"Is he... supposed to spasm that much?"

"Ah, don't worry. Just reconnecting those nerves. He'll be up in a minute."

I breathed in the ventilated air of our base and tried to lean up, only to start coughing like a smoker and fall back into the bed.

"Oy!" I felt a small hand smack my forehead. "Stay down! You've still got like ten minutes on the burner. Wait for the purge to finish."

"Indra, are you awake?" I heard Taylor speak by my side.

"Of course he's awake, you just saw him move autonomously for the first time in over a day," Bonesaw sniffed.

I opened my eyes, hissing as my unadjusted eyes met with a lamp shining right down on my face. I reflexively shut my eyes again, heard someone adjust the lamp, and opened them back up.

Taylor had moved the lamp out of my face.

"Hey," I croaked. "Anything new?"

"Just you!" Bonesaw cheerfully informed me.

I looked over to her voice, finding her at the end of my bed, monitoring my vitals and infection progress through various devices attached to my body. An IV was stuck in my arm, providing me with a constant drip of hydration.

Speaking of, I really needed to piss.

The purge finished and Taylor helped me sit up. Without the virus being forcibly eliminated within my body, I was already feeling better. My muscles hadn't changed much, but over a day in a coma wasn't conducive to maintaining full function. I began to stretch and flex my body, feeling a newfound vitality rush through them.

I reached into my core and began to pull on my chakra network, gasping as a rush of chakra flooded through my body. My chakra network filled to the brim, stretching and expanding in response to the massive flood of energy, and I've only scratched the surface of my new reserves.

"What are you smiling about?" Taylor asked, breaking me from my revelry.

"My enhancements," I responded. "I can already tell that they've made a difference."

"Yeah… about that…" Taylor looked away. "Bonesaw noticed something once the virus got to your hair. She didn't seem to think it mattered, but apparently, your hair has changed color at the root. It's growing white now."

"Really?" I blinked. "Could I get a mirror?"

Taylor handed me a hand mirror, which I used to look at myself. With my normal eyes, I looked like I used to. Black hair, black eyes, normal Uchiha business. I flicked on my Sharingan, saw the roots of my hair growing white, and was immediately distracted by the new appearance of my eyes.

The biggest change is the sclera of my Sharingan. The whites of my eyes became a glowing red, identical to the glow of my Sharingan. The full red of my eyes was almost reminiscent of a Rinnesharingan, if not for some obvious distinctions. My pupil was a black slit, still surrounded by three tomoe. I shifted up to my Mangekyo, three more tomoe sprouting from the barrier between my sclera and iris.

I felt my heartbeat and could feel my blood rush through my veins in tune with it, every drop spreading out throughout my body and then getting sucked back out, replaced with new blood in a new heartbeat. I intuitively knew that I could reach out and seize that blood, warping it with my new eyes.

I restrained myself. No need to accidentally kill myself with a heart attack jutsu.

I flashed a few hand seals, my usual routine for creating a Shadow Clone, only for my control over the rush of chakra to slip. The jutsu exploded in my hands, a flash of red chakra. A couple of my fingers broke under the force, only to immediately reset themselves and heal with slight burn of chakra.

"Are you ok?" Taylor asked, worried and surprised by the small burst of energy.

"Yeah, yeah," I assured her. "Just have more fuel in the tank than I'm used to."

I began to weave hand seals again, this time more slowly and carefully regulating my chakra flow. I didn't try and take a shortcut this time, molding each and every hand seal needed to use the jutsu. My chakra split, and a Shadow Clone formed.

"Make more clones and get a handle on our control again," I told myself, watching my clone as he went.

My chakra had changed fundamentally, even in color. My dark green was gone, replaced with a brilliant ruby color. Take a wild guess what liquid that color looked eerily similar.

What else changed?

I engaged my Susanoo. My ribcage lost the drowned, dingy look. Gone was the color of Leviathan, replaced with the glow of a bloody red. The ribs themselves were a separate color from the overall red of the construct, the bleached white that bones are known for. Said bones appeared to constantly drip blood, droplets falling from the white and disappearing into smoky red.

"Oh my god," I dropped to my knees in shock. "I'm the edgiest thing I've ever seen."

I suppose I only have myself to blame.

In a flash of inspiration, I pressed my hands together and performed a simple transformation. I altered the color of my hair to match the roots, inspecting myself in the mirror. Then I turned to Taylor.

"What do you think? Keep it white or black?"

"Uhh…" She hesitated. "White looks good with the red eyes, but black hair is more… you. Plus the black and red of your coat would look weird with the white and red."

I considered her input, then pressed my hands together again. This time, I replaced my clothes, creating a red and white Akatsuki cloak to match my red eyes and white hair.

"I like this," I decided as I looked at myself. "Not for casual use or stealth missions, but it has some flair to it. I think I'll look like this for public appearances," I transformed back into black hair and a black cloak, "And keep this for everything else. I think a bit of rebranding would be nice."

I deactivated my Sharingan and turned back to Taylor. "Now, I'm hungry as hell. More than usual. I think I may have increased calorie requirements. Or the whole 'no food for a day' is catching up. Probably both, actually."

"Let's get you some food, then." Taylor smiled. "You want to try that all-you-can-eat sushi bar you were talking about?"

"One last thing," I decided.

I raised my hand up and made a fist, channeling chakra into my knuckles. Spikes of bones split open my knuckles, four talons of bleached bone nearly a foot long each.

"Awesome," I breathed, admiring my makeshift claws. "So... how the hell do I turn these things off?"

After using Omoikane to learn a decent bit of bone manipulation, I ran into an issue: I couldn't use medical ninjutsu effectively anymore. My regeneration took care of the soreness of my eyes after a few minutes, but I didn't have the instant relief that I'd gotten used to.

The whole chakra control thing is suddenly a real pain in the ass. I've never been more thankful that I barely had to deal with it until now.

Finer applications of water release were suddenly beyond me, immediately depriving me of my eroding water orb and water tentacles. On the bright side, I'm able to throw out waves like a less impressive version of a certain traumatizing death construct.

On the bright side, more clones meant more efficient mastery, but I had my work cut out for me. Dead Bone Pulse was technically a yang technique and it was one that I needed to master quickly, so that I didn't accidentally turn myself into a mass of bone. Unfortunately, I'm just naturally significantly better at controlling Yin.

The real power of having access to the Kaguya bloodline was my invention of bone clones. Standard bone clones were functionally the same as water clones. The big difference was their composition: they're entirely composed of the harder-than-steel bones produced by Dead Bone Pulse. Incredible for melee combat but useless for anything else. They still pop if anything can crack the bone, but that's harder than you'd think.

The bone shadow clones were the good shit, though. All of the benefits of shadow clones, the durability of bone clones, and barely more expensive than a regular shadow clone due to literally being built of the required chakra type.

Techniques like Susanoo and Dead Bone Pulse, ones that require relatively little chakra control but a lot of chakra reserves, are my primary combat techniques for the near future. Large-scale water release is very effective, if excessively draining, but there was one set of skills where my chakra control didn't matter a single bit.

Oh, fuinjutsu. I can't believe I've overlooked you for so long. With plenty of chakra to fuel Omoikane, suddenly very efficient, powerful, and compressed seals became possible. I had to scrap my early space-time Fuinjutsu tags. Standard Flying Raijin requires an absurd sensory ability to connect with, as well as a large chakra cost. Sensory skills are a time sink I'm not willing to invest in. Barely any use for it in a world with no chakra other than my own.

Instead, I came up with a workaround. If I couldn't reach out and activate teleportation tags, I'd just have to make a seal that would do it for me. Still expensive in terms of chakra, but that's not that important anymore.

But why stop there?

I have plenty of chakra to learn much more advanced seals, and I've got a pretty good idea for this one: If I can make a seal to control the activation of a teleportation seal, then why couldn't I make a seal that manages every seal I made?

Before the day was up I had a seal tattooed on my upper back. It was a triangle of kanji between and beneath my shoulder blades, lines sprouting from each point connecting into a central kanji. Any seal I wanted to control with it needed some tiny modifications, which meant my old storage and explosive seals are outdated. I'll have to rebuild my supply with new, modified tags. I can leave my base traps as-is, at least.

I'll have to find a fun way to dispose of my old explosives. July is coming up soon, and it wouldn't hurt to show some patriotism in the most American way possible: blowing shit up. Not that I felt much patriotism, but I can appreciate a nice boom.

I spent a long time after that considering the merits of an atomic fusion bomb in seal form. Would that much power ever be warranted?

Then, I remembered the Endbringers existed.

I love progress.

"Ready for this?" Lisa—Tattletale asked, fixing a tiny camera to my white and red cloak.

I was decked out in white and red: my hair a perfect white with three tomoe idly spinning in my eyes. Fully rebranded, prepared to take on a new identity.

The newest conqueror of part of Brockton Bay.

"He's in there," Taylor informed me. "He's just sitting in a recliner. Drinking whisky, I think. Looks expensive."

Me, Taylor, Lisa, and ten of Lisa's hired mercenaries holed up in a building a few blocks away from Lung's "hideout."

Lung didn't live a civilian life. He was the dragon of Brockton Bay, and he enjoyed that life. Awake or asleep, he was Lung. At least, that's my best guess on his psychology. He doesn't talk about himself much, from what I understand.

It was simple. Walk in, challenge him for leadership, kick his ass. Get him big enough to prove a point, but not enough to endanger civilians. If I'm going to make the ABB submit, I'm going to have to prove that I'm more dangerous than a rampaging Lung, not just take him out from behind.

The backup plan is completely overpowering him with my visual genjutsu. The Sharingan and Ketsuryugan combined make for incredibly potent mind-altering effects, more than enough to instantly shut him down if things go bad. If I can turn a shadow clone of myself into a mindless puppet, I'm certain I can tame a rampaging Lung.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

"Alright, hand me that teleportation thing."

I held out a seal to Taylor. Two wasps snatched it from my hand, rolling it up into a cylinder and carrying it out of the window. I dropped another tag in this room: the central command for this operation.

"Alright… it's outside. You're good to go."

I sent chakra into the seal on my back, linked up with the seal, and teleported. I scooped down and grabbed the seal from the wasps, returning it to my pocket. No need to give away anything I don't need to. Then I turned the doorknob and entered Lung's room.

The large, heavily tattooed man watched me as I entered, idly sipping his whiskey and watching me through his metallic dragon mask. I closed the door behind me.

"I'm here to take over your organization," I introduced myself.

Lung put down his glass, grabbed the bottle, and took a quick swig. "Are you, now?" Lung growled. He had a heavy Chinese accent and a deep voice.

"I am."

"Hm."

A moment of silence passed.

"Well, aren't you going to transform?"

"Aren't you going to attack?"

Another pause. Then, Lung started to chuckle.

"I see now. You're not here to take me out quietly: you want to send a message. The shinobi shows some honor, for once."

"That's correct," I admitted.

Lung took another drink from his bottle. "You aren't a complete fool. Neither am I. I know there are some stronger than me. We've both met one in battle: Leviathan."

"So?"

"I'll speak plainly: I know when to play dead. But I also understand you. You want to send a message, but you aren't the sort to risk too much collateral damage. You are willing to compromise for a better result. More than that, you think that you'd win. I can smell it."

"...I'm listening."

"You can't send a much of a message... unless I fight back. We will find a better spot for you: away from anything you aren't willing to destroy. There, we will fight. The world will see a dragon, and you will see if you can defeat one. If I win, I will kill you. If you win, send me away. I will leave to lick my wounds and find somewhere new."

"Not exactly a fair deal. What if I'd rather you in the birdcage?"

Lung laughed at me. "When has a shinobi cared about fairness?"

I considered the proposal.

Lisa's voice crackled in my ear. "I think he's being genuine?"

"Fine," I agreed. "We'll have a true fight."

"Good," Lung took one last swig from his bottle, rose from his recliner, and walked toward the door. "We will go to the northern coast. Few people reside there, but we will be seen. The PRT will stay out of the way until the fight is over, the cowards."

I opened the door for him, following behind the man. We exited his house and took to the streets. People gaped at the pair of us walking down the street, some ABB members even drawing guns.

"Hold your fire!" Lung demanded, and his men listened. "We are going to fight for the leadership of the ABB. The strongest rules: you already know this. Do not interfere."

We continued uninterrupted.

"We are here," Lung declared.

Yet another wrecked part of the city: not a particularly uncommon thing. Lung turned around to face me, dragon mask glaring down at me.

"Well?" Lung demanded. "Are you going to fight me?"

I shot forward, slamming a fist into his cheek. His metal mask warped under the punch, leaving an imprint of my fist and knocking him off his feet. He fell on his back, and started to grow.

Lung was back on his feet in an instant, spraying fire from his mouth. I body flickered behind Lung, slamming a kick into his back. He flew across the street, skipping across the ground.

He got back up, growing. The imprint I made began to fill out, until the mask burst from his face, revealing his warped draconic visage in all its terrible glory. Now he stood nearly ten feet tall, bearing his maw at me. Scales started to engulf his body, and he charged right back in.

I ducked under a punch and returned the favor to a kidney, knocking Lung off balance. I used the moment of opportunity to slam another kick into him. He didn't fly off his feet this time, instead, he skidded back, blasting two streams of fire from his hands at me.

My hands blurred through a few seals and a formless spray of water ejected from the water storage seal on my arm. The water snuffed out the flames and slammed into Lung, knocking him off his feet and sending him to the ground.

Lung got back up, more than fifteen feet tall.

He went for another punch and I repeated the duck and strike, only for Lung to shrug the hit off and try and slam an elbow down into me. I avoided the elbow as it crashed down into the earth while sprouting a bone spike from my wrist. I slammed down on his arm with a quick palm strike, the bone on my wrist punching through the scales and gouging a hole into Lung's arm.

Lung roared and exploded. The concussive wave forced me flying backward, but didn't hurt much. I healed any damage in a moment, though my white cloak lost much of its luster.

Another spike of bone sprouted from both of my wrist, then separated from my arm and dropped into my hands. I began to throw bone spikes, using them as makeshift throwing knives, dodging around fire and fists.

They punched through Lung's scales when they struck, leaving countless white spikes embedded into Lung's skin and fueling his rage. Lung hit twenty feet tall and exploded again, though this time I was far enough away that I barely felt the heat, much less the explosion. The spikes of bone popped out of Lung as he exploded, the holes punched into his body healing in an instant.

"Bones?" Lung thundered. "You remind me of Marquis. He was dangerous... but not more than ME!"

Lung hit twenty-five feet and bone spikes ceased to matter. They were pinpricks, not going deep enough to bother him. On all fours, he began to charge up and down the road, spewing fire and swiping at me with his massive claws. Buildings around us began to collapse from the damage, slowly creating a wider arena of rubble and concrete for us to fight in.

One of his blasts of fire hit a gas pipeline, and suddenly there was a massive spout of fire for Lung to take advantage of. He formed a barrier to trap me: a line of fire that met with a large brick wall: the only other direction was the one that Lung was charging in from.

I body flickered up and over him just before he barreled through, his body tearing through the brick wall with ease. He turned around and looked at me as I fell through the air, still flashing hand seals. Water formed around my arm, sharpening into a wicked blade spread across my forearm, and I flicked it toward Lung as he charged right back at me.

The water separated from my arm, keeping its shape as a sharp blade of water that gouged deeply into Lung's chest. He gurgled in pain but did not stop, intent on reaching me before my feet touched the ground.

I engaged my Susanoo ribcage.

Lung's running punch hit my ribcage and cracked it, but I punched back. My shield held as I sprouted a fist's worth of knuckle spikes, and threw the strongest punch I could right into his exposed chest wound.

Lung howled.

His arms crashed down onto my Susanoo ribcage and he began to squeeze, the sheer force spreading cracks throughout my ruby construct. My bone spikes snapped off of my hands as he hit a sudden growth spurt. I immediately advanced my Susanoo to the full upper body, grabbed Lung, and threw him.

Lung once again skipped across the ground, only to get back up nearly thirty feet tall. His chest stitched itself mostly together around where I left bones, but it didn't look too pleasant, and I couldn't help but notice a tail.

Lung inhaled and I could see the build-up of fire ignite in his chest, even without my Sharingan. I began to flash hand seals as his chest glowed blue-yellow, and then he exhaled.

Blue flame scoured the earth around me as Lung maintained the heat, bringing back memories of the time Burnscar almost cooked me alive. My Susanoo was taking the damage and heat much better, but that didn't mean I was going to be idle and let myself burn.

It wouldn't happen again.

I finished the jutsu and my seal began to spew thick mist, pushing away the smoke and weakening the fire. I body flickered up to Lung and slammed a skeletal fist into his face, then returned to the mist and reverted my Susanoo to a ribcage.

I want to see through this mist.

"WHERE ARE YOU!?" I watched Lung scream through monstrous vocal cords. "I WILL BURN EVERYTHING, AS LONG AS YOU ARE LOST WITH IT!"

I began to blur through seals in the cover of mist, sneaking around behind Lung as he melted and demolished building after building. Three water dragons coelesed around me and launched at Lung.

The first one slammed into his back and sent him sprawling, only to turn around and take the second to the face. The third solidly struck the off-balance dragon in the chest, the force lifting him into the air and sending him flying through the sky.

Lung's roar boomed into my ears and at thirty-five feet, Lung sprouted four wings. He was barely recognizable anymore: a vaguely humanoid scaly being with a neck that's far too long. With a great flap of his wings, he blew away my mist. I ended Omoikane.

Lung swooped overhead, keeping just out of reach. I dodged a flick of his tail that gouged a ten-foot-long gash in the earth, then he began to spray three streams of fire from his hands and mouth. Now white-hot, it warranted an immediate evacuation.

I body flickered again, appearing above Lung and returning my Susanoo to my maximum size. Before Lung could turn around, I folded my hands together and swung them down. My Susanoo copied the action, the double-handed swing impacting Lung's back with a terrible crunch and rocketing him into a small crater.

I angled my body parallel to the ground, keeping my defense pointed toward Lung as I fell to the ground after him. As I fell, I flashed through hand seals.

Lung breathed white fire up at me, slowing my fall as my Susanoo fell through his continuous blast of fire. He added his arms to the mix, tripling the input as I continued to fall.

The jutsu finished. Thousands of gallons of water were compressed into a short, pressurized spray that I released into the flame, aiming for center mass. The short blast of water tore through the fire with a hiss of steam, heading straight for Lung's shoulder. The water bored straight through Lung and even deeper into the ground beneath it. Lung howled and lost his focus on his fire. As I fell I prepared a punch, using the momentum of the fall and the full strength of the Susanoo to drive a punch down onto his wounded shoulder.

It hit with a crack and a tremor through the earth, definitely dislocating his shoulder and probably shattering his collarbone. Despite the horrible pain and his unmistakable rage, Lung never lost the cruel cunning in his eyes.

His tail lashed out, aimed at the unarmored bottom of my Susanoo. Still midair, I didn't have many options. I instinctively focused as much energy as I could into sprouting criss-crossing ribs as thick as my arm all over the front of my body, and turned to face the oncoming tail.

My Susanoo fell as the tail hit my bone shield, and I was the one who was sent skipping across the ground this time. The ribs shattered, but it was enough to absorb most of the blow. I didn't have the scales to protect my skin from being ripped off as I skidded, but my skeleton was too strong to break.

I stood up, my regeneration already kicking in and patching my torn flesh together. My clothes weren't as lucky. If the bone-shield punching through the cloth wasn't enough to qualify them as ruined, the ground finished the job. I looked to Lung, who now stood over forty feet tall.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE FIGHTING NOW? YOU CANNOT WIN LIKE THIS! DIE, OR DO BETTER!"

I saw multiple choppers in the distance, some PRT and some news, all recording the fight from a safe distance. Good. The message is delivered.

I sprouted my skeletal Susanoo again, weaving hand seals. Lung charged at me, a rabid look in his eyes, intent to kill. For the first time in my life, I reached out and tried to take over his mind with my new eyes' Genjutsu.

Lung's eyes promptly shifted into a reflection of my own, all red with six tomoe and rectangular pupils. I felt him struggle under my control, a raging dragon tugging at his leash, but I tightened my grip and fed more chakra into his mind, holding him still for retribution. I continued weaving hand seals as he struggled for control, molding water chakra at a level I would have considered absurd once.

Water spewed endlessly from my water storage seal, gathering in a massive whirlpool around me. It continued to grow, endless and ravenous. It reached Lung and dragged him in, and I lost control of his mind.

Lung struggled in the whirlpool as I increased the intensity and scale, spinning faster with every second. Still, I weaved hand seals.

Then, on the seventy-fourth hand seal, I was done.

The whirlpool coalesced into a 9-headed hydra, trapping the struggling Lung and all the debris caught in the whirlpool into it's 'stomach.' The nine heads punched through their own body like dancing ribbons of high-pressure water, preventing any escape. Lung tried to burn, tried to explode, and tried to breathe. He failed at all three tasks.

With one last activation seal, the hydra rocketed away like a water dragon bullet, dragging the nearly forty-five-foot-tall Lung away with it. The water hydra and Lung sailed away, over the horizon, and vanished into the west.

I never saw him again.

The PRT choppers began to move and I spotted multiple Dragon suits heading in my direction. I quickly body flickered into cover, moved chakra into my back, visualized mission control, and teleported.

Regent threw a piece of orange chicken at my face as I reappeared. I instinctively caught it with my mouth.

"Thanks for the halftime show, boner."

"When the fuck did you show up?" I asked as I chewed.

"While you were getting hot and sweaty with a big, strong, older man."

I rolled my eyes. "This chicken is shit. How can you stand it?"

"I thought it was thematically appropriate."

"That's fucked up, dude."

Tattletale cleared her throat. "I sent a couple of guys after you to get a recording. We lost visuals from your camera once you got hit, but we got a full recording with them. I'll put that out once we take over the command structure, mix in some of your perspective."

"Let's get on that, then," Taylor decided.

"Alright. Head back over there and gather the lieutenants," Lisa instructed me. "And transform your clothes into something... presentable."

We met at a tea shop. Apparently, the usual location where Lung met with his subordinates, though they did function as an actual tea shop.

It was interesting to go out in public again, in costume and with a completely exposed face.

In a private room with a long, rectangular table, I sat at the head. Hive sat at my right and Lisa at my left, with Regent and Lisa's men standing behind them. I sipped an admittedly delicious cup of tea: the most expensive brew in the shop. Also Lung's favorite, apparently.

The commanders of the ABB funneled into the room, bowing lowly and then sitting down without a word.

Lisa leaned over and whispered, amused, "They've been waiting for a couple of minutes now. Waiting for two who didn't show up."

"Introduce yourselves and tell me what you manage," I commanded, projecting my voice across the room.

The men introduced themselves one by one, and I committed them to memory.

"And the two who didn't show up?"

"They are Hu and Bao," explained Seung after a moment, the man in charge of the protection racket.

"They ran the human trafficking operations," Lisa spoke audibly, giving a small smirk.

I finished the cup of tea as the man nodded hesitantly. I set the cup down, weaved a few hand seals, and drew more tea from the pot with a quick application of nature release. A few of the men flinched at the casual use of power, but most of them were impressively stoic.

"I will be completely honest. I dislike most of you, but I want this to go smoothly. You go along quietly and keep your men in check? I won't ask what you did before this. But if you commit or enable any… unsavory behavior? I'll make you or whoever did it feel whatever the victim felt for days on end, and throw you to the wolves. Let the punishment fit the crime, you know? Is that understood?"

"It is," the room agreed.

Huh. Lung's fear tactics have conditioned these guys well.

"Err… Lord?" A younger man asked, gulping as my eyes flicked over to his. "If you want to… change our methods, how will we continue to make money?"

"That leads me to our introductions. You know who we are." I nodded toward Taylor. "And these are Tattletale and Regent. Tattletale will be behind the majority of the operations. I know you know little about them, and that is for good reason. What little you will learn in this meeting will not be shared. I will ensure it. Look me in the eyes."

One by one, they obeyed. I escalated to my Mangekyo, delving deep into each of their minds and implanting the command. Not a long-term solution, but it gets the point across.

"Tattletale here is a… Thinker 8, I believe? The rating is meaningless, though, what matters is what she is capable of. Tell them your plans."

"We'll have two major sources of income: local protections and smuggling." Tattletale launched into speech, happy to have a captive audience. "Local protections won't be protection from us, it'll be actual protections. The rest of the protection will be for us, keeping territory and fighting off Nazis."

"Smuggling? What the hell are we smuggling?"

"Doesn't really matter," Tattletale shrugged, smirk on her face. "See, Indra here can do a lot of very interesting things with ink and paper."

She held her hand out and Regent handed her a book. She placed the book on the table and removed the bookmark, displaying it to the men. A small storage seal, with two central kanji. She placed the tag on the ground and tapped the bottom kanji, two crates ejecting onto either side.

"Anything valuable that needs to be shipped? We send someone on a plane with a couple of slips of paper. Need bulk shipping? We put a stack of papers in a folder in some briefcases. Boyz, welcome to white-collar crime. We make the real money."

With that explained, I moved to the other large organizational change I intended to roll out.

"I believe that 'Azn Bad Boyz' is a terrible name for a more... civil crime organization. So, we need a new one. Once, the Hindu god Indra fought a demon in dragon form, and in doing so gained the title Vrtrahan. So, that is what you will be called from today: Vritrahan."

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Topic: Lung and Pain fight for leadership of the ABB

In: Boards ► News ► Events ►America ►Brockton Bay

AllSeeingEye (Original Poster) (The Gal in the Know):

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Spoiler: Pain wins. He's mostly going by his real name now, Indra. Do you want the exclusive scoop? He's taken over and is moving the group as a whole to more organized crime. Seems he's gone from a national threat to a crime lord who happens to also be a national threat.

XxVoid_CowboyxX:

Wait wha? I heard they were fighting but he's taking over the ABB now? I was fucking around when I said I thought he wanted to take over the city.

Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE):

Pain? Yes, that is what they used to call him. Pain the Black.

This is Pain the White. He comes back to you now—at the turn of the tide.

Vista (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE):

You've actually read a book? You know how to read?

Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE):

yeag

ChaosMeatball:

When did he get bone powers? How is that, in any way, a ninja thing?

Valkyr (Wiki Warrior):

His eyes have changed too. I have no clue what that means in terms of his powers, but I'll toss it on his page.

XxVoid_CowboyxX:

He's obviously mind controlling Lung. Like no bullshit this time, I'm not joking, he totally just made Lung sit still and let the whirlpool hit him

LeviathanH8R ([Leviathan Survivor]^2):

Akatsuki ?

PantySeer (Verified Cape) (New Wave):

He got banned lol