October 12th 2008:

The atmosphere within the central-room of Hecate's beautiful palace was deluged by the malevolent presence of the lord of time. Palpable amounts of aggression marred Kronos' pale features. He grunted.

Prometheus had his head planted down against the cold concrete of the sector. Kronos stretched his arm out and materialized an aureate scythe into his hand. Frustration laced his baritone. "Prometheus!"

A powerful burst of divine-energy emerged forth from Kronos' body and slammed Prometheus into one of the numerous walls of the room. Kronos' aggravated eyes glinted an ominous yellow. "You failed me!"

Kronos flicked his golden scythe forward. Ichor streamed out from Prometheus' stomach once Kronos' scythe had impaled him. The lord of the titans let out an enraged growl. "I trusted you to take the fox…"

"Forgive me for my blatant incompetence, my lord." Blood poured itself out of Prometheus' mouth. "I am ashamed to have failed your task."

Irritation illuminated Kronos' aureate and luminous gaze. "I hope you are ashamed. You even left Luke Castellan behind in that realm."

"I thought he had served his purpose." Prometheus gurgled on the blood inside of his mouth. "You have no more use for him, my lord."

"I still have some use for the boy." Kronos snorted and dematerialized his golden scythe. "You're lucky Hecate retrieved him from her realm."

"My apologies, my lord." Prometheus sank down to his knees and coughed. "How can I atone for my failure in capturing the Kyuubi."

"Forget about capturing the Kyuubi." Kronos clicked his tongue—annoyed. "I have many tasks for you and my army."

Prometheus lowered his head in reverence. "I shall follow your every order and desire, my lord. What tasks can I do to appease your rage?"

"I shall have Hecate tell you my new orders later." Kronos disappeared through the entrance to the room. "Behave yourself for now."

Prometheus climbed to his feet, healed the wound on his blood-covered abdomen, sighed, and teleported himself into the hospital-wing of Hecate's enormous palace. "Where is the boy?"

Walking through the countless sections within the medical-wing, Prometheus reached the last door of the gigantic area. He opened the door and smiled. "Ah, young Castellan! You have woken up at last!"

Luke Castellan was in rather critical condition. In his battle against the infamous Sasuke Uchiha, he had overused his mana and strained his entire body to its indisputable limits. His organs were in pure agony.

"Shut the hell up!" Luke shouted and gritted his teeth in pain. "Sasuke Uchiha! Naruto Uzumaki! Those damn Shinobi will pay for this!"

"Now. Now." Prometheus clapped his hands. "I told you that overusing your mana would damage your body and organs even more."

"I had no other choice in that situation!" Luke yelled, outraged. His entire body trembled. "Sasuke Uchiha was another damn monster!"

"The Uchiha has a rather ruthless reputation." Prometheus chuckled. "He was a menace a year ago, but has calmed down for now."

"Whatever." Luke shuddered in unadulterated agony. "Can you use the Absorption-Rune to absorb the potent mana out of my body?"

Prometheus shook his head. "I cannot. Since you used a larger version of the Condensed-Cube, your mana has grown stronger."

"That means it has also grown more in potency." Prometheus raised a coarse finger. "You will have to train and increase your mana levels."

"How long will it take for me to increase my mana levels to a suitable level?" Luke asked and tilted his head. "Three months? Six months?"

"For someone of your strength, it would take three years." Prometheus sighed. "Percy Jackson turns sixteen in no less than a year, my friend."

"Three years?!" Luke grunted in endless amounts of anger. "We don't have that much time! How the hell am I supposed to recover, then?!"

"I am not sure." Prometheus turned his back on Luke and approached the door for the medical-room. "This issue is yours to solve, I'm afraid."

Prometheus scattered himself within a vicious hurricane of brown-coloured mana. Luke reached his hand out for the titan of forethought—but grunted when his muscles flared up in pain.

Luke leaned deeper into his bed and let out a violent cough of exertion. Globs of crimson blood leaked out from his mouth. His teeth were gritted. "I must grow stronger. I will not remain in this damn bed."

Rolling down onto the carpeted concrete beneath his bed in the room, Luke crashed into the ground. Agony filled his muscles as he jumped to his feet and walked out of the small room in the medical-wing.

The demi-god stepped through the entrance to his bed-room in the enormous palace and seated himself down on a wooden-chair. Luke tapped his chin in contemplation. "How can I solve all of my issues?"

Another tremor of absolute strain rattled throughout his numerous organs. Luke gripped onto his chest, groaned, huffed, and scowled. "My body and organs are suffering from the effects of my mana."

Sasuke Uchiha had pushed Luke to the limit of his abilities. The member of the Uchiha-Clan was another individual of monstrous power. He and Naruto Uzumaki were unnatural creatures of strength.

Even when he used the gargantuan variation of the Condensed-Cube on him, Sasuke Uchiha remained unbothered and destroyed the improved version of his spell without any visible effort. Luke sighed.

Luke jolted on his chair at the sound of a somewhat low creak from the entrance to his bed-room. Golden eyes glinted at him. Malevolence filled the open air of his room. Kronos grinned.

Kronos watched Luke sink down to one of his knees in perpetual reverence. Humming to himself, the lord of time folded his hands behind his back. "I was told your body was experiencing some effects."

"It was because I had overused the more potent traits of my mana." Luke lowered his head. "Forgive me for my reckless behaviour."

"Your reckless behaviour does not bother me." Kronos snorted and smiled. "Your mana has grown much more potent and stronger, hm."

"Indeed it has, my lord." Luke's response was one of endless veneration. "I am still trying to find a solution on how to solve this."

Annoyance glistened inside of the blue pits of Luke's ruthless gaze. "Prometheus had told me it would take three years to fix this issue."

"Do not focus on fixing your mana issue." Kronos' baritone possessed an authoritative inflection. "Train your hand-to-hand combat skills and body instead."

"My lord." Luke murmured. "I do not believe that would be best for my growth. My mana is one of my most powerful and useful skills."

"Luke Castellan." A malicious lilt infected Kronos' smooth soprano. "I shall have Hecate seal your mana to ensure you do not suffer more."

"However." Kronos grunted. "The damage your body and organs have already suffered will remain. You shall focus on your other skills."

Kronos transmuted himself into a powerful vortex of yellow particles and disappeared. Stumbling out of his chair, Luke felt a foreign source of mana touch his body before he was teleported into another room.

Luke staggered into a second wooden-chair while Hecate gazed down at his bandaged torso in unconcealed amusement. She smiled. "Lord Kronos has already told me about his plans for your mana issue."

Pink molecules of mana leaked out from Hecate's smooth fingers. Hecate morphed these particles into a stream of mana. Luke suppressed a yell of pain as the mana inside of him was sealed off.

The child of Hermes climbed out of his feet. Deep huffs of exhaustion escaped from his mouth. Blood spurted out of his ears and nose. Hecate hummed. "These are the side-effects of your sealed mana."

Hecate directed her pink-coloured gaze at the entrance to the rune-covered room and vanished into a hurricane of mana. Luke heard the door open. His blue eyes were confused. "Alabaster?"

Alabaster C. Torrington—the child of Hecate herself—stepped into the enclosed sector and gave Luke a somewhat sardonic smile. "I heard you'd be in this room. Has my mother sealed your magic off already?"

"She has sealed the mana in my body." Luke nodded in confirmation and flexed his bandaged fingers. "How can I help you, Alabaster?"

"I want to test your strength." Alabaster smirked. "Lord Kronos intended for you to be his vessel before he gained a new body."

Irritation covered Luke's scarred features. "I'd love to test out your strength, Alabaster. Come on, let's head to the training-grounds."

Alabaster flicked his hand forward. A potent burst of mana twinkled within the atmosphere and transported them into one of the many training-sectors of Hecate's palace. "I'll have fun fighting you, Luke."

Luke stretched his hand out and summoned Back-Biter. Despite having his mana sealed, he was still able to materialize his most trusted weapon. Alabaster entered a stance suited for pure combat.

Manipulating his body into the stance of an experienced warrior, Luke steeled his gaze in unadulterated concentration. Alabaster blurred towards him. Luke deflected the tip of Alabaster's spear and laughed.

The child of Hermes cleaved through the spear before he smacked a knee into Alabaster's abdomen. Alabaster coughed out a few blobs of blood. Luke grinned and punched him straight in the nose. "Take this!"

A loud crack reverberated throughout the open air between the two of them. Alabaster rubbed his shattered nose. Ropes of crimson mana touched his skin and healed his face. "Man, you pack a good punch."

Luke appeared behind Alabaster and roundhouse kicked him. Alabaster was hurtled forward—but threw several mana-constructed spears in his opponent's direction. Luke chuckled. "Really, Alabaster?"

Utilizing his natural speed from his divine heritage, Luke disappeared in an untraceable distortion of incredible agility. Luke stopped in front of Alabaster, clenched his fist, and upper-cut him right in the chin.

Alabaster's head snapped backwards at a somewhat harmful angle. Luke drilled his knuckles into Alabaster's stomach and heard him chuckle. A punch to the top of the head propelled Luke down into the concrete.

Dispelling his mana-constructed arm, Alabaster flicked a powerful kick into Luke's face until his leg was grabbed by a calloused hand. Luke dragged Alabaster downwards while he climbed back to his feet.

Alabaster rolled backwards while Luke stamped his foot into the concrete. Small cracks formed in the surface beneath them. The child of magic huffed in fatigue. "Even without mana, he's still strong."

Leaping to his feet and lunging at Luke, Alabaster created himself another mana-constructed arm to punch through the smug countenance on his opponent's face. Luke raised his blade. "Hah!"

Luke swung Back-Biter into the mana-constructed arm and scattered it into nothing more than numerous motes of crimson energy. Alabaster groaned in agony as he was roundhouse kicked in the head. "Damn."

Back-Biter was stopped by a vermillion barricade of pure magic. Luke leaped backwards—but Alabaster broke through his own barrier and grabbed onto his shoulder. He head-butted the temple of Luke's head.

Luke shrugged off Alabaster's hand from his shoulder and directed another slash from Back-Biter towards him. Alabaster performed a single hand-sign. A second barrier of mana materialized in the air.

The powerful blade cut through the barrier without difficulty, aiming itself for Alabaster's solar-plexus until it was blocked by a spear. Alabaster rushed at Luke—intent on ending their endless battle.

Parrying a somewhat strong slash from Alabaster's spear, Luke slammed the bottom of his foot into his abdomen. Alabaster lurched backwards and collapsed onto the concrete. "Alright, you win."

"You've grown stronger since the last time we sparred." Luke mumbled in surprise. "I have some business to take care of."

(-)

October 14th 2008:

Leo Valdez and Charles Beckendorf stood within the forges of Camp Half-Blood. Drilling a nail into one of his latest gadgets, Charles grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat coated across his fore-head.

Charles glanced in the direction of his half-sibling: who had begun the construction of his new invention—some kind of special brass-knuckles. Leo had been tight-lip about the details for this tool.

"This newest device of mine is gonna be good!" Leo chuckled to himself and grinned. "It's gonna be a revolutionary invention!"

"What's going to be revolutionary about those brass-knuckles?" Charles raised a curious eye-brow. "You haven't told me much."

"The revolutionary traits of those brass-knuckles shall stay secret." Leo's coarse features possessed a wide grin. "You gotta wait a little!"

"Sure. Sure." Charles let out a deep breath of amusement. "You still have to work on repairing that robot destroyed by Krios, right?"

"I'm keeping that little project on hold for now." Leo crossed his arms and hummed. "I'm still pretty annoyed about all of that destruction."

"You learn to handle it." Charles huffed before he set his drill down onto a wooden-table. "Come on, we still have work to complete."

"Whatever!"

(-)

October 20th 2008:

An impressive burst of chakra filled the open air of Takamagahara—the territory for countless Shinto deities. Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha stepped off a Transportation-Seal.

Slipping his calloused hands into his pockets, Naruto sauntered into one of the multifarious roads within the divine dimension. A casual grin grew onto his whiskered visage. "Man! This place is always so fancy!"

Sasuke raised his fedora a little and let his gaze roam around his immediate vicinity for thirty seconds. He scoffed, amused. "We've been to Takamagahara plenty of times. Come on, we have to leave."

"I still have no clue why I have to come along for this meeting." Naruto touched his face in annoyance. "You're better at this crap than me!"

"Indeed I am." Sasuke chuckled. "Amaterasu wanted both of us to attend this meeting. She didn't really give me that many details."

"This sucks!" Naruto's voice possessed a somewhat frustrated inflection. "I was going to stay asleep the entire weekend!"

"Tough luck." Sasuke smirked and stepped through the gates of an enormous palace. "We haven't been to this castle since the war."

"The Divine-War." Naruto closed his azure-coloured eyes and grunted. "I still can't believe that it's been around a year since it happened."

"That war has also increased your reputation." Sasuke's smirk widened for the briefest of seconds. "They call you the strongest now."

"Yeah. Yeah." Naruto lifted a hand from his pocket and flourished it around. "Do you think I'd be able to use that seal to leave this realm?"

"Too late." Sasuke pushed the gigantic entrance within the palace in front of them open. "Thank you for inviting us to this meeting."

The Uzumaki stuck his tongue out and gazed at the multitudinous amount of multi-coloured thrones constructed around the sector. Blue eyes glanced towards Amaterasu: who had a regal countenance.

She was dressed in a crimson and obsidian kimono. Her black tresses were adorned by some type of ornament. Amaterasu's luminous eyes glinted a poised vermillion. "Naruto Uzumaki. Sasuke Uchiha. Welcome."

Naruto gazed in the direction of a white-coloured throne. Tsukuyomi—the Shinto god of the Moon—had an amicable smile grafted onto his pale face. His hair shimmered a brilliant blue.

Susanoo was seated down on his sapphire-tinted throne. The Shinto deity of the sea and storms had his palm set beneath his chin. He waved at Sasuke, amused. "I haven't seen you in a while, Uchiha."

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Susanoo." Sasuke nodded. He faced Amaterasu in contemplation. "Why were we invited, my lady?"

Naruto stared at all of the other Shinto deities present in the room. They all gave him polite and amiable smiles. He returned most of them before he groaned. "Kurama, I'm really tired right now."

"That's your own fault for staying up so late." Kurama growled in blatant amusement. "You'll have to suffer the consequences."

Irritation glistened inside of the blue pits of Naruto's luminescent gaze. "You're no help. When did you become such a lazy fur-ball, huh?"

"Since I was sealed into you." Kurama let out a low yawn of exhaustion. "Stop talking to me. You're at an important meeting."

"Whatever." Naruto rolled his blue eyes at his most trusted partner's behaviour and sighed. "I am really not in the mood for all of this."

"I have invited you because of a familiar issue." Amaterasu answered. A sardonic smile graced her pale features. "Izanami, of course."

"I swear these two sealed Izanami back into Yomi!" Dojin pointed a finger down at the two Shinobi in the room. "Or did they fail?"

Sasuke gandered at the Shinto deity of soil. "Indeed, we did seal Izanami back into Yomi. But she has escaped and broken the seal."

"What a shame." Tsukuyomi spoke for the first time since the meeting had started. "I had complete faith in Hagoromo and his unique seals."

"Not our fault!" Naruto yelled, unbothered. He grunted. "Izanami somehow escaped the seal. We have no clue how, though."

"We have reason to believe she escaped the seal because of outside help." Amaterasu asseverated. "But who was able to break the seal?"

"Omoikane?" Susanoo suggested to Amaterasu before he huffed. "He has joined Izanami's army. Maybe he helped her escape the seal."

"I doubt it." Tsukuyomi shook his head in disagreement. "Naruto and Sasuke sealed Izanami into one of the deepest layers of Yomi."

"Shinigami would have sensed Omoikane's presence." Amaterasu pitched in. "Perhaps Izanami used her own power to break the seal?"

"That is possible." Sasuke mused to himself and folded his arms. "I'm more curious about how Izanami plans to regain her full power."

"Us three can handle her." Susanoo gestured at his siblings and snorted. "A full-powered Izanami is no threat to the three of us."

"We shall discuss a plan on how to battle her later." Amaterasu clicked her tongue. She sighed. "That shall be all for this meeting, thank you."

Naruto watched all of the Shinto deities inside of the enormous room disappear into multiple hurricanes of divine-energy. Susanoo cracked his neck and crumbled into blue particles. Tsukuyomi vanished.

Amaterasu gave him and Sasuke a polite nod, transmuting herself into a powerful vortex of intangible flames. Naruto leaned his head back. "That meeting was kinda pointless, Sasuke. Wasn't it?"

Sasuke ignored the petulant inflection within his best friend's mischievous baritone. Pulling a phone out from his pocket, he dialled in an unidentified number before he lifted it up to his ear. "Hello?"

The Uzumaki stared over at Sasuke in unconcealed confusion. Shrugging to himself, Naruto channelled his chakra into the Transportation-Seal beneath his feet and disappeared in a blur.

Stumbling into the basement of the building owned by the Uchiha-Clan, Naruto returned his calloused hands to his pockets and climbed up the stairs before he exited the area through the back-door.

Naruto let out a low hum, sauntering throughout an isolated street inside of the enormous city of Toyo. He transmitted a mental message into his head. "Kurama. How do you think Izanami broke the seal?"

"Maybe that damn Uchiha unsealed her." Kurama snorted. An acerbic chuckle leaked out from his mouth. "Maybe you unsealed her, huh?"

"Shut up, you lazy-ass fur-ball." Naruto chuckled into his head. "Maybe you were the one who unsealed Izanami, eh? You can tell me, buddy."

Kurama opened his mouth to respond to his vessel until he sensed the familiar presence of a belligerent entity. Crimson motes of chakra pumped themselves into Naruto's system. "Speak of the devil, hmph."

Blue eyes twisted themselves into vermillion eyes of unadulterated malice. Naruto arched a confused eye-brow as Kurama channelled his own chakra throughout his system. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Traces of Izanami's divine-energy flooded the atmosphere of the sequestered sector around Naruto. His crimson eyes widened in surprise. "I thought she couldn't materialize herself into this realm."

"The Uchiha did tell us she appeared in his house." Kurama reminded his latest host and grunted. "This is a perfect opportunity for us."

"How?" Naruto glanced at the portal at the end of the isolated road. He bent his knees and gritted his teeth. "I'm not in the mood for a fight."

"You did battle against that Toneri Otsutsuki a little while ago." Kurama yawned in amusement. "You really are attracted to trouble, brat."

"What even happened to Toneri?" Naruto pondered to himself, tilting his head at a contemplative angle. "He fell into a crack in the realm."

"A crack that he created from his three techniques." Kurama huffed, unimpressed. "He deserved to be thrown out of that dimension."

"I think he was pretty impressive." Naruto chuckled. "Toneri did have that Dojutsu, right? It gave him some kind of chakra mode."

Naruto silenced himself and gazed at the portal at the end of the street. An obsidian-tinted portal manifested itself in the air. Izanami stepped out from it while laughing. "It has been a long time, Uzumaki."

"Not that long." Naruto shrugged in response before he squinted his eyes forward. "What the heck are you planning? Everyone is curious."

"Why would I tell you?" Izanami laughed at him, amused. "You're not going to get information out of me, vessel of the fearsome Kyuubi."

"Is she complimenting or mocking you?" The Uzumaki asked his most trusted partner: who grunted. "Kurama ain't fearsome at all!"

"I'm plenty fearsome." Kurama clicked his tongue in annoyance. "If anyone isn't fearsome, it would have to be you. You're harmless!"

Naruto ducked his head downwards. A fist enhanced by divine-energy sailed over his entire body. Izanami smacked her knee in his direction—but grunted when a kick was drilled into her temple.

"He summoned a Shadow-Clone to kick me? Frustrating…"

Dispelling his Shadow-Clone, Naruto punched Izanami straight in the nose and watched her stumble back. She gave him an entertained smirk as she disappeared in a vicious hurricane of ebony particles.

"What the hell was that about?" Naruto's crimson eyes converted themselves back into a luminous blue. "Why'd she leave the fight?"

"Why would I care about any of that?" Kurama possessed a somewhat languid tone. "She was probably testing your abilities out."

"Oh well." Naruto shrugged to himself and slid both of his hands into his pockets. "I'm still hungry! Time for a fresh bowl of Miso-Ramen!"

"Your Ramen obsessions will never not be strange." Kurama grunted into Naruto's mind. "You should really eat other types of food."

"Maybe some other time." Naruto flourished a nonchalant hand before he grinned. "Ramen will always be my favourite."

(-)

October 24th 2008:

Prometheus stood in the middle of a rather large training-room inside of Hecate's grandiose castle. Streams of brown mana rolled off of his coarse finger-tips. Globs of sweat trailed down his scar-covered face.

An exertive grunt bubbled out from the depths of Prometheus' trachea. Pain erupted throughout the entirety of his body as he channelled his mana out into the open air. Prometheus leaned forward in fatigue.

He had been increasing his mana-reserves for the past few days since his calamitous battle against Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha. Prometheus stretched his arms. "Those two children are anomalies."

Naruto was an entity of unadulterated strength. His birth itself had flipped the power-balance of the Shinto pantheon once the Kyuubi had been sealed into his stomach. "Sasuke Uchiha is unique himself…"

Sasuke was a child born into the infamous Uchiha-Clan—a clan of endless amounts of hatred and strength. However, in the Divine-War, Sasuke had procured the power of an impressive eye. "The Rinnegan."

Prometheus shook his head and concentrated on the mana he had materialized into the atmosphere of the room. Manipulating the particles of magic into a scythe and blade, he smiled. "Extraordinary."

The mana within these two weapons was much more potent than the weapons he had summoned in the brawl between Naruto and him. Shrinking his full-blown smile into a smirk, Prometheus hummed.

"An increase in my magical-reserves will be pointless." Prometheus clenched a resolved fist. "I must master my latest technique soon."

"The Kyuubi will be mine." His brown irises glistened in merciless determination. "For that to be a possibility, I must bide my time."

"Where did Toneri even escape to?" Prometheus murmured to himself in contemplation. "Lord Kronos wasn't happy that he had been beaten."

"How ironic." Prometheus snorted and shook his head for a second time. "Toneri Otsutsuki's Tenseigan proved to be worthless. Hm."

The titan of forethought heard the door to the room open. Brown eyes of perpetual mystery glanced at Luke: whose handsome feature possessed an agony-filled expression. "Ah! If it isn't young Castellan!"

"Shut up." Luke stepped forward and rolled one of his shoulders. "Even if I won, Alabaster was quite a powerful opponent to battle."

"You speak of the child of Hecate." Prometheus snapped his fingers. He nodded. "Alabaster C. Torrington is an impressive magician."

"He specializes in numerous styles of magic." Prometheus chuckled. "You are a prodigy of magic, but Alabaster is something else."

"That good, huh?" Luke folded his arms, impressed. "He was a good sparring partner, though. Back-Biter was still enough for his barriers."

"You underestimate how desirable your weapon is." The titan snorted in unconcealed amusement. "Have you come to me for something?"

"I wanted to tell you that my mana has been sealed on lord Kronos' orders." Luke answered. "I was positive you'd care about this news."

"They sealed his mana?" Prometheus lowered both of his eye-brows down. Surprise coloured his smooth voice. "Really? How interesting."

"Lord Kronos wants me to concentrate more on my physical abilities." Luke sighed at the open air of the room. "I will trust his decision."

"Why would Kronos want young Castellan's mana to be sealed?" Prometheus was rather confused. "Am I missing a crucial detail?"

"Hm." Prometheus grunted and disappeared within a powerful hurricane of pure magical-energy. "I shall see you soon, Castellan."

Prometheus teleported himself into Kronos' throne-room. At the end of the stairs inside of the room, there sat the lord of time in an aureate throne. "Prometheus? I haven't called for your presence, have I?"

"My apologies, my lord." Prometheus sank down to one of his knees. "I was told by Luke Castellan that you issued an order to seal his mana."

"Indeed I did." Kronos nodded without a single shred of concern. "Why are you so bothered by my decision, Prometheus? Are you against it?"

"I am not against any of your decisions, my liege." Prometheus mumbled in reverence. "I think he should increase his mana levels."

"Do you now?" Kronos pressed his chin down onto his knuckles, unbothered. "Forget about me changing my mind, Prometheus."

"I am sorry, my lord." The titan of forethought lowered his head and murmured. "I apologize if I have offended you at all, lord Kronos."

"I am not offended at all." Kronos grinned to himself before he chuckled. "I have plans for that boy. He will succeed, I assure you."

"I still feel disappointed that you have failed me twice." Luminous eyes glinted an ominous yellow. "Naruto Uzumaki has been an issue, hm?"

"It is because he shall not relinquish the Kyuubi to us." Prometheus grunted. "My lord. May I ask why you desire the Kyuubi?"

"I desire all forms of power." Kronos clenched one of his fists. "The Kyuubi shall become mine. It is the strongest of all the Biju."

"I understand." Prometheus climbed to his feet, crumbling into a vicious vortex of brown molecules. "What incredible resolve…"

Transporting himself into the central-room within the enormous palace, Prometheus seated himself down on a wooden-chair. Breaths of exhaustion left his mouth. "My mana has been increasing—good."

Prometheus still thought about the two Shinobi of the Shinto pantheon and their power. A few thoughts filled his head. One thought in particular was unique. "How would a battle be if they go full-power?"

He huffed more in unconcealed exhaustion before he teleported himself into his office. Settling down onto his office-chair, Prometheus intertwined his fingers. "I still have many doubts about my plan."

Prometheus shoved his chair backwards and stepped out of his office. Indifference illuminated his scar-covered features. He sighed. "I suppose I can no longer be too lax in my training. Now then."

A concealed door revealed itself to Prometheus from one of the normal walls of the palace. Snapping his fingers, the door of a hidden sector opened. He walked through the threshold and smiled.

Multitudinous amounts of files were scattered across the desk in the middle of the isolated room. Prometheus picked up a single documentation—this documentation had an interesting illustration.

It was of a featureless person: who had entered a suitable position for some type of meditation. This meditation technique would help Prometheus in his conquest for more strength. "I thought I had lost this."

Smirking to himself in indisputable pleasure, the titan of forethought set the documentation down onto the wooden-table in front of him. Prometheus transmuted his smirk into a small smile. "Uzumaki…"

Prometheus turned around, folded his calloused hands behind his back, chuckled, canted his head, and hummed. "You have defeated me about twice. However, I shall not lose for a third time. Not again."

"What was that saying?" Prometheus pondered to himself and tapped his chin. "Oh, of course. They say the third time is the charm."

(-)

October 28th 2008:

Naruto walked through one of the busiest streets in the heart of Tokyo. Hands slipped within his pockets, he entered the somewhat sequestered sector of his favourite cafe. He lowered his head.

The Uzumaki seated himself down on a wooden-chair—this wooden-chair had a fabric-constructed pad. Blue eyes glanced in the direction of a patient waiter: who smiled. "What is your order, sir?"

"One hot chocolate and two chocolate cakes, please." Naruto grinned and leaned his head back. "I haven't had a chance to relax in a while."

"True." Kurama chuckled into the deepest depths of his partner's head. "You haven't visited this cafe in a few weeks, right?"

"Yep." Naruto watched the waiter set his two plates of hot chocolate and chocolate cakes down on the table. "This place is the best!"

Sipping his hot chocolate from the rim of the mug, Naruto let out a refreshed sigh before he took another sip of his delicious beverage. Naruto laughed in his mind. "This hot chocolate is good."

His phone beeped—someone was calling his number.

Naruto sighed.

He was frustrated.

A/N: Thanks for reading.