A/N: Surpass Your Limits will be update Tuesday/Wednesday.
Its a long chapter already, given Gojo's part in it, and I want it to be perfect.
Holidays are still beating me down, slept through both my alarms, and this is posted from my phone.
With my fifteen year anniversary on this site finally here, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.
And of course, there are times when I look to the future ahead and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch lest it poison my mind; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. Feels like everyone's lost their minds. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.
As ever, I own no quotes, references, themes, or memes. Not a wit or a one! They're tributes to legends far greater than I.
I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world, one word at a time.
Time and feedback will determine if this remains a story. Simple as that.
In other words...its up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!
"...I'm gonna kill 'em. Who made up this legend about me?!
~?
A Most Unlikely Body
Legends are often strange things.
Twisted by time, stories of heroes often evolve.
Until one day, they barely resemble what they truly were.
(.0.0.0.)
...you must be joking."
Naruto clenched the rights of his right hand into a fist. The bloody digits responded well enough he felt, better than his old one. Sure he'd have to test them in a few fights, but beggars couldn't be choosers. It felt good to be young again, back in his prime no less; the full intensity of his power thrumming through his body with all the fiery fury of some mad demon god. Speakin' of which...
Why.
Did he have.
Four bloody hands?!
He'd never had those before! Even with his chakra arms!
"So," he turned to face the frozen figure standing before him. "What gives? Why was I summoned like this?"
They trembled a little at that, almost quivering with despair. "You're not Sukuna...
His brow furrowed. "The hell's a Sukuna? No, nevermind. Don't tell me."
His new arms responded well enough. He planted one on their shoulder, holding them in place; with the second he drove a fist into the solar plexus of his new "master", doubling them over. Utilizing the other two, he took ahold of their startled face, reared back and-
CRUNCH.
It was a very nice headbutt, he mused. Knocked them right out. They slumped at his feet with a bloody gurgle.
He could hardly kill them now, could he? They' gone through all this trouble to bring him back from the dead. That would be rude.
Still, he hadn't fallen so far as to serve someone like that.
And if six other servants had been summoned...well.
He walked away with a whistle.
Time for a massacre.
A/N: Aaaand scene~!
Bit of a triple crossover here, hope you enjoyed.
I do hope it entertained someone, somewhere, somehow.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
So...in the immortal words of Atlas...
...Revieeeeew, Would You Kindly?
No previews here. Too sickly.
Sorry...T_T