopomp, Wendigo, and Transhumanism.]

Woah. I had 4 IMG Tickets?!

... This is probably going to piss off a lot of the Higher Ups.

[IMG Tickets: -2. Credits: +2,000.]

Now, why on earth would I trade in an IMG Ticket for mere Credits?

For that matter, why would I trade in two IMG Tickets?!

Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.

[Template Stacking I: Master Xehanort [Kingdom Hearts] for -1,260.

The Blade of Endings: For Meraki. -1,000

689 Credits Remaining.]

I told you I'd buy it if I had the spare credits.

And, really, what would I do with IMG Tickets? Not like I'd really need another Binding when I'm already absolutely broken already... Although...

[IMG Ticket: -1. Second Binding: Shroud of Power.

Shroud of Power: -60.

Elemental Shroud: [Fearful]Darkness. -20.

Prismatic Shroud: [Glorious]Light. -14.

[Burial]Death. -30.

[Cyber]Technology. -36.

[Dream]Mind. -44.

[Primal]Fauna. -50.

Elemental Loom. -50.

Deep Weave. -25.

Three Piece Suit [9]: -135.

Complimentary Colors: Orochimaru. -25.

Other Controls:

Conjunction. -25.

Apportation. -25.

Nine-Tenths Law [3]. -90.

59 Credits Remaining.]

Did I really just waste an entire Secondary Binding in order to get the Shroud of Power in order to make my abilities even more fiat-backed and purchased all these things in order to make myself even more broken?

Mmm, no.

Actually, I did it because getting Apportation and Conjunction was just too convenient not to get them, and I had no desire to deal with bringing Xenomorphs into the world.

Again, all this stuff I purchased was stuff I could already do, it just makes it more... hmm, fun for me to waste Tickets knowing that said higher ups probably were hoping I'd use it on something more attached to me.

Well, that, and I had a lot of ideas.

See, Alex Mercer is a Tinker of Blacklight. Morgan Yu is both the creator of the Psychoscope, as well as a part of the Typhon, a Hive Mind esque entity unto themselves that held the collective knowledge of every scientist on board the Talos One by the end of the game.

Master Xehanort is a Tinker of the Heart. He had spent decades learning and mastering the heart and how it worked, so much a part of his nature that even when he lost his memories as Terranort, long story, he still went into researching the heart and how it operates.

Including how to turn people into Nobodies and Heartless. To split the body from the heart, and both carry on as separate entities.

That's without getting into the Templates of everything else I've collected thus far. Alucard is the Father of Vampires, Ryouman Sukuna is the King of Curses, Eneru built his own spaceship from what I could recall, Bonesaw... is Bonesaw, and I have Orochimaru as part of my retinue, and thus, a part of me.

All working under the guise of the greatest Tinker that had ever lived, Dragon's Template of breaking down and rebuilding... Tinker... builds.

[Template Stacking I: Armsmaster/Collin Wallis for Neji Hyuga. -20.

Template Stacking I: Dauntless/Shawn for Tenten. -20.

19 Credits Remaining.]

"Well, that's fucking terrifying." Dad commented over breakfast as I cackled gleefully, my eyes glinting with unholy glee.

Efficiency... Charges over time... Time loops...

"I will rain absolute hell upon them all. Mwahahahaha!" I cackled.

Mom snorted. "Someone's excited for the Chunin Exams." She sighed fondly. "I remember my Chunin Exams. The looks they gave me when they thought I was a little fan-girl. They didn't make that mistake twice." She cackled, our cackling conjoined in the dining room making Dad look especially pale as he seemed to look nervous.

"Please, please, leave them alive, son. The paperwork for filing the dead during the Exams... It's absurd!" Dad begged as I stopped cackling, my face relaxed as I nodded solemnly.

"I won't kill any of them." I commented lightly. I won't need to lift a finger.

Dad looked relieved.

Mom's dark grin widened as her eyes glinted. "Oh, dear, I think I forgot to mention, that I have a bet going with Naruko. I told her if she could 'clean up the trash' during the Chunin Exams, we'd be going out on a vacation, giving her and Shikamaru a good month all by themselves. But only if she did really well during the Exams, and held nothing back."

Dad's face paled. "Oh no." He whispered gravely.

I smiled as a thought occurred to me. "Yep, and Yakumo's eligible for entering the Chunin Exams. Since she doesn't have a Team, she'll be going solo, but she's been doing quite well since I helped her with Genjutsu."

Mom's eyes glinted. "Yakumo? The Heiress of the Kurama Clan? I don't think you've mentioned her to us yet."

I kept my face carefully blank. "Oh, well, yeah, she's a fellow shinobi of Konoha. She reminded me a lot of Naruko since apparently her abilities caused her to develop a secondary homicidal consciousness since she was unable to master her abilities. So, after helping her master her gifts as a Genjutsu Mistress, she's easily the strongest Genjutsu user I know, barring some exceptions."

Mom smiled, smelling blood in the water. "Oh? Reminds you of Naruko, hmm? And does Naruko know of Yakumo?" She asked with some false curiosity.

"I think so. I've never hidden my involvements in making sure that the people I care about are well and happy." I said bluntly.

Mom's smile widened. "Dear, I think our son is a bit of a heart breaker. My, my, and how many other 'fellow kunoichi' have you been helping lately without telling us?"

A cough echoed. "Is now a bad time?" A smooth voice echoed, and we turned to see Orochimaru smiling politely.

"Hello, Shikamaru-kun. I really do have to thank you so much for helping me. I simply had to stop by in order to finally meet you face to face in person." She purred, her yellow eyes looking over me hungrily.

Dad's face paled even further as Mom's eyes flashed as she looked like she had found a prey in her sights. "Oh my, I didn't realize you knew my son, Orochimaru, the Snake Sage. Tell me how you knew about him, and more importantly, how he helped you?" Mom asked sweetly.

Orochimaru's yellow eyes turned briefly to Mom, a cold analyzing gaze that quickly turned warm as apparently she approved of whatever she had been looking for. "Gladly, Yoshino Nara." Orochimaru said smoothly, sitting down next to me as she seemed to shiver, licking her lips.

"What do the two of you know of Reincarnation? And Multiverse Theory?"

Oh dear. I think I may have introduced two women who never should have met.

"I know that Reincarnation is a possibility, but I don't know anything about this 'Multiverse' Theory you speak of." Mom said bluntly, drinking her tea.

Orochimaru nodded. "Good. Then this is even easier to explain: Shikamaru is a Reincarnate of another person from outside our world, maybe even outside our reality. Likely the memories, or at least the skills, of the past life came back around the time of graduating from the Academy."

She looked at me curiously, eagerly waiting to see confirmation of her hypothesis.

"Past lives." I corrected quietly. I raised a hand, able to recall at least some memories of how magic worked.

Floating static images appeared next to me. Gojo Satoru. Accelerator. Alex Mercer. Dragon. Misogi Kumogawa. Master Xehanort. Alucard from Hellsing. Morgan Yu from Prey. Hagoromo Otsutsuki [Technically, since I got his chakra recombined into recreating the Rinnegan].

"So many." Mom breathed, her eyes locking onto each one before looking at me with pride.

"Fascinating. To be the connection to so many past lives." Orochimaru said breathlessly, her eyes barely focusing on the old man with the Rinnegan before she turned her gaze to the others.

"What were, are, their names? Do you remember what they were capable of? Can you replicate all of their abilities? Do you still feel like yourself?" Orochimaru asked rapidly, taking out a notepad from... somewhere, I suppose.

"Gojo Satoru. Accelerator. Alex Mercer." I went down the list of naming each one before I continued to answer her questions with a thoughtful look on my face. "The clearest memories I have are of Gojo Satoru, who proclaimed himself the Honored One. The others vary to different degrees, but I am fully capable of replicating the abilities they had in life. This power I used to show their images is one of them: the ability to use magic in order to create a visual image."

"I still feel like me, just... more. If that makes any sense." I mused, as Orochimaru nodded rapidly.

"Absolutely. No matter what body I inhabit, I am still Orochimaru. The body may change, the brain may differentiate from one to another, but the soul, the sense of self, is still present."

Dad continued to stare at Accelerator's image. "What was he capable of?" Dad asked quietly. I shrugged.

"Vector Manipulation." I said shortly.

Orochimaru's yellow eyes glowed as they widened in awe. "Are you serious?" She asked seriously, her eyes pinning me down. I nodded.

"Yoshino, Shikaku. Everything that has a magnitude and direction, in other words, anything that has mass, is considered a vector. Forget S-ranks, Shikamaru here could absolutely end this world and everyone in it without blinking an eye." She breathed as she explained excitedly to the other two, with Dad's face paling as Yoshino's eyes gleamed with even more pride.

"What about 'Alex Mercer'?" She asked excitedly. I raised my hand, shifting it into the red and black flesh of Blacklight as it writhed and wriggled for a moment.

"Blacklight. A living, sentient, virus. I'm not contagious unless I want to be, but it's absolutely lethal. Has a... 80% mortality rate, an extremely high infection rate, being an R35, an r-naught of 35 meaning that one person infected can spread it up to 35 people within a casual encounter, and a whole host of things related to the virus, including a form of immortality for those he infects, for they become a part of his Hive Mind."

Orochimaru licked her lips. "So not only are you capable of knocking this planet off of its orbit around our star, you can effectively infect the entire world before it has a chance to mount a vaccine, if a vaccine is even possible."

Mom spoke up, looking troubled. "How do you handle so many minds, honey? Are you okay?" She looked concerned for me now, her eyes watching me carefully.

I nodded. "Absolutely. My unique variation of Blacklight not only keeps me from being driven nuts by so many voices in my head, but it even stabilizes them, makes them calm subjects rather than unwilling mental background noise. They are all 'alive' and 'aware', simply without a body of their own to use. I am the Master of my own dominion."

She nodded with satisfaction. "Good."

Orochimaru nodded with similar satisfaction. "Excellent. I've only switched into fully willing Hosts in order to avoid such issues, but I may see about studying Blacklight to see if I can replicate it."

I raised an eyebrow. "You already... are a part of Blacklight." I said slowly. "All those I deem close to me, I've already attached to my domain, with the exceptions of those I believe would be hostile to such a change. Mom was left unchanged since I didn't know if she'd want to be stuck with pseudo-immortality, same with Dad, but I am a selfish individual. I'm not going to let go of what I think is mine." I finished honestly.

Orochimaru's face went blank. "Truly? You're capable of such a thing?" She asked carefully.

Orochimaru, I have seen your heart. I have seen your desires. I see you, and you are mine. Mine in body, mine in soul, and mine in heart. The multiverse awaits us. I'm merely waiting for the next Chunin Exams before we depart.

Orochimaru's eyes widened as I spoke to her through the Social Club and Conjunction simultaneously. She trembled for a moment.

How long have I waited for this moment? How long have I dreamed to meet someone whose ambitions would be equal or even superior to mine? I almost believed myself alone in this world, adrift as a light among all of these animals. I will wait impatiently for the day we set our sights beyond this universe. An entire multiverse to explore, to study. There is no other for me.

Dad looked shaken at the idea that I could give immortality, and mom smiled sadly, her eyes filling with tears. "I know I'll always love you, and I know I'll miss you dearly when you leave to have your adventures." She said quietly.

"I will always be proud of you, son." She cried as she walked around the table and hugged me, her tears soaking my shirt as I pat her shoulder gently.

She pulled back, her face shining with glee. "Now, I don't care how many children you have, or with whom, or where, but I will absolutely want to spoil all of my grand children rotten. All of them, mister." She poked me in the chest as she smiled.

I laughed. "Of course, mom. I'll definitely make sure to bring them all around for you to hug them all and probably give them all a sweet tooth if I don't give it to them myself."

She nodded with satisfaction. "Good."

Dad spoke up quietly. "Death is a part of life, son. I've made my peace with it for so many years." He looked at me, conflicted. "I won't begrudge you and your abilities, but I will eventually wish to make peace and be with the Nara Clan after I pass." He admitted roughly.

I nodded. "I know. It's why I didn't offer it." I said quietly.

He nodded, his face relaxing as he saw I wasn't hurt by his honesty. Mom rolled her eyes. "Men," she complained, "always acting like it's the end of the world with death and war. Bah!" She snorted jokingly as she smiled, showing she was kidding.

Orochimaru raised her arms to the air. "Absolutely! Finally! Oh my Yami, I cannot believe how soft my sensei has gotten! Filled with regrets and always apologizing to me about how he failed me like he had failed Naruko! Just get over it! It happened! Move on! We have lives to live! Things to do! Ugh!" She said with exasperation, her yellow eyes gleaming with relief at finally meeting someone who understood her.

"Excuse me?" I asked calmly, my cup of tea shattering in my hands.

Wendy had seen a lot in her eternities as Death. It came with the job. She was the one who guided those to their perspective afterlives, the one who consumed those utterly drenched in sin, the one who did her job to ensure that all would meet their eventual ends in the cycle. All things bowed to Death.

Except that Meraki was not just any individual anymore. Meraki wasn't even considered a Truth, a God, a Concept, wrapped in Mortal flesh anymore. He was more akin to a force of nature now, his very existence now embedded into the framework of all universes within his range.

A force of nature equal to herself, in fact, if not slightly above her, since Meraki was more than capable of altering down or even removing a fundamental part of reality in it's entirety.

So, it made her nervous when Meraki lost his shit. She hadn't seen anything like this since that one cluster of universes where a multidimensional worm went homicidal on a bunch of universes simultaneously.

The X-blade in combination with Elizabeth's power to create Tears through parallel universes was absolutely horrifying. She witnessed entire worlds being eviscerated, entire potential universes withering and dying in the vine as Meraki's cold gaze showed no kindness, no compassion. The X-blade shook violently as trillions upon trillions of hearts, of souls, poured through it and into Kingdom Hearts.

Meraki stepped through universe after universe, the X-blade easily cutting down entire armies of demons and monsters alike. Each universe deemed fit for destruction as Meraki judged them all using his mastery of the Six Eyes to read the souls of those whose sins and cruelty outweighed their compassion. Meraki listened to none of their pleas, none of their begging for mercy, as he cut them down through each timeline with unnatural precision.

It was... in a way, to be expected. Meraki has reached his breaking point with stupidity, and he's taking it out on them because the ones who harmed Orochimaru are already dead. He's tearing through the local multiverse, and indirectly harvesting their negative emotions to fuel himself even further.

Meraki roared with rage as he stepped into a universe where Naruko died from the poison that old man had given her, raising his X-blade toward the sky. "Ultima!" He roared. The entire universe was erased, a flash of white, and nothing remained.

Meraki's hand reached through to the next universe, his hand clenched on the throat of a Sasuke in the midst of trying to stab through Naruto with the Chidori. His hand squeezed, and Sasuke's head exploded, the Chidori utterly ignored.

Itachi's eyes widened in horror as Meraki ignored Tsukuyomi, his blue eyes staring at Itachi impassively as his X-blade cleaved Itachi in half, Naruko passing out behind him.

Orochimaru screamed as his soul was burned from the inside out, the X-blade destroying his soul from within as Naruko passed out from the Curse Mark, the soul shard within removed and incinerated.

Danzo's deaths numbered in the hundreds of thousands, Izanagi ignored as the X-blade laughed in the face of a pathetic jutsu designed to rewrite fate, it's power being multitudes upon multitudes stronger and vaster than any a mortal could use against it.

Madara stood no chance as Meraki casually removed the moon from existence, unable to act as Meraki tore out his heart, both literally and figuratively with his hand covered in darkness.

In other universes, the Otsutsuki Clan was being dismantled, slaughtered, and their hearts stolen, their minds and bodies turned into mere husks, turned into Nobodies.

Across the local multiverse, countless died as Meraki decided some universes were just too stupid to live.

"Meraki?" She asked hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

I will be. I just needed to vent. It wasn't like I was harming innocents.

Wendy nodded. That was true. The sheer amount of souls, of 'hearts' as Meraki referred to them, was not an insubstantial amount.

She made a mental note to send Meraki toward one of her other Champion's way at some point.

Surely Meraki could deal with all the legions of Hell in every reality and give back Daisy to her Champion in that universe. It wasn't like he wasn't wielding the equivalent of a universe's worth of holy energy in the X-blade and then some.

Meraki took several deep breaths. "I'm washing my hands of them after the Chunin Exams. I'll leave a True Clone or something, but staying in a village surrounded by those... those... things, is liable to turn me into Geto Suguru." He admitted roughly.

Wendy nodded. "They'd have deserved it, but it wouldn't make you feel better in the end. So, what now?" She asked patiently.

Meraki shrugged. "I'm thinking I'll take a break for a bit. Might touch base with Sayuri since it's been a while since I've actually checked in on her. Might give her the closure of 'killing' Danzo, and then let you do whatever you want with him."

Wendy licked her lips. "That sounds like am excellent idea, Meraki." She purred.

Danzo would become a Wendigo, but not just any Wendigo. She had plans for this one.

Meraki sighed, dismissing the X-blade. "I'm only human, I suppose. I could handle Naruko's treatment because at least I could, in a way, understand it. The fact that they treated Orochimaru like that, it turns it into a pattern. And that makes it beyond forgivable in my eyes." Meraki said coldly.

She shivered under those cold blue eyes, a brief window into the sheer unstoppable force of nature that was Meraki. To end entire universes, entire realities, in less than a minute. Regardless of the fact that Meraki could use All Fiction to undo his actions if he wanted to, Meraki did not show remorse. He did not show regret. In a way, like a force of nature, he was just as much detached from humanity as she was, even if Meraki also embodied the connections and creativity that formed the center of his Concept.

She was absolutely enraptured by him. She'd seen glimpses of him as Shikamaru, but she had never anticipated what exactly she'd been cultivating.

Meraki winked at her, and she felt herself getting flustered. Of course Meraki could tell she was infatuated with him.

She licked her lips. "Do you have some spare time for another reunion, Meraki?" She purred, her hands reaching out to touch the entity as he grinned.

A screw appeared in her left shoulder, raising her excitement, but before she could do anything else, she saw Meraki's eyes glow yellow for a moment.

"I'm taking you for a spin, Wendy. I'm in need of stress relief, and you're perfect for the role. The safe word is "Sea Salt". Stopza."

She couldn't move, but she could feel him getting so much more rough with her, and she couldn't think of anything else.

The only word she kept mentally repeating was 'More!'.

It was supposed to be a momentous occasion, a Chunin Exams with all Five of the Great Villages participating in order to extend an olive branch to this relatively new system created by the Lord of Honor. And yet, that same momentous occasion had been tarnished by the betrayal of Kumogakure.

Now it would be the Chunin Exams of the Great Four Villages, for the Lord of Honor had struck down Kumogakure for their arrogance, his power felt across the world as the entire mountain had been annihilated down to its base, with the village built on top of it erased from reality entirely.

Of course, there were always minor villages clamoring to enter the Chunin Exams, eager to prove themselves as worthy of being among the Great Five, now the Great Four. The newly created minor village of the Sound was entering into the Chunin Exams, as was the 'minor' village of the Rain, though now talks were being considered of elevating Amegakure into the status of a Great Village.

Of course, the Chunin Exams would be held in the Land of Fire, in Konoha, as the Mantle of Heaven, Hiruzen Sarutobi, had decreed this year was the year where the exams would be held in his village.

The Lord of Honor had even gone so far as to alter the Exams themselves. Every member entering the exams knew that even if the Lord of Honor was not physically present, His gaze would be on each and every one of them, the Genin hopefuls well aware that the Lord of Honor was not above slaughtering them if they acted foolishly.

One of the new systems put into place was that all members were required to sign waivers in case they died or were so heavily disabled that they could no longer be shinobi, and a Contract indicating that they would remain faithful to the Lord of Honor for all time, living or dead. Many Genin were uncertain if that was to be taken in face value, but given as one of His chosen, Orochimaru, had been able to resurrect some of Konoha's fallen to monitor the Exams, they were not inclined to think it a lie.

All deaths were considered a 'loss' in the exams, and while the members of the exams were promised to be resurrected, they would be unable to continue to participate in the exams for the rest of its continuation until the next one.

It was discomforting to the civilians that many shinobi had barely bat an eye at the fact that the rules of nature were being defiled and destroyed so utterly in front of them, but to the shinobi, it was nothing new, as the Lord of Honor simply took their abilities as shinobi to a higher level than any could achieve normally. Some prodigies even hoped they could eventually match the Lord of Honor in strength, even if they were aware it was simply the arrogance of youth in the end.

"So, preparations are done. What do you think?" Gojo Satoru asked cheerfully, his blue eyes looking over the completely redone and modified Chunin Exams.

"I think this is absolutely insane. I love it." Anko said with glee, her eyes looking at all the cameras, sensors, and technology.

This was the Central Hub Network. Out there, a genjutsu would be placed to put every contestant unconscious, and they'd be hooked up to a series of networks where they would enter a virtual reality, where they'd be participating in the first Virtual Chunin Exams.

It was a middle-ground. Those who died would simply wake up in their pods, with their chakra sealed off as they would be receiving their scores and where they failed. Those who did well in the exams up until the moment they died were still eligible for promotion, but they were merely placed in what Gojo Satoru called "Spectator Mode" where they'd be forced to use the senses of their killer to see through the rest of the exams. In this, all would learn from one another, whether they wanted to or not.

Gojo Satoru had been hired on by the Third Hokage as the Architect of this new Exams. The man was considered at least as strong as the Hokage, after being placed in a test simulation where it had been all of Konoha versus Gojo Satoru.

To which they had all lost, badly. The closest to even scratch him had been Kakashi Hatake, who revealed that his inheritance from Obito Uchiha had, in fact, evolved into a Mangekyo Sharingan.

Even in an 99% accurate simulation between Gojo Satoru and all of the past Hokage had ended in a loss for most, with what could be considered a 'draw' to the Second Hokage, who had to keep spamming his Flying Thunder God in order to actually bypass Gojo's Limitless, and then eventually led to sealing him away using Fuinjutsu, at the cost of his own life with the Reaper Death Seal.

The new technology allowed Gojo Satoru and the researchers he hired, being an entirely separate division he simply referred to as "The Organization", to create different simulations, different tests, that were tailored to work on each Genin's strengths and weaknesses, though that was only for the First Exam.

The Second Exam was a survival/reconnaissance effort, with all of them thrown in with various conflicting objectives, and to reach the center of what Gojo simply referred to as the Graveyard. There the finale would commence, the final Exam being a free-for-all where only one member could reach the top of the virtual summit, as the Graveyard had various mountains and valleys that formed it.

Where the last Genin, the survivor, the victor, would have to face the most dangerous task of the entire Chunin Exams, something that Gojo Satoru had refused to comment or share, saying it would be a 'surprise'.

It didn't help that the Jonin teachers had been 'volunteered', read: ordered, to test the Exam simulation themselves up until they reached the Third Exams.

It came as a surprise to many that it was Might Guy who not only succeeded in all portions of the Exam simulation, but even got to reach the summit, after surprising Kakashi with the fact that, unlike Rock Lee, Might Guy could use jutsu, surprising the white haired Jonin by actually combining Strong Fist with the late Raikage's Lightning Cloak.

Might Guy didn't say what was at the top of the summit, simply stating it was quite the 'eye-opening experience' and left it at that with a sly smile on his normally exuberant face.

I won't lie. I had a ton of fun making the new Chunin Exams. Taking some inspiration from the Data Worlds, the Matrix, and the Looking Glass technology/simulation from Prey, it was an absolute gem of what some would consider a horrifying recreation of the Hunger Games via technology.

To be fair, at least their deaths were only temporary, unlike in real life where many would, and have, died with nothing to show for it.

Also, hey, who knew that a shinobi world's favorite video game genre would end up being RPG's of the violent nature?

Seriously, selling Fallout: Konoha was the best idea I've ever had. A fully realized shinobi rpg in conjunction with the Fallout series where all the countries had 'destroyed themselves with jutsu over resources and pride', and setting in each country based on your Origins, with the default being Konoha since, well, most of the video game tech was based here in Konoha.

Where'd I get the technology for the video games? Where'd I get the resources or the manpower needed to build these things? How'd I get the world to accept such rapidly advancing technology in a world where every country is trying to one up each other for the purposes of 'my country is the best!'?

The answer is dimensional bullshit, dimensional bullshit, and reality warping bullshit in that order.

Naruko felt... conflicted, was the best way she could put it.

Sayuri had opened up a lot to Naruko during their mission to the Land of Waves, emotionally venting that her sister had killed her entire Clan, her entire family, and that she was torn between vengeance against her sister and just trying to live her life, since she knew that the odds of her successfully beating the woman who had been ANBU Captain by the time they had become Genin was extremely low. Her honor demanded she at least make an attempt at vengeance, and her desire to try and move on with her life made it all but impossible for her to choose.

Naruko had listened patiently throughout the whole thing, but something didn't sound right. She knew her grandfather had ANBU posted around the clock to defend areas of interest to the village, something he had explained as internal security, so it didn't add up that Itsuki could have slaughtered the entire Uchiha Clan on her own. Not without being noticed.

So, she discretely shared that with Shikamaru and no one else, hoping he could do some more digging for her on the back end since she knew that Shikamaru's dad was the Jonin Commander.

The problem was that while she was used to the idea of sharing Shikamaru with Menma, who she really saw as more of a twin of herself rather than just as a sister, she wasn't used to sharing Shikamaru with others emotionally. Sexually, she was all for as many women as she could get her hands on, boobs felt great and she wasn't going to say no to someone eating her out, but emotionally she was still on somewhat shaky territory, her subconscious fear of Shikamaru leaving her for someone else always in the back of her mind.

Of course, explaining this to Yoshino, mom, she corrected herself mentally since she really did see Yoshino as the mom she never had, in private out of worry and concern had led to mom explaining that while a lot of women did have these fears when dating an extremely strong shinobi, especially in a culture where the strongest often had their pick of the best women to choose from to carry their kids, those fears often faded as they settled into the relationship, for several reasons.

For one, raising a child requires a village. Not literally a village, mom explained with a snort as Naruko's face paled at that the thought of the entire village needing to be involved, but a whole group of people who could help the parents and the children throughout the years. Parenting is not easy, even for the best of couples, and having a group of people who had the best interests of the children and the parents in mind helped deal with that. It wasn't for everyone, but it wasn't uncommon for a harem to coordinate pregnancies, child-rearing, date nights, and family gatherings to work on a case-by-case basis to make things easier for the group. It made it less stressful to not feel alone doing all of these things simultaneously.

For a second reason, time and experience has a way of either smoothing out the wrinkles in one's relationships or exposing flaws in the relationships. In this, it was almost vital to have other connections, friends, family, outside of simply one's relationship to one's partner in order to feel like you won't be judged or isolated. This meant that Naruko could have friends that weren't Shikamaru's friends and vice versa, and the harem greatly expanded on this since Naruko didn't have to feel like she had only one person to turn to for help.

It also helped that no matter how powerful or versatile Shikamaru became, he was, at heart, a very blunt individual. It was refreshing to Naruko, knowing that Shika wasn't the type to talk bad about her in front of others or to avoid talking about issues he had with her, instead 'suffering in silence' until they grew so resentful of each other that they broke up. Shikamaru just wasn't the kind of guy to do that, preferring to nip those troublesome issues in the bud.

She had her own issues, she knew she was stubborn to a fault, and she was... less than reasonable when she got upset, but Shikamaru was the ice to her fire, keeping calm and letting her vent before he either addressed the problems she had or simply let her be until they had a moment where they could actually sit down and talk when she was in a more receptive mood.

The added advantages of Shikamaru's 'True Clones', as he called them, were immense, since Shikamaru could still spend time with her, even with all the responsibilities, chores, and others in the harem that might also need his attention. Unlike a Shadow Clone, where one's mental capacity and energy reserves were often stretched thin, Shikamaru's True Clones were living biological Clones, their minds all synchronized across every one of them, which sometimes led to Naruko often even forgetting that Shikamaru she was with wasn't just Shikamaru himself.

So, she was well aware that Shikamaru was never going to be just hers, but that was okay in her book, as long as Shikamaru still valued and paid attention to her, as long as she felt needed by him, then she was okay with that. It helped that sometimes she wanted her alone time, eating ramen with Sakura, gossiping with Ayame, so she wasn't simply hoarding Shikamaru all to herself and then leaving him at home alone if she wanted some time to herself. So, in her eyes, it worked out, even if she knew that it would be a while until she finally internalized that Shikamaru would always love her.

Gotta love childhood trauma, right?

Of course, while she knew that Shikamaru was interested in Sayuri 'dating wise', as Shikamaru had never once hid from her that he liked all kinds of women, but some women much more than others, she knew that Sayuri wasn't quite ready to date anyone yet. Nowhere near ready, so it made Naruko feel relieved to know that Shikamaru had not been surprised by that fact, simply pointing out that he wanted to be her friend first, at least help her with all the trauma she carried before they thought about dating.

It made her face flushed as she remembered how Shikamaru's gaze got when she had admitted to him that she was bisexual, and that she may or may not have gotten a very submissive girl to not only join Konoha, but to be her Mercenary 'Partner' as Kakashi put it. She had been worried Shikamaru would judge her, or think she was cheating on him with another girl, but all he had done was whisper "Good girl" into her ear and nibble on her neck with his hands reaching around to grope her butt.

She squirmed at remembering how that had rapidly spun out of control. That had been... close. Too close. She had promised to wait until after the Chunin Exams, but his hands felt so good and she wanted to ride him so badly, and so she compromised by sucking him off repeatedly, determined to make him feel good since she knew he was being patient with her.

Well, that, and she got turned on from drinking his cum. It tasted like the best ramen she'd ever had, and it made her whole body feel like it was on fire, to the point that she had soaked through her clothes so utterly that she had to take a shower and change afterwards! The fact that Shikamaru teased her by mimicking the moans and growls he had made earlier during her blowjob, as Shikamaru informed her of what that sex act was called, in her head using that not-jutsu he used to drive her up the wall didn't help.

"Stupid, sexy, Shika." She grumbled.

She could freely admit that it made her feel sexy, made her feel powerful, to have a man as strong and as kind as Shikamaru moaning and groaning by just sucking and licking his cock, kissing his balls and worshiping every inch of him she could reach, because he tasted and smelled that good, okay?, and feeling his hands run through her hair, at times clenching like he wanted to fuck her face but not going that far, probably to let Naruko set the pace of her first blowjob, he was too nice like that.

She made a mental note to tell Shikamaru that he should fuck Menma's face. She wanted to see her twin's red eyes roll out of view as she choked and drooled all over herself as Shika fucked her throat over and over again. She wanted to suck on her twin's breasts while occasionally kissing Menma's throat when she saw Shikamaru's cock create a bulge in her neck, finger that soaking wet pussy as her hips rolled up into the air over and over again as Menma's sexy body wriggled from lack of air and orgasms simultaneously. She wanted to eat her twin out while Shikamaru used her throat as a cocksleeve until she felt her twin's thighs clamp around her head she came so hard that she passed out with her man's cock pouring his cum into her stomach. She wanted to suck and lick her man's dick clean, drink the last drops of his last orgasm out of him and then bring her twin back to reality by kissing her, their tongue trading spit and cum as she tasted Shikamaru's cum while her twin tasted her own arousal from her being eaten out earlier.

She panted, clenching her thighs for a moment, trying to subtly scratch that itch for a moment. 'Is it incest or masturbation?' She idly mused as she bit her lip.

Does it really matter when all I want to do is spend the rest of my life being fucked, raising our kids together, and knowing he's doing the same with other women? That we're all meant to just be naked, to carry his kids over and over again until we can barely move with tits even larger than my head, and making so much milk that we get hooked up to milkers while he fucks us from behind and...

She bit her lip harder, shaking her head. Menma's fantasies were just... extreme, but they were hot, no denying that, and Menma had no compunction about whispering those same fantasies into Naruko's head. No worries, no concerns, no emotional problems. Just being a breeding slut, a cow, for her owner. Naruko's face turned red as she shivered. To be owned, to be claimed so utterly, that was a serious turn on for her, even if she'd never admit out loud. It helped that she could say she was the 'head wife' of the harem, even if she knew intrinsically that particular title didn't mean anything: if Shikamaru told her she was going to have a new dream of being the mother of his kids, to be used, to be fucked like an animal, and bred over and over again until she couldn't think of anything except getting fucked, she couldn't find it in herself to hate the idea.

Actually, that sounds really hot. She sighed. Real life isn't like a fantasy, she reminded herself. Even if it was a serious turn on, she had to admit that it wasn't realistic.

Maybe I can introduce it as a kind of... 'role play' as Kakashi's book put it? She mused.

"Hatred alone is not enough. To drink from the well of Hatred is to live a half life, a Cursed life."

Sayuri frowned. It wasn't the whole preaching of not going after Itsuki, nor was it any condemnation against her feelings toward her sister.

Shikamaru Nara had been introduced as a Spiritual Healer, as the Yamanaka Mind Healers had realized that the 'damage' done by her sister's actions that day had been too deep for even the mind to heal alone.

It likely even explained why her chakra felt darker than most, more colder, less like a feeling of warmth and life, and more akin to an icy energy she brought forth to do her bidding.

Shikamaru Nara was an enigma, one that Sayuri puzzled over. He did not preach kindness, or to let the events of the past go. He didn't tell her that her feelings were wrong or that her way of living was doomed to failure.

No, Shikamaru Nara took her into the forests of the Nara Clan, speaking to her in blunt terms and in an almost calming manner.

"Itsuki is not wrong. The negative emotions can fuel our jutsu. It makes us stronger, it lets us push ourselves to ever greater heights... However, there is a cost." He said coldly.

She shivered as, for a brief moment, Shikamaru's eyes turned yellow, and even her icy chakra paled in comparison to the sensation of numbness that spread through her, Shikamaru's chakra feeling like an omnipresent force of darkness, threatening to envelop everything, including her.

"The greater one's light, the darker and greater one's shadow. Without any positive emotions, and drinking too deeply for too long from the well of Hatred, is to poison yourself. Eventually, you'll find yourself not caring for the world around you. Eventually, you'll kill your friends for power. Eventually, there is nothing you care about except your goal. And, if you achieve your goal, it will be too late."

"Too late?" She asked hesitantly. The yellow eyes stared at her hungrily, the numbness eating at her sense of self even as Shikamaru smiled coldly.

"I told you. It's a poison. Your chakra network will become unable to function properly without that Hatred. You'll find yourself getting exponentially weaker and weaker, your chakra unable to be formed in nearly as much quantity without that hate, you'll be a Shadow, a ghost, of your former self. Your lifespan will be measured in less than thirty or forty years, and you will die as your chakra becomes so warped that it begins to kill you."

Sayuri stiffened in horror as Shikamaru's yellow eyes blinked, turning to the normal black, and the numbness thankfully faded. She found herself rubbing her arms, trying to get feeling back into them.

"Of course, Hatred, and all negative emotions, are a part of life. A balance must be achieved. Light and Darkness. You've been cultivating negative emotions, cycling that inner turmoil into inner strength, but you've not yet done enough damage. Now I will teach you how to cultivate positive emotions into inner strength."

Sayuri frowned. "How?" She hoped it wasnt trying to accept her sister's actions. She'd nearly wanted to strangle the first Mind Healer who tried to say that.

"Baby steps first. Things you enjoy that are unrelated to your sister or your Clan. Your favorite foods, your favorite relaxing activities. You need to embrace the parts of you that you've tried to bury. Grieve for the loss of your family. Accept that they are gone. Mourn them in a way that matters to you. Talk to those who you think will not judge you. From what I've heard, you're on your way on that front."

Shikamaru's encouraging smile made Sayuri curl in on herself as she didn't know what to say to that.

"... I don't know what I want. I don't have any favorite foods or activities. The only person I talk to is Naruko." She admitted quietly.

Shikamaru nodded. "Understandable. Trauma can change a person, and not everyone can simply bounce back or try and move on. We do try, but often we incorporate negative tools, things that we fall back on as a coping mechanism even if it hurts us in the long run. Mental and spiritual scars are far more difficult to heal than any physical wound."

She felt relief that he didn't judge or pity her.

"Then, as I said, baby steps. Try new foods. Read some books. Exercise just to feel good, not to train. I want you to focus on what you feel, how you feel, and why, doing these things. You're not an extrovert like Naruko, you enjoy your solitude, so I'd recommend finding activities that make you feel fulfilled. Writing, drawing, painting, crafts. Something you can do to keep your hands, and more importantly, your mind, busy."

Acceptance. Shikamaru's advice felt more genuine, didn't try and make her connect to others automatically. It was actionable advice she could take.

"Thank you." She said sincerely. Shikamaru nodded.

"Any time." He said nonchalantly, staring up at the sky as he smiled.

"Cloud watching is a nice activity. Letting them float by, so free, just, untethered by the world and its problems. It's nice."

She tentatively sat next to Shikamaru and looked up at the sky.

After a moment, she found herself smiling at the clouds, watching them slowly drift across the sky. It was nice, quiet, but not alone.

'Guess I found a new activity that I like. Thank you, Shikamaru. It helps that you're cute and smell great.'

She pouted briefly as she ignored the red flush on her face from the involuntary thought that entered her head.

The Master Xehanort Template was not to be underestimated.

Not only does one obtain the decades worth of knowledge in hearts, magic, keyblade lore, among many other things he picked up as a time traveler, but also the Keyblade he held before he obtained the X-blade was no joke in it's own right.

No Name. The same Keyblade given to Luxu from the Master of Masters, and passed down. It had been through this Keyblade that allowed the Master of Masters to see into the future and record the events into his Book of Prophecies, and able to travel from the past into the far future where he met a young Master Xehanort, starting the events to come to pass. A full on Time Loop.

Not only had this enabled the Master of Masters to succeed manipulating even the distant future toward his own goals, but had even allowed him to manipulate the events to pass in a way that gave Light the advantage to win against the Darkness. However, this level of manipulation did not come without cost: since he had technically interfered with the events of Destiny, he had been erased, banished outside of the multiverse that made up Kingdom Hearts into a new realm entirely.

What that new realm was, I had no idea, but I digress. The point is, you're not buying just Master Xehanort's Template. Alongside his own knowledge and abilities, comes those he had given his heart to in order to further his goals for his True Organization 13.

I. Master Xehanort. I am the guy, enough said.

II. Ansem, the Seeker of Darkness. The Heartless of Terranort, the combined Body of Terra, a Keyblade Master who had fallen into Darkness, and the Heart/Mind of Xehanort. However, as the Heart of Terra is also within the same vessel, this also grants the same abilities and knowledge of Terra, and, thus, the Lingering Will, a fully autonomous armored being that had all the same abilities and strengths of Terra encased in the armor as a lingering will of his desire to destroy Xehanort.

III. Xemnas. The Nobody of Terranort. The man who would go on to create the original Organization 13. Arguably stronger than even Master Xehanort at his base form without the X-blade, Xemnas has the power to govern Nothingness, that being the ability to create, command, and destroy Nobodies at nearly all levels of power with the exception of his fellow Organization Members. His unique weapon, the Ethereal Blades, can hold their own against the Keyblade, and has the power to siphon the hearts of others into himself for even greater power, effectively making him capable of outright stealing hearts rather than simply possessing them.

IV. Xigbar. The Nobody of Briag, he obtained half the heart of Xehanort, retaining some semblance of free will, however, that still adds his Template into my own. His ability over gravity and his long range weapons makes him a nuisance to deal with for even other Keyblade Wielders, but it's who he actually is that matters even more. Xigbar/Briag is actually Luxu, having passed down his own Heart through the generations. Thus, I have obtained the Template of a 'who the hell knows' lifelong Keyblade Wielder and Master in his own right.

V. Luxord. The gambler, but his Template includes an affinity over Time, such that he can manipulate in the local area to various degrees. His inclination to gamble would normally make someone think him a cheater, but he actually enjoys a fair game, and a fair fight. While not much is known about his former Self, there's some considerations that he is actually from the realm outside of the multiverse of Kingdom Hearts, the same realm for those who are banished for interfering with Destiny.

VI. Larxene. Controls lightning, has a preference for knives, and is one of the incarnations of a past Keyblade Wielder from the time of fairy tales, back when all worlds were one world.

VII. Marluxia. Controls plants, able to summon them, and has a unique scythe as a weapon. He is another incarnation of a past Keyblade Wielder from the time of fairy tales.

VIII. Siax. One who derives power from the Moon, he wields his claymore like a madman possessed when enraged, and his cold outer exterior is betrayed by a very emotionally driven interior life, not unlike Sasuke Uchiha.

IX. Terra-Xehanort. Also known as Terranort, this man is actually just the aforementioned Terranort I had mentioned earlier, just fully combined in one body rather than the Ansem and Xemnas parts of him that had been split in half. Terranort possesses the same skills and abilities as both Terra and Xehanort, there's really not much else that can be said of the man that hasn't been written earlier.

X. Dark Riku. Now we get into some fun stuff. Dark Riku is a Replica, an artificial construct by Vexen to house a heart or the memories/emotions of a copied heart. As Dark Riku is still effectively Riku, that means it's a free Template of Riku, whose heart had grown immune to Darkness. Combine that alongside the mastery of the ability to enter and traverse Sleeping Worlds, long story, and this Template would allow me the ability to dive into worlds and places displaced into locked Pocket Dimensions, in theory, anyway.

XI. Vanitas. The Darkness of Ventus' Heart had been cleaved away by Master Xehanort, forming a new entity, whom is known as Vanitas. Vanitas is fully capable of creating an entire multiverse of unique Darkness-imbued monsters called the Unversed, that when defeated will simply return back to him. Not only that, but Vanitas was the holder of an artificial X-blade, a false X-blade that proved strong enough to summon Kingdom Hearts, or at least a weaker copy of one.

XII. Young Xehanort. The man is as arrogant as he is foolish, believing he holds all the cards while not realizing he lost at the end. In truth, young Xehanort is still quite the powerful Keyblade Wielder, especially taking into account his power over manipulating local time in ways even Luxord had not shown, when taking into account his previous self as the Mysterious Figure from Birth By Sleep as an Optional Boss Fight that is notoriously difficult, when playing as Terra at least.

XIII. Xion. An imperfect replica of Sora, she represents a Replica not designed off of any one person, merely designed to contain the memories and soul of Sora should Roxas die in the Organization, technically meant to have been usurping Roxas over time. However, she developed feelings and a conscious, and therefor sacrificed herself for Roxas and Sora to live. Brought back into the future through the notes of Vexen, she does end up on the side of Light in the end, after having her memories and sense of self fully restored by Sora.

That's all thirteen members of the Organization 13...

Oh, I'm not done. Those were the frontlines of Xehanort's Organization 13. He had back up members, weaker, but still designed to facilitate his purpose for assembling the X-blade.

XIV. Demyx. Controls Water, and is considered 'benched', despite having a piece of Xehanort's Heart inside him. Personally, I always suspected Demyx to be more powerful than he let on, simply going through the motions until he actually had some 'skin in the game' so to speak.

XV. Vexen. This person. This wonderful person was why I specifically went after Master Xehanort. Vexen is the man behind the Replica Program, the one who created artificial bodies for the Organization 13 to inhabit after moving forward through time. While technically a part of the real Organization, Vexen had no real skin in the game, preferring to keep to his research on Replicas, even to the point that he didn't mind creating more Replica bodies for the Light, so that way Roxas could return back to life in his own body rather than needing Sora to return to being a Heartless.

So, why is this important? After all, I can already create bodies through Blacklight, capture minds through the Typhon via the Weaver Network, and so on, right? All of this is just fluff, isn't it?

No, it's not.

All of my Templates have a reason for their place. Either to fit with the characters I believed would use them the best, or to amplify some strength/mitigate some weakness in some manner. As all of my retinue members are a part of me, they are all Blacklight after all, they all have a huge weakness in that if they are physically threatened, they would be stuck without a body until I created a new one for them, using their own memories and DNA as a template to create one, and that's an issue if I'm not in the same world as them.

No longer. Now, it would be even easier for a True Clone of mine to simply summon a Replica, as Prometheus can very easily copy-paste something invented by a Template of mine, and the heart/soul would be immediately placed within.

It was also another trump card of mine. If you can bypass All Fiction, Blacklight, Typhon, and all of my other Templates, you'll be facing thirteen of me in various forms, all equally as powerful as I was at the moment of my defeat, alongside my Heartless and my Nobody. Killing them all would simply reincarnate me back into my body once more.

That didn't even lend to the fact that since all Unversed are a part of Vanitas, and thus a part of me, I have access to a multiversal army of monsters that are, in fact, me, and thanks to Inviolate Self, my soul cannot be targeted nor harmed in any way, means you cannot dispel them via a Keyblade like they could have originally. Darkness, Heartless and Unversed alike, have no body to be destroyed with. They are constructs bereft of a physical form, molded by their 'heart' or 'will'.

All of this before taking into account the X-blade and Kingdom Hearts. X-blade has the power to seal or unseal any heart, being the connection to Kingdom Hearts, which makes it especially vicious to anything that possesses a soul or even no soul at all, as they would be eviscerated on contact with the weapon alone.

Kingdom Hearts is a Concept-Based Reality Manipulation Engine/Weapon Greater Than All Fiction.

Cause All Fiction is limited on what you know and understand. It's greatest strength is also it's greatest weakness: the mindset of the one who wields it.

Kingdom Hearts is not. It can unmake a multiverse, rewrite the laws of every universe, and has direct access to every heart that has ever or will ever exist. Every person born. Every construct that develops a conscious. All thinking and breathing beings would have a connection to Kingdom Hearts. The one who wields the X-Blade holds the power equal to Tier Omega's in their hands, even if they don't know what they're doing, because Kingdom Hearts responds to what the wielder of the X-blade wants, not necessarily needs.

It's for this reason why I suspected that the last wielder of the X-blade before Master Xehanort was the Master of Masters himself, commanding Kingdom Hearts to split the world of fairy tales, to divide every world of light and scatter them across the multiverse, in order to keep the Light from fading entirely, at the moment when Darkness won in a future timeline, and then sealed away Kingdom Hearts into the Realm of Darkness, in the first iteration when he hadn't prepared his students on the events destined to happen, back when the Darknesses had been so close to winning the first time.

Which would later be successful, at the cost of the Master of Masters being banished from the timeline, after sending himself back to the very beginning to convince his former self to commit the acts of creating the Book of Prophecies in the first place.

In short, the Master of Masters created a Paradox where he wouldn't have needed to send himself back in time, and the price was paid by being banished into a place outside of the timeline.

But not before he passed down No Name, ensuring that his gaze over the future timeline through the Book of Prophecies would come into fruition, and ensuring that the Light survived against the Darkness.

The Master of Masters was playing a very, very, long game, and although I hadn't played Kingdom Hearts 4, I suspected that the Master of Masters wanted to bring Kingdom Hearts back so he could finish the job he started: to crush all Darkness forever, regardless of the cost or the cruelties inflicted.

With Kingdom Hearts, I had a tethered connection all beings in every world I entered, and in every world I had visited. In this, it would be impossible to truly kill me, because I existed across every universe simultaneously, an entity embedded into the fabric of multiple realities.

It also meant that there wasn't much that could be a threat to me and mine anymore. An annoyance, sure, but a threat? Not possible.

I shrugged a bit. It just meant I could do what I pleased with fairly little consequence, and the few worlds I had resolved to never enter were now actually on the table. Warhammer 40K would be a joke in comparison to what Kingdom Hearts could do to the Chaos Gods.

After all, the Chaos Gods had come from the suffering and deaths of countless sapient beings, from what I could vaguely recall, and that meant Kingdom Hearts had ownership over those hearts way back to the very beginning.

The eternal wars meant to fuel the existence of the Chaos Gods would die, not with a bang, but with a flash of pure light as it erased and rewrote the fabric of their multiverse.

"Oh, dear. I wonder how there can be any Chaos in the Warp... If there was never any Warp at all?" I chuckled darkly, my eyes glinting coldly with triumph as I withheld the urge to laugh maniacally out in the public.

Dad saw my face as he went to go grab breakfast, paused, nodded to himself, and then immediately turned around to head back where ever he came from.

"Honey, our son is planning some sort of horrifying bad things to whatever or whoever pissed him off, I'm going to go feed the deer!" He called out before the sound of the closing door echoed.

"Good job, Shikamaru! Record it for me if you can!" Mom called out back from her room.

I snorted as I bit back a laugh. I love my family.

Sayuri had known that part of therapy was facing your own demons, but she hadn't anticipated that to be literal.

She quickly dodged the flash of fire from one of the two shadows, the younger shadow looking eerily like herself having cast the Fireball Jutsu with no hand seals or even no need to breath at all. The shadows had no defining details, but the shapes they took were formed into just enough detail that she knew what they represented.

Itsuki Uchiha stood silently nearby, the shadowy figure standing coldly, the red Sharingan replaced by the yellow of what Shikamaru referred to as the essence of Darkness manifest.

She kept trading blows with her darker self, the shadow not tiring, not weakening, and seemed relentless in it's pursuit to kill her. Shikamaru stood to the side, his yellow eyes coldly watching her struggle. Shikamaru had a mastery over shadows and darkness to the point that he could bring out the darkness in the hearts of others, literally, in order to make them face themselves.

Itsuki Uchiha was her representation of the wounds, the scars, of the night she had lost her Clan. The woman was silent, and yet, felt omnipresent, more akin to a force of nature than a person. Her darker self represented her desire for revenge having slowly warped her to become like Itsuki, the decisions she had made that had been unknowingly killing her from the inside out.

The battle never truly ended. She knew she wasn't meant to win. The point was, as Shikamaru pointed out, to accept her Darkness, to fully realize that Itsuki was never supposed to be overcome, but merely to be nothing more than the shadow of the past to be accepted. To move on from that night.

Easier said than done, but already Sayuri felt lighter, ironically. In just a handful of spars, cloud watching, and some low gossip/emotional venting to Naruko, she felt better than she had in a long time. Each spar, the shadows seemed less obstinate, losing some more of their shape, the yellow eyes getting that much dimmer. It was a sign of progress, and she could feel the coldness in her chest was wavering, becoming more like a cold liquid rather than the icy slurry she had felt her chakra had become.

Shikamaru had no compunction showing her how he did what he did, using himself as an example. Only where Sayuri had one or two shadows, he seemed to have over twenty. Each one vastly more oppressive and more powerful than anything she could ever imagine, and the one that terrified her the most was the man who seemed to manipulate the other shadows like an orchestra.

Master Xehanort, unlike the rest of the shadows, was fully realized, his features not hidden by the Darkness, but amplified by it, his own Keyblade, a weapon that Shikamaru explained was capable of sealing and destroying souls, to Sayuri's horror, able to warp and command the world around him to freeze time, create storms of ice and lightning that was capable of destroying the ground she stood on.

The fight between Shikamaru and his shadows had to take place in an alternate dimension just to keep Konoha, and the continent probably, from being eviscerated.

Each shadow destroyed had led to the shadow being absorbed into Master Xehanort, whose glowing yellow eyes showed no fear, no concern, for the strength Shikamaru possessed. Indeed, he seemed to be amused by the fight given by his Lighter Half, and this was revealed when Master Xehanort had entered the fight himself, summoning thirteen copies of himself all wielding the same Keyblade.

And yet, despite all the things they threw at him, despite every jutsu cast by the old man who had seemed almost untouchable until now, Shikamaru had the same wide grin on his face. He reveled in the fight, enjoyed the carnage of being able to let loose.

While one eye remained yellow, the other eye was a shining blue with a red glow, and somehow, Sayuri knew it was over for the rest.

The Keyblade, X-blade, she corrected herself, appeared, and Shikamaru's eyes glowed as he raised it to the sky.

"Light. Darkness. Infinity in a Moment. Domain Expansion: White Void."

The X-blade glowed, and Master Xehanort's copies all melted apart as Master Xehanort himself collapsed on himself, appearing to bow in defeat as he vanished a moment later. The pocket dimension seemed to ripple, as Sayuri found herself standing on a white plain with pockets of black.

Apparently it was a combination of various powers Shikamaru had learned to master, but he explained that it was incomplete: once he learned how to use it, it would be shortened to just "Domain Expansion: White Void", as he was still getting a handle on it.

It was what he referred to as an "Open Domain", where instead of creating an enclosed space in order to amplify his abilities through his Sense of Self magnified, he instead forced himself upon the world so utterly that he was instead forcing his domain into the world. On top of making it many times stronger than a Closed Domain, it allowed him to maximize both the power and utility of his techniques to their ultimate conclusion.

It was both awe-inspiring and terrifying to behold, as Sayuri was only unaffected by Shikamaru choosing for it to not affect her. The demonstration of what someone like Shikamaru was capable of from mastering one's Light and Darkness utterly, plus some "outer-dimensional bullshit" as he put it, made Sayuri determined to at least master herself like that as well. To not have nightmares, to be happy, to not feel a twinge of pain and loss every time she woke up in the empty Uchiha home she lived in, was a worthy goal in her mind.

Especially if it meant knowing that she would be more than capable of holding her own against her sister if she ever threatened her family in the future.

She ignored the flush on her face as a voice whispered in her ear. 'You know, having Shikamaru's babies would definitely make it so Itsuki wouldn't be anywhere near them. He's so strong that he makes even the Hokages look like mere Genin. Strong, handsome, kind, patient, and it's not like it's not uncommon for strong shinobi to have multiple wives.'

She shook her head. She needed to at least make sure it was okay with Naruko, and she knew that she was stalling since she wasn't sure if Naruko would be willing to let anyone else get in on the action once she finally got a piece of him after the Chunin Exams in two and a half weeks.

'I'll ask her tomorrow. Maybe I'll even ask Shikamaru to make some ramen for us to butter her up first. She's always going on about how mean Menma is for riling her up, not knowing she's riling me up too.'

She sighed as she raised her hands in surrender as the shadow of herself held a kunai to her neck, before the two shadows vanished as Shikamaru nodded with approval. "Good job, Sayuri." He praised. "I dare say you could give Terra a run for his money on mastering one's Darkness by now." He mused aloud, and Sayuri smiled as she ignored the heat bubbling up her chest and into her cheeks at the praise.

Damn him for giving her a praise kink. Damn him for being so damn cute. Damn it!

"As long as you remember that he's ours to share." Naruko said matter of factly, shrugging her shoulders as she slurped from her third bowl of homemade ramen.

Sayuri nodded, nonplussed. "I don't understand. Most people loath sharing their partners, especially strong ones. I expected a test, a trial, or something that might make the Chunin Exams a joke." She murmured, her face still burning after she admitted wanting to have Shikamaru in her bed as well.

Naruko scoffed. "Shikamaru isn't the kind of guy to cheat on me, and he's not going to simply drop me for someone else. He'd say "It's too troublesome to juggle multiple relationships, let alone one."" She giggled as she did the air quotes, making Sayuri chuckle slightly as she felt relief flow through her at not upsetting the one friend she'd made in years.

"No, Shikamaru is... greedy, yeah. He's selfish. He does what he wants, when he wants, and he won't apologize if he thinks it's the right thing to do, but he won't lie or skirt around something. That's just not him." She said bluntly.

"I want my friends to be happy," Naruko admitted lowly as she looked down at her ramen bowl, "so if you want to 'bed' Shikamaru, go for it. As long as I know he'll make some time for me, as long as I know he needs me in some small way, I'm okay with that."

Sayuri felt a sharp surge of gratitude and she had to pretend to have something in her eyes, using a napkin to discreetly hide her tears.

"Of course, I'm selfish too." Naruko continued lowly, making Sayuri stiffen as she felt Naruko's hands tug her closer, pulling her out of her chair and into Naruko's lap, making her squeak as she felt Naruko's boobs press against her back as Naruko's hot mouth nibbled on her earlobe as she found herself wiggling, trying to not moan out loud as Naruko's hands rubbed her sides and over her chest, staying above her shirt rather than yanking it up to grab them like a man would have.

She groaned lowly, her face red as Naruko spoke breathlessly in her ear.

"Good girl." She stiffened as she felt a shock of lightning going straight down her spine and toward her clit as she knew her underwear was ruined.

She never should've admitted her praise kink to Naruko.

"Shika and I are a package deal, and we play for keeps. If you sleep with either of us, we both own you." Naruko growled in her ear, one of her hands pressing right on Sayuri's lower belly, making her squirm.

"Your body won't be yours anymore. It'll be his. He'll knock you up over and over again. He'll bring back the Uchiha Clan in a single generation. You'll be knocked up so much that all that muscle you've trained, all that chakra control you've spent so long mastering, will be turned into nothing but fat for this ass of yours, and milk for his kids."

Sayuri's eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she came, Naruko's chakra and lust almost overpowering her with ease. Her stomach felt so hot, and she felt Naruko's chakra form thin, yet undeniably strong, chains holding her legs open as one hand rubbed her right over her core, still over her underwear even as she whimpered, bucking her hips as Naruko teased her.

"Mom isn't home, and Shikamaru's dad isn't here, since he's working right now. Shikamaru is in the kitchen making more ramen. I have you all to myself. I'm really horny, and Shikamaru is being unbearably sweet by waiting for me to become Chunin before he can ruin my career as a shinobi by turning me into a broodmare for our kids. So you're going to cum, and then you'll spend the rest of the dinner under the table, eating me out. I promised gramps I wouldn't give away my virginity, but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun." Naruko growled in her ear as she started sucking on Sayuri's neck as one hand dove under her underwear, a couple fingers immediately sliding into her as a thumb rubbed her clit.

Sayuri's scream was cut off by Naruko kissing her roughly in the mouth, the kiss swallowing her scream as her hips bucked into the air, gushing all over herself as she came harder than she could remember, unable to think.

She came back to herself a moment later, with Naruko licking her fingers clean as she dropped Sayuri to the floor unceremoniously as she couldn't even yelp in protest from how dazed and out of breath she was.

Sayuri felt heady, almost as if she was drugged, especially when she felt Naruko's hands tug her by her hair in between Naruko's legs, with no underwear in sight under her hastily opened pants.

She breathed in Naruko's arousal, shivering as she tentatively stuck her tongue into Naruko's lower lips, both eager and slightly nervous of the taste.

It tasted salty, and yet it reminded Sayuri a lot of ramen, but it was Naruko's breathy moans of "Ooh, good girl, right there" as Sayuri accidentally licked Naruko's clit, sending chills and hunger for more of that, making her lose herself even more into the act of eating Naruko out.

She felt a buzz go over her at the fact that she made Naruko feel so good that she made her moan, and she was determined to make Naruko soak herself as hard as she had made Sayuri cum earlier.

Sayuri was so focused on her task that she barely paid attention to Naruko trying to pretend she wasn't being eaten out under the table as she ate her next bowl of ramen.

Or the fact that Naruko was making out desperately with Shikamaru to avoid screaming as she came hard, her legs clenched around Sayuri as she soaked Sayuri's face as she tried to gulp down as much of Naruko's gushing fluids as possible.

She admitted in the back of her head that she could get used to this.

She hadn't heard Naruko's squeak as Shikamaru called her a bad girl for turning Sayuri into a submissive slut under the table.

Or that Naruko had long since stopped holding her head to Naruko's groin, her hands replaced by the gentle caress of Shikamaru's hands gently moving through her hair, making her lazily close her eyes as she continued to decompress in her newly discovered subspace.

She couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed to find herself in Naruko's bed, waking up to Naruko cuddling her from behind, Naruko's hands curled over her breasts under her shirt.

'Does that count as a win? I think it's a win.' She thought drowsily to herself before she fell back asleep.

She was infinitely more embarrassed during breakfast the next morning as Yoshino winked at her as she asked if she slept well, and if she was getting grandkids any time soon.

She tried to drown herself in her oatmeal, as Shikamaru reached over to hug her and pulled her into his lap as his parents didn't even try to hide their chuckles.

That she felt warm and safe despite her embarrassment, and a soft smile on her face, certainly had nothing to do with her silently deciding to move in with the Nara Clan.

Not at all.

I mentioned a while back that to the Typhon, moving through dimensions was as easy as stepping through doors for us.

Exiting the Corridor of Darkness, my eyes gazed upon the future village of Konoha, specifically the future had I never entered this world in the first place.

I had my eyes set on a quite a few targets that I had missed the first time around, because my arrival had permanently distorted the future of this world.

I smiled coldly as my eyes glowed, one yellow and one blue, summoning the X-Blade into existence.

I raised it into the air as it glowed.

"Domain Expansion: White Void."

This was my ultimate combination of techniques as far as my powers went right now. A combination of Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine, Gojo's Infinite Void, All Fiction, Prometheus, Ikigai, and using Kingdom Hearts as a conduit to expand the range of my Open Domain to everything as the center of my Open Domain's Expansion. With this, it would be child's play to instantly Stamp everyone connected through Kingdom Hearts and then dilate time so that it moved three days without anyone being aware of it.

[Boruko. The Daughter of the Sixth Hokage. +12.

Naruto Uzumaki. +60.

Inojina Yamanaka. +12.

Mitsuki. +30.

Shin 'Uchiha'. +12.

Metal Lee. +12.

Mirai Sarutobi. +12.

Konohamaru Sarutobi. +30.

Sarada Uchiha. +12.

Jugo. +12.

Code. +60.

Kawaki. +30.

Buntan Kurosaki. +12.

Ikada Funato. +30.

Shinki. +12.

White Snake Sage. +30.

Amado Sanzu. +60.

Delta. +60.

Kashin Koji. +60.

Chojuro. +30.

Darui. +30.

Sora. +12.

Gamahiro. +30.

Gamaken. +30.

Gamamaru. +30.

Gamakichi. +30.

Gamatatsu. +12.

Shima. +30.

Gamariki. +12.

Eida. +60.

Enma. +30.

Haruno Mebuki. +6.

Katsuyu. +30.

Shion. +6.

Kagura Karatachi. +12.

Chocho Akimichi. +12.

Himawari Uzumaki. +12.

Suigetsu Hozuki. +12.

Kankuro. +12.

Temari. +12.

Hanabi Hyuga. +12.

Hana Inuzuka. +12.

Tsume Inuzuka. +12.

Kurotsuchi. +12.

Moegi Kazamutsuri. +12.

Shizuka. +12.

Sakura Haruno. +30.

Mei Terumi. +30.

Credits Remaining: 1093.]

The white void vanished after a moment, as I immediately stepped through the Corridor of Darkness back home. It was just that easy, and while I could use my connection to Hagoromo to expand this ability into the afterlife directly, connecting to all the souls of the deceased in the Pure Lands, I had no real desire to do so.

Dismissing my X-blade, I appeared back home. Well, back in my old bedroom.

After getting the 'strays' from Orochimaru as a gift, the Nara Clan had to go back to the drawing board on the home that had originally been meant for just Naruko and myself.

Since that was scrapped, I asked them if I could 'create' my own home, in order to make it to my own designs.

They agreed, with mom looking especially excited that I was being a 'real man looking out for all of his wives and, more importantly, her grandchildren' in her words, as she explained.

Apparently it is considered a huge gesture of commitment, to build a home by your own hands for your own family to live in, even if it was a very outdated gesture thanks to the modern amenities of hiring carpenters to build a home for you.

I didn't have the heart to tell them it was an excuse for my Grand Manor along with everything else in my Pocket Dimension.

Also cause having sex knowing my parents is across the hall, under silencing seals and partitioning dimension seals even, still makes me mildly uncomfortable.

So, we were now 'moving out', even if heading back to my old home was as easy as stepping through a door or a Gate.

With the Chunin Exams now only two weeks away, Asuma had decided that we were given leave from any missions from now until the end of the Exams. We were given full leave to train on our own, with the acknowledgement that we were likely to face one another in the Exams.

"The First Trial will be tailored to the individual, to weed out those unworthy or unprepared. The Second will be team based, as Konoha wants to play to our strengths, but the Third Event is usually individual. I can't say much more than that." Asuma said honestly.

It was amusing from a certain point of view when the Third Hokage called for him in private to his Office.

"Naruko is my granddaughter in all but blood. She's fully committed in a relationship with you, and she wants to prove herself by winning the Chunin Exams. I'm making sure she isn't putting her life in the wrong person's hands." The Third said bluntly, smoking his pipe.

"Can you handle the Kyuubi as it tries to escape her seal during childbirth? Can you promise me that you'll give even your life for Naruko's safety?" He asked coldly, his brown eyes pinning me down as he glared at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Bold of you to give me the shovel speech now of all times. I am the Honored One, Hiruzen Sarutobi. Do not think I am unwilling to rewrite reality itself to ensure the safety of what is mine."

A brief output of my power in the Social Club had the Third leaning back in his chair.

He smiled. "Good. I'll never understand Minato's desire to sacrifice himself for this putrid village, so I'm thankful you're honorable only until it comes to something you want. I don't need more sacrificial shinobi. I'm not Danzo. Your hidden S-rank mission is this: lose the Chunin Exams. Get as far as you wish, but do not complete it. Naruko is more than capable of doing the rest."

I snorted. "No kidding. Between her Adamantine Chakra Chains, Mind of the Kaguya, Rasengan, Shadow Clone, Shadow Clone Bomb, Wind, Water, and Earth Release, among other abilities, she's an absolute monster. It'll be fun." I grinned.

The Third nodded. "Excellent."

It had been a short talk after that before being dismissed.

Of course, that was just the surface of Naruko's abilities. It will be amusing when she unveils her own abilities as the conjoined master of All For One and One For All in one individual.

Naruko was more than a match for any single member of my retinue with the exception of perhaps Orochimaru herself right now.

This Chunin Exam would certainly be interesting.

Danzo remained cold, his face bereft of expression as he was forced to his knees, several seals cutting him off from his chakra and rendering him unable to flee.

"For the crimes committed against Konoha, for the slaughter of the Uchiha Clan, defilement of their corpses, and creating false evidence of implication to make several of our best operatives, loyal operatives, Missing Ninja for over a decade, Danzo, you shall be put to death. Any final words?" The Third said coldly.

Danzo scoffed. "I did what I had to for the betterment of Konoha. I have no regrets."

His mouth shut itself as he couldn't even implicate the Third Hokage's part in his crimes. The Contract was ever-binding, and it ensured he would die without stirring up chaos in Konoha's ranks.

"Orochimaru. Any final words for Danzo?" The Third said quietly.

The Snake Sannin shrugged her shoulders. "I don't have any words to say. As far as I'm concerned, Danzo is already dead."

The Third nodded once. "Itsuki Uchiha, any final words for Danzo?"

The older Uchiha seemed pensive, her eyes the normal black color instead of the red since her chakra had been sealed off after being brought in and 'interrogated' by Inoichi Yamanaka.

"May Yami take your soul, may your deeds be forgotten, and may you never feel peace or rest. In any lifetime." Itsuki said quietly, her voice oddly detached.

The Third nodded. "Sayuri Uchiha. Any final words for Danzo?"

Sayuri's face twitched, unable to speak for several moments as she had sat there behind the glass at Inoichi's interrogation, as he went through her sister's memories.

"I have no words for this insect. Kill him and be done with it." She spat, turning away as she struggled to rein in her anger.

The Third nodded. "Goodbye, Danzo." He said coldly, making a single hand sign.

Danzo felt the scorching heat of the fire before the actual flames, and he died in moments.

Goodbye, Hiruzen.

Released from his body, Danzo found himself not in front of Kami, nor in the Pure Lands. Instead, he appeared to be in a dead forest.

"Finally, you've arrived. Welcome, Danzo, to your new Hell."

Danzo couldn't even scream as he felt his memories being sucked out of him, his soul hollowed out from the inside out as the Wendigo shoved its hands in his metaphorical chest, eating his organs, his bones being snapped open while sucking on the marrow inside.

Danzo's eyes rolled up to the back of his head, the spiritual body eaten alive bit by bit, the bones torn open, the skin almost lovingly sliced open to drink his blood and tear out his muscle and tendons as he jerked violently from the pain through his soul.

His throat was revealed through his neck, his vocal chords and his lungs carved out as air escaped his body. A deep sensation of overwhelming numbness overtook him, but the Wendigo wasn't done.

His eyes were torn out, one of them being crushed in it's mouth as it chewed on it slowly, savoring it like a grape, while the other was put in the Wendigo's eye socket, making Danzo recoil as he realized he was still seeing through that eye.

'Be honored, Danzo. You'll get to protect Konoha forever now. Ever hungry, ever empty, ever craving while never satisfied, but you'll get what you wanted. As they say, be careful of what you wish for.'

Danzo couldn't even look away as the Wendigo carved through his skull, taking it off and then making Danzo watch as it started to eagerly tear out bits of his brain, and Danzo felt his sense of self, his everything, collapse.

It only knew hunger. It craved flesh and bone, muscle and organ, souls and life. It knew no name, it knew no home. It knew no rest. It was hunger. It was all it knew.

The Wendigo couldn't even roam in its forest, shackled by chains of shadow. It was bound by its creator to never feed, to never hunt, despite its nature. Its mouth was removed, its lower jaw gone, with no teeth to gnaw flesh with. Its arms were removed at the shoulder, and its feet were stumps that bled black blood into the cracked ground.

Its suffering would only strengthen the forest and its shadows, forming shadowy beasts that roamed through Konoha, invisible to most aside from those who had a Pact with the former Wendigo that had once resided in the forests. Only these shadows had a far larger territory, spanning everywhere that the Wendigo considered its territory, being the entire Land of Fire.

Back in the execution platform, the Third nodded at the ashes that had once been his old friend.

"It is done." He said finally.

Itsuki flinched as Sayuri walked away without a single glance at her or at the Third Hokage.

Right as Sayuri appeared to leave the room, she spoke, still refusing to look at her sister.

"I'll never forgive you for killing mom, dad, and the rest of them. Never. Even under orders, I'd have rather died than betray them like that. But, the past is done. I won't ever see you as the sister you used to be, but, I'll try and move on from this. Consider this a clean slate, and maybe stop by the Nara Clan sometime for some dinner. Just, not for a few months." Sayuri said quietly, her voice rough.

She left, closing the door behind her.

Itsuki's tears dripped to the floor silently as she shook, not saying a word as she bowed her head, overcome with grief and gratitude in equal measure. Shisui Uchiha hugged her shoulders gently, his face in a sad smile as he knew Itsuki would need time to process this.

The Third puffed from his pipe as he left without a glance to his old friend's ashes. The time for regrets was over, and he still needed to look over the finishing touches to the Chunin Exams.

Shikamaru gently held Sayuri in his lap as she sobbed into his chest, rubbing her back gently as Naruko sat next to him, quietly giving them space while next to them to show silent support.

A shinobi endures, but off the clock, they're only human, and humans need time to grieve before they moved forward with their lives.

[All Roads Lead To Home. -10.

Rainbow Bridge. -30.

1143 Credits Remaining.]

Time to shed some of the alien members of my retinue. They are less than useful to me, especially once I leave this world. Not without getting a piece of what they could have been however.

Waifu Perks are Unique Perks based on the individual Captured, and these Perks are only available while the Individual is within my Retinue, with the exception of those purchased with either Power Swap or Template Stacking.

[Waifu Perks:

Eyes of Samsara: Toneri Otsutsuki. -100.

Sacrificed Guardian: Momoshiki Otsutsuki. -100.

Template Stacking I: Medaka Kurokami [Medaka Box] for Toneri Otsutsuki. -20.

Template Stacking I: March [Worm] for Urashiki Otsutsuki. -20.

Template Stacking I: Iihiko Shishime [Medaka Box] for Kinshiki Otsutsuki. -20.

Template Stacking I: Geto Suguru [Jujutsu Kaisen] for Momoshiki Otsutsuki. -20.

Template Stacking I: Shiranui Hanten [Medaka Box] for Shibai Otsutsuki. -20.

Template Stacking I: The Last Dragonborn [The Elder Scrolls] for Isshiki Otsutsuki. -20.

823 Credits Remaining.]

Isolating them from the rest of the others in the Social Club and the Web of Memories, I broke each of them down, using my mastery of my other Templates to accelerate their Templates to their ultimate conclusion, while letting them each try and survive against me, allowing them to kill me a few times each in order to fully replicate their new abilities and Templates as my own.

They were quite difficult to deal with, in particular as Medaka Kurokami's Template really began to shine by trying to replicate my Templates against me, trying to use All Fiction to erase me, not that it worked since I was Inviolate, impossible to be altered or erased.

Eventually it reached a point where there was just nothing else to be obtained from them, as I had fully replicated each of their Templates on top of their abilities and knowledge.

So, I sold them. Not before raising their Tiers to 10, of course, since I could forcefully raise their strengths and abilities to the max by driving them nuts with a few hundred-ish years within the Social Club. I wanted them at their best price, after all.

[Retinue Members Sold:

Toneri Otsutsuki. +200.

Urashiki Otsutsuki. +200.

Kinshiki Otsutsuki. +200.

Momoshiki Otsutsuki. +200.

Shibai Otsutsuki. +200.

Isshiki Otsutsuki. +200.

1983 Credits Remaining.]

I detested the Otsutsuki on principle, but I have to admit, I was thankful for the increase in Credits alongside the 'free' Templates I had obtained from them all.

Especially with the synergies involved. I had chosen my 'free' Templates carefully. Obtaining Medaka Kurokami's The End on top of Shiranui Hanten's Power Creation, with Iihiko Shishime's own abilities to ignore attacks/powers of even Ajimu Najime caliber while possessing the ability to inflict permanent damage on others and the world that could not be easily undone, was quite the synergy.

What was of far more interest to me, aside from those three Templates' synergies and the potential that had, was The Last Dragonborn's Template. Not necessarily for the abilities and powers of the Dragonborn, but specifically because part of the Template includes unique gear associated with Template's purchase and mastery.

The Last Dragonborn, like most protagonists of the Elder Scrolls, is an avid collector of various Daedric Prince Artifacts. Artifacts that embody the Daedric Prince that they are tied to.

And in some cases, even the Aedra, with the Staff of Magnus as an example.

Which means, thanks to the Inviolate Self, that I now had my own Planes of Oblivion. Since I've usurped the Daedric Princes' power and symbolic artifacts as my own.

I shrugged. I'm already horrifically overpowered. This just kinda made it even more so.

The sad part was that I didn't even want or care for Shiranui Hanten's Template. That had only occurred because Zenkichi's Template was unavailable, meaning that Devil Style and Parasitic Sight were not available for grabs.

Yet another Template I would need to grab for the Company, to my growing annoyance. Did I need to do their job for them?

With the ability to create and give out infinite copies of powers, I now didn't even need to go into Worm for Scion or Eden, because I was already better than them in every way.

Thankfully, becoming grossly overpowered didn't mean boredom in my case. It just meant I could fully intervene in other settings and change things up to my liking.

It would be funny to enter Warhammer 40K, give the Emperor of Mankind a new body and the power of Scion, not elaborate, and leave.

Truly a funny joke to play on the Chaos Gods, worthy of Sheogorath. Or perhaps just turn their Champions into Cheese. Ha!

Go into the SCP Foundation, tell them that the Foundation is actually the Source of all SCP's, and then alter reality so that they can actually read the SCP Wikipedia and all future entries in real time.

Go into the Inheritance Chronicles, tell Eragon he's the son of Brom, leave without saying anything else.

Stop by DC, tell Joker that all he'll be is a villain of the week, that not even Batman will remember him after he dies, use All Fiction so that way he cannot interact, damage, or change anything in Gotham or anyone in it. Watch him have a mental breakdown as Batman doesn't even see him or remember him.

Go into Marvel, look right at the Watcher and tell him he's absolutely the most perverted person that ever lived. Give Galactus a Snickers and use All Fiction so he's forever full, tell him he's not him when he's hungry. Tell Charles Xavier that vegetables are tough to eat cause the wheelchairs and bedframes are always a pain to cut up and eat. Inform Jean Grey that her choice in men absolutely sucks. Tell Wolverine that he's so edgy, he has to cut open his hands to shred something rather than use an actual weapon. Inform Apocalypse that he's a moron that has to switch bodies all the time because evidently he's so ugly that no one will sleep him to give him an heir to transfer into.

Honestly, I could go on and on making fun of Marvel and DC alone. Both have some serious stupid moments.

Mental Note: Give Spiderman the life he deserves. Poor bastard keeps getting tortured just for more comic issues. Peter Parker deserves better than being used and stepped on all the time for 'character development'.

[Sweet Home Expansion [×25]. -1,250.

Pocket Star: -1 IMG Ticket.

Homeworld in the Sea of Time: -600.

133 Credits Remaining.]

"Hello, World. My name is Meraki. You may also call me God. I've decided to return after a vacation. I think there's been a misunderstanding on how Life 1: The Video Game, operates. I'm setting some new rules..."

Did I just drag my original world into my universe? Absolutely. I've been eyeing that Perk since I stumbled across it.

Also, hello Questionable Questing. It's nice to finally meet all of you in person. :)

AN: That moment when it becomes too Meta, is definitely strange to write about. Blame the Waifu Catalog for having the Perk in question. Meraki can't read author notes, if only cause it'd be... awkward. Anyways, yes, it means Meraki can read your comments and questions, though you can italicize to avoid Meraki reading the comments.

Edit: He can't read the story either. It'll just appear like a Chatbox directly to him for some odd reason.