A moment later, the wave of magma blew apart and Daiki walked out, sans clothing. While Derflinger crackled with aura negating the damage, hanging from his more or less, nude back.
Wang hanging in the toasty air, Daiki crossed his arms and nodded, "Samantha it is." he mused, before tensing his legs and rocketing up into the air faster than a bullet. He flipped around and drove both of his bare feet into the chin of the massive dragon.
A roar of agony left it as Daiki's feet shattered all of the rocky armour under its mouth and bodily lifted the beast up off its feet, into the air.
Where it flipped and landed hard on its back hard enough to shake the earth below it like an earthquake struck due to its massive size and weight.
And then mid air, he thrust his palms up and unleashed a pair of Force Palm jutsu's and rocketed him back down. Where he then spun multiple times to pick up momentum, and came down driving both of his feet into its stomach.
The rocky armour atop its stomach went snap, crackle and pop and Daiki found himself once more submerged in lava even as the wind was driven entirely from the beasts lungs, its body curving upwards, eyes bulging and limbs flailing-
Before going completely limp as its trio of venomous yellow eyes rolled up into the back of its head and it fell unconscious.
"Well that was anti-climactic." Derflinger snorted as Daiki pulled himself out of the dragons magma encrusted body.
"That was…just sad." Daiki shook his head in agreement. It was a good thing he wasn't all hyped up for a good fight, otherwise he'd have been massively blue balled.
He probably should have used his aura though, if just to save his clothes from getting burnt.
But oh well. The only important thing on his physical body was his seals, and they were much too durable to be destroyed so easily by a wimpy attack like that.
It was just magma after all. And not like Magma Style, just pure magma with no chakra enhancement.
'I wonder, will I be able to use magma style through this guy?' he wondered idly, before shrugging.
Daiki snapped his finger, and with a flare of chakra, a second later a pair of sandals, shorts and a tank top appeared covering his body.
"You know, now I'm kind of glad I decided to give up on this guy," Derflinger chortled, "Man, think how disappointed I'd be if this was the big fight? I'd cut right through this guy now in seconds."
That he would.
Casually walking up the fallen beasts body, Daiki hopped up onto its head, but it didn't even stir.
"God above you're weak," He shook his head, before something occurred to him and he smirked, "Daiki above, you're weak." he corrected himself.
"I see what you did there." Derflinger snorted in amusement.
…But yeah, this guy, or rather gal, was super weak.
Samantha was pitiful.
He didn't wanna seal something like this inside himself besides badasses like his Bro and uncle actual proper cool and powerful dragon.
He'd have to make something of this clown Samantha.
First though-
"Let's try this out." Daiki mused, crouching down atop Samantha's head and placing his hand atop it.
And then he pulled upon the power he'd taken from Julio earlier, that of the Left Hand of God, the supposed master of all beasts.
If the potency of it truly did come down to pure will power, then he wasn't quite as limited as that ponce.
A bright glow suffused his fist, before seeping into the dragon. Almost immediately, he felt a push against him.
It felt almost akin to the connection he shared with Isobu and Atlas Flame, but weaker, or different shaped? No, it felt more that it was only one way? From him to it.
And its own will and mind was trying to block him from getting in through that connection.
…But it was weak.
Comparing it to Atlas Flame and Isobu? If he had to make a comparison, it would be like comparing a blade of grass to one of the great towering trees of Konoha formed by Hashirama Senju's wood release.
It was flimsy, unrefined and flat out weak compared to them.
He crushed Samantha's will easily with his own.
That done, he hopped off her head and landed on the ground, and by his will, her trio of yellow eyes snapped open once more.
The towering ancient dragon rose up onto her four feet once more even though she was just knocked unconscious a moment ago.
And leaned down and submissively bowed her head.
"…You know this is a bit surreal, gotta admit partner," Derflinger commented as he pat her head, "This thing was the big bad of this world you know? The strongest, most unbeatable existence around, even old Brimir wouldn't be able to touch this thing. And knocked it out with a couple hits and now have completely tamed it, if you weren't my partner and I was just with some randomer normal Gandalfr and saw this? I'd totally believe that god stuff you're playing at."
"I can get that," Daiki nodded, after all, once upon a time the him of his own original Earth would have thought the same if he came face to face with him, weird as that was to think, "It's just how things work though, there's guys back home I can't even touch right now."
Right now being the operative words here.
"Right now being the operative words I'm betting." Derflinger snorted, as if reading his mind.
Daiki shook his head with a smile, before holding out his hand and summoning a stupid gorilla's heart from his dimension force seal, alongside his sealing equipment and a blank scroll.
To make a summoning contract.
If he was going to seal Samantha within himself, he would have to make something of her first. To that degree.
He'd be giving her the Kevin treatment.
Ethernano. And chakra through a summoning contract.
And actually, Second Origin while he was at it.
And of course unlocking her aura.
Quite a bit to do, but necessary.
'If I keep going at this rate it won't actually be long before I end up having to head back to Earthland to stock up on more vulcan hearts.' Daiki mused as he finished up.
He still had over a hundred, plus a bunch of wyvern hearts still, but still. It hadn't even been a day and he'd used up a decent bunch.
…Not that he was ever adverse to going back, especially now after he'd decided to take Isobu's advice to heart. He would definitely head back there some day soon and spend a bunch of time with Mirajane!
Or his name was not Daiki God Of The Grind!
'It isn't actually.' Isobu helpfully replied. As always doing his level best to deflate Daiki's not inconsiderate pride.
Shaking his head and grinning, Daiki turned his attention back to the towering form of Samantha who hadn't even twitched, not even when he'd put her through Second Origin.
His control over her was pretty incredible, he could even suppress her literal pain. It was quite interesting, and good to because it let him get through empowering her all the quicker and easier.
"Alright, in you girl." Daiki's grin widened as he brought his hands into a ram seal and focused upon the seal on his chest, "Seal!" he declared.
A heavy pulse of chakra erupted from him, and then a second later inky black chains erupted from his chest shooting up, expanding into massive sizes and wrapping around Samantha's form-
Before quickly pulling her towards him as the chains retracted into his chest. And a moment later, she was sucked inside the seal upon his chest and took residence within his soul alongside Atlas Flame and Isobu.
He barely even felt it compared to the times he did it with Isobu and Atlas Flame, but he could feel the connection immediately. And wasted no time in using his control over her, to force her into a deep sleep within the realm of his mind.
'We're going to need to quickly see about expanding your chakra more, it's getting quite cramped in here.' Isobu sighed.
Daiki snorted, before calling upon his status screen with a thought, just to take a look and see if there was anymore changes.
And he blinked a few times at what he saw.
Name: Daiki Yurei
Age: 13
Chakra Capacity: 193,621/201,035 (Low-Tier Kage)
Ethernano Capacity: 3467/3566 (A)
Aura: 294,222/294,222
WillPower: -/-
Strength: 254/?
Endurance: 327/?
Durability: 250/?
Agility: 251/?
Taijutsu: 267/500
Ninjutsu: 396/500
Genjutsu: 109/500
Bukijutsu: 300/500
Chakra Control: 334/500
Chakra Affinities:
Lightning - (Expert): The Heavens Spark
Water - (Master): The Sea Parts Before You
Wind - (Master): The Gale Bows
Earth - (Adept): The Earth Shakes
Fire - (Adept): Burning Soul
Fuinjutsu - (Expert): The World Awaits You.
Ethernano Magic Style:
Hellfire Dragon Slayer Magic
Semblance:
All Out Offensive
Void Magic
Explosion - Gandalfr
Haste - Mjoovitnir
Scrying - Vindalfir
…Okay?
'How the hell did I get the powers of three of the void mages?' he stared at it blankly for a second.
'Most likely because Samantha here has assimilated the power of many Void Mages, and through taking the familiar powers, you had a connection of sorts for those powers to manifest?' Atlas Flame offered, 'It does not really matter, they are quite weak as far as spells go, but I suppose it does mean you will be able to use the other Void Mage spells later as well, and Haste depending on how it works might not be too bad.'
That made a bit of sense he supposed.
Honestly, he didn't really care right now to be honest, he could test them out later. Once he actually had Willpower magic to use. Well, he could draw on Samantha's if he wanted he supposed, but he didn't really.
He still had a bunch of other things to do that were vastly more important and vastly vastly epically more entertaining.
"So, now that you're done, can we go check another world please?" Derflinger spoke up eagerly and pleaded, "I'd really like to fight now!"
Exhibit A.
He did have a promise to keep.
"Alright fine, we can go take a look," Daiki agreed, "Just let me make a few clones to go deal with the Wind Stones while we're away."
And while he was at it, he needed to create another clone and dispel it to have it update his clones back in Tristain.
With that in mind, Daiki brought his hands up into a familiar modified hand seal, "Shadow Clone Jutsu." he aid.
And there was six puffs of smoke as six identical copies of him appeared in front of him. Only for one to immediately puff into smoke and dispel right away, sending his changed plans amongst his many, many clones that were already out and about.
And then without a word from him, the other five immediately erupted into glowing green auras of chakra, four wings manifesting behind each of them as they deployed the Mysterious Peacock Method technique, and shot off into the sky in a blur of speed, heading in all different directions.
They had to go clean up a full on continent from the many millions of mind stones, if not billions of them beneath the continent he stood upon.
"Right, ready then?" he asked Derflinger.
"Oh yeah, let's go partner!" the sword spirit cheered, "Find us a good place with plenty of strong guys to beat up!"
"Doesn't work like that." Daiki snorted, before with a quick application of chakra, he was once again in a very familiar void of kaleidoscopic colours and hurtling through it ass over tea kettle.
"Wooooooh! This is crazy!" Derflinger whooped.
At least he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Probably because he didn't have eyes so the mish mash of all kinds of bright flashing colours couldn't give him an annoying headache like it did Daiki.
…One day he'd get used to this crazy ride.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
The colours bled away abruptly not long later, surprisingly quickly actually. Much quicker than the other times Daiki had went through the void between worlds.
As such, he was not prepared.
And was deposited hard on his ass.
"Ow." Daiki uttered in annoyance, standing up with a wince. Honestly, it was a wonder there wasn't a crater shaped like his ass in the ground with how hard that annoying portal bastard thing deposited him wherever he was.
As he stood up though, something interesting met his ears.
The sound of traffic, and as he took in where he was, he noticed he was in the middle of a cramped alleyway.
'A modern world?' he thought, a bit interested.
And a bit disappointed. A modern world like this? Well, probably didn't have many strong people around, but oh well.
He may as well check it out quickly at least.
Then he frowned as a specific scent met his nose, something he easily picked up thanks to his dragon slayer senses.
The scent of blood, not far away.
It smelled old though, faint.
Daiki sniffed the air a few times, "Four people where it's coming from," he noted, "Three males, one girl and she smells pretty young, coming from…"
He turned around to face the other side of the alleyway and his gaze sharpened.
One slimly built grown man, dressed in black with a green jacket and some odd mask that looked like something a plague doctor would wear back in the day.
Two teenagers, one older than the other.
The shorter had a frizzled mess of green hair and had a decently stocky build and was dressed in some odd green get up. While the other, was a taller blonde with a broader build, dressed in spandex.
A super hero costume?
'…This better not be DC or something.' Daiki grimaced at the thought. If it was, he was definitely wrong about there not being anybody strong to fight.
In the worst way possible and would be jumping right back through that portal to another dimension.
And that green haired kid was familiar somehow.
That said he didn't care about him either way right now, his eyes were more focused on the fourth of the group of people and the one he could tell the blood was coming from. A little girl, small, with long greasy white hair and terrified crimson red eyes. Dressed in a ragged sheet or gown that couldn't even be considered clothing-
And her body covered in bandages.
Bandages that definitely were not fresh going by what he could smell.
He could literally see the tension between them. The hell was going on there?
Usually, not a thing he'd honestly get involved in. If some randomers were going to fight it out.
Not his business.
…But that kid.
She was no kunoichi in training, definitely not. And he highly doubted the kids of this world, were anything like his own, like him.
She was a real proper child.
And she was terrified.
And definitely abused.
That made him want to go punch the cause of whatever caused it all. In the face.
And turn their face into paste.
So Daiki began walking towards that end of the alleyway, a good two hundred feet away. He had no idea why this alley way was so big and long, but he also didn't really care.
As he approached, Daiki noted that the familiar green haired boy who now had an odd bat-bunny like hood up now, let go of the girl and let her run to the weirdo in the mask.
He saw him hesitate and reach out for her, before giving up.
Instinct deep within him, made him annoyed by the choice the green haired boy made.
Especially because the fear in the girl was so palpable, he could smell it in the air with his advanced senses.
The man, hand wrapped around the girls arm turned to him, and it was then they met eyes.
And Daiki stared into him.
Peered into the depths of the mans mind with his Shinkugan. Sifting through his entire life as easily as one could breathe, not a defence in his mind at all.
And he saw.
Everything.
"Excuse me," Kai Chisaki, Overhaul began when he noticed him, "Can you let me and my daughter passed you plea-"
That was as far as he got.
Before his head came free of his neck, the decapitated corpse skull flinging lightly through the air and landed with a meaty splat besides the two heroes.
Hand out stretched, Daiki felt satisfaction well through him as the headless corpse of the child abusing sick piece of shit toppled limp to the ground, a fountain of blood spurting from the wound only a moment later as it fell.
That was how quickly he died.
The girl Eri blinked, and stared.
Confusion apparent in her eyes.
And the same could be said for the two heroes. Who let Overhaul just walk away with her, despite the fact that according to what Overhaul thought, they both definitely knew he was up to no good.
Daiki honestly didn't care about them at all.
He kneeled down in front of, "Heya, Eri," he smiled gently, warmly down at her, the same kind of smile he'd give Hanabi, placing a hand gently atop her head, "I'm Daiki, I've come to save you."
"Ah….eh?" Eri made multiple sounds of confusion, her head tilting to look at the corpse of Overhaul, before back to him, and just could not seem to process it.
The horn on her head sparked with golden light.
Her quirk.
Rewind.
An obscenely powerful ability.
"Shh shh shh, it's okay baby girl." Daiki stroked her head gently and whispered soothingly. Before his other hand came up and pinched a nerve in her neck.
Her pretty scarlet red eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and Eri passed out, falling into his waiting arms.
"You…you killed him!" an accusation came from the side as he stood up with Eri in his arms.
The blonde was trembling, a mish mash of horror and anger upon his face, "Why…why would you do that?!" he demanded.
Daiki ignored him and kicked Chisaki's corpse up into the air, which he caught in his palm and absorbed it into his dimension force seal.
That quirk of his would be very useful to him in the future. It was outright bodily manipulation of the highest order. Biokinesis. No, not even just that. Rather, full molecular control over solid and liquid material. The scope and range of it was not massive, or big really, but the sheer control and effect it had on what it could, was astounding.
And with that done, Daiki leaped into the air and landed atop the one of the buildings beside the alley, over a hundred feet up.
Then he touched his palm to Eri's forehead and with a flare of chakra, a seal formed. A simple seal, sealing off her quirk and stopping it from activating.
And he formed a shadow clone, passing Eri into his copies arms, "Take her inside, patch her up and look after her." he ordered.
"Gotcha," the other Daiki nodded, "Sunpo." he declared, and disappeared into Isobu's dimension alongside Eri.
It was a testament to the smouldering rage both he and his clone were currently processing, that he didn't even make a quip or anything.
What Chisaki…no Overhaul had done to Eri. It was sickening. Monstrous. Right out of the most messed up shit the likes of Orochimaru had done.
His quirk, Overhaul he called it. He'd wanted to use it to make bullets and other weapons and such out of Eri's flesh, containing her quirk factor, the origin of peoples quirks in their body…to rewind people who got hit with them, and take their quirks from them.
And in the process, he'd mutilated that little girl. Not once. Not twice, not even three times.
Hundreds of times.
Thousands actually. So many times they all blurred together in Daiki's head.
But that wasn't even the worst of it. He'd literally unmade her. Tore her apart at the very base of her being, turned her from a person into just a mass of cells.
And then remade her again.
Multiple times.
He'd killed her.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
Daiki felt his breathing pick up. His gaze snapping to the side and vision zooming in on a target.
A blocked off mansion.
The base of the Shie Hassakai.
His gang, his pathetic little followers that helped him every step of the way. Red chakra bubbled around him and he wanted to do it.
He wanted to enter Bijuu Mode right fucking now.
And Tailed Beast Bomb everything in that area out of fucking existence!
Isobu cut off the flow.
For the best really.
But the rage remained.
Even in all his time as a shinobi, even after taking hundreds of lives himself and killing quite a few people in gruesome ways. Even after everything he'd saw, the things he had to prepare himself for that at his core invoked a sheer terror that would make him wake up at night and vomit if not for how he'd deluded himself into believing his own hype.
Never before had he felt so sickened.
And so angry.
If Madara Uchiha popped down here right now, with Kaguya and the fucking Juubi beside him, he was sure he could go right fucking through them all right now, strength be damned.
"Stop!" a voice shouted, and his head turned just in time to see that familiar green haired hero land on the roof.
And then the blonde one phased through the roof as if it weren't even there to stand beside them, "Hand over the girl murderer and surrender." the older blonde ordered.
Oh look.
A pair of punching bags.
"Wait…" the green haired boy gained a confused look and his head whipped around wildly, "Where is Eri? What have you done with her!?" he demanded, his fists coming to bare in a frankly amateurish stance, one foot slid forward.
It looked like a mangled absolute failure of a kick boxing stance, like he'd seen someone do it in front of him and just tried to copy it. But got it completely wrong beyond some general positioning.
His eyes flickered over to the blonde and he peered inside. And he snorted. Pathetic. Then his eyes went to the green haired boy.
And he did the same.
Izuku Midoriya.
Deku.
All Might.
One For All.
All For One.
Ah, Daiki remembered him now. The new supposed titular shounen hero. The one people were talking about being the new and improved version of Naruto. So relateable. So kind. So heroic.
Such a great hero.
He'd read the manga for it up to its end before he'd ended up where he was only due to people constantly whining at him to get into it, where it had gotten by that point at least. Some stupid sports festival that was a complete knock off of the Chunin Exams.
The only interest he'd had in it at that point, had been the main love interest girl and the other ones in the class because they looked good.
This piece of trash wasn't man enough to clean the dirt off of Naruto's boots! Because, he knew just from what he saw briefly glancing into their minds.
'They were going to abandon Eri and let Chisaki take her.' he sneered derisively. Because they had a mission.
Rules. Regulations. Laws. Orders. Punishments?
Even if it was the Hokage himself ordering him to back down under threat of torture and death. Naruto would never have backed down and let someone he wanted to save suffer in front of him.
That was the kind of guy Naruto was. And the kind of guy Daiki could respect despite all of his sheer idiocy and pathetic moments.
Nothing at all, like this pathetic little piece of trash pretender to the name.
"None of your god damn business, you useless Deku." Daiki bared his teeth.
Alright, here we be back boys and girls with the one to the three chapter thirteen peen ween zeen yayeen.
And as you can see, after dealing with Samantha and sealing her away within himself, Daiki set out into the wide open multiverse once again for a quick little jaunt to get Derflinger a good fight. And what's this? A nasty disgusting little Deku being useless. Yeah I don't like Deku, at all, especially with the latest chapters dude's a fucking weirdo freak and hardly befitting being called a hero. But, enough about that useless loser, let's talk about the more interesting part of this chapter.
Daiki absolutely murdering Overhaul, peeps were asking me to do this point for a while so I decided, fuck it let's do it and have Daiki run rampant over My Hero Acadmeia. A word of warning, if you're a My Hero Academia fanboy, or worse a Deku fanboy, you might want to ignore this jaunt and wait until Daiki dips to another universe because you're not gonna like how this goes.
But anyway enough about that, let's talk about what's really important. Daiki saving Eri and putting the boot to Overhaul. You might think he got off lightly for what he did to her, but lemme say this. Death is not an escape for him and he's going to be tormented for a long, long time. Itachi would smile in pride for what Daiki is gonna to do to him.
Welp, that's all for this chapter. As always if you wanna read ahead for advance chapters on this that's got like another 4 or 5, To Go Even Further Beyond, the main systematic shinobi, the works. You can do so on my Pa-atreon.
Anyway, again, shameless Pa-atreon plug. I've got one, go by the same username on there, easy to find and all that jazz. Support me if you want, it'd be swell, but don't feel pressured lads and ladies, I'll be uploading my stuff outside it regardless and not keeping it all behind a paywall or anything like that.