Naruto Naruto Genkyouien 22
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Kougen is only a potential opponent at this point - Fubuki is the main problem. If she were to be countered, he would probably give it up as a bad job - after all, if there's supposed to be only two Kyuubi at a time, then it'd be nice (in his mind) if the second wasn't a Void.
The last bit of the chapter probably is suggesting Sayoko acted (she's just about the only one able) - either directly or those trees she had been trapping quite a while back. Yuria, admittedly, does have whatever quality allows her to overcome the power of the Void, of course, so that might be a factor.
Third item is Sayuri - I don't think we know how long it'll take her to recover her chakra, but at that point she's quite capable of being in the fight.
The last bit of the chapter probably is suggesting Sayoko acted (she's just about the only one able) - either directly or those trees she had been trapping quite a while back. Yuria, admittedly, does have whatever quality allows her to overcome the power of the Void, of course, so that might be a factor.
Third item is Sayuri - I don't think we know how long it'll take her to recover her chakra, but at that point she's quite capable of being in the fight.
No matter the perspective, no matter from where it was looked at, the scene which unfolded was not something easily understood.
Fubuki and Kougon could not tell something had happened before the former’s Invocation of the Void receded. The unsurpassable darkness that swallowed kilometers of land ceased to not-be, leaving behind a forest and village unscarred by its passing. The ocean of greenery that should have been reduced to dead, barren land stood untouched, its liveliness a mockery of the all-consuming Void Fubuki had unleashed. As for the village, it was not yet possible for anybody to confirm its survival, because it was not Fubuki’s Void, but something else, which swallowed Konohagakure. The same something which had concealed Naruto and the Higashiyama clan from sight.
It shone, even if by no means should it be able to shine. It gleamed, even as the trees surrounding it slowly withered and twisted into aberrantly misshapen things; a no-longer-verdant freak show of trunks and branches that screamed in agony without making a single sound. It was wrong the way stillborn fetuses clawing their way out of their mother’s wombs in laughter would be wrong; the way the buried skeletons of a million war dead rising from their graves to clash in battle again would be wrong. It was dead and unliving like the reanimated Hokage Yuri defeated earlier; it was alive and liminal in the same way as a man tortured and left to die. It was inanimate stone, yet it carried the abnormal heartbeat of something that does not understand time. It was grotesque architecture carved from a corpse older than the world; yet it lived, and lived-not, and it hungered for them who witnessed its supernal wrongness.
It was wrong, yet its blasphemous majesty drove Hiruzen and Jiraiya to tears.
The walls were the color of betrayal, their smooth flawlessness interrupted only by pulsating vessels in which not-chakra flowed and gleamed with the color of forgotten memories. A colossal dome of this deep wrongness had covered the entire Village Hidden among the Leaves. From its hemispherical splendor, smaller walls had surged and crashed against each other to create a labyrinth of countless rooms and winding passages stretching at least a kilometer in every direction. Everything trapped within the absurd grandeur of the fell labyrinth had been spared from Fubuki’s indiscriminate obliteration. Mayuri stood alone in a passage barely wide enough for her to walk, suddenly and unexpectedly free from Fubuki’s bindings. Yuriyo and Yurine were surrounding by walls just barely beyond the reach of their arms, but did not dare touch them in fear of becoming something other than themselves. Within Konoha, many shouted in outrage and terror as the entire village was denied the light of the sun.
Yet there were two amongst the people there who had no eyes for the greatness of the labyrinth. Kiyoura Setsuna restrained a boy that did not need to be restrained. Naruto resisted Kotonoha’s approach with feeble strength, but his body cramped with unhealthy seizures as his central nervous system fired all sorts of wrong signals. The four-tailed swordswoman forced Naruto’s mouth open with tear-stricken eyes, smiling with tender and painful compassion while the boy desperately shook his head.
“I’m sorry…†she whispered a plea full of love and need and desperation. “I’m truly sorry, Naruto-kun, but…â€
Her right hand held the seed he had received from the Death God. The seed he had given Kotonoha for the same of saving Ayame, the ramen wench. Even when his organs failed as the vital chakra flow within his body ceased to be, the boy still resisted to be saved by the gift that should save another instead.
“Take the seed, child.â€
Nobody there would have been able to tell just when that person got there. But perhaps, just like it is to Mayuri, “movement†as a concept is of little relevance to this person.
Yuri fell to her knees, stunned in the silence by the relieving presence on the one person she trusted more than anybody else in the world.
“…yame…e…an…†Naruto’s feeble and sibilant barely escaped his dry lips.
“Worry not, the girl will be saved,†Kurosaki Sayoko calmly responded; the hint of a smile a lame sattempt at comfort. “I will make it happen.â€
And because she said it, Naruto knew it was truth. His body relaxed long enough for Kotonoha to force the seed into his mouth, and his throat made a single deglutition.
The labyrinthine walls faded out of sight and existence like desert mirages, with the notable exception of the colossal dome engulfing Konoha in darkness. But those who had remained outside the village could see each other once more, and the lilies of Higashiyama were met with dark eyes bursting with smoldering rage tempered with the slightest caution. Kougon’s expression remained as unreadable as ever, but one could see his pupils shifting between the newcomer and the gigantic black dome.
“Saaaaaayooooookoooooooooo!!!†Fubuki howled in the voice of a madwoman, her jaw painfully rigid even as the words poured out so full of hate.
“Fubuki,†Sayoko returned the “greeting†while standing with the larger Higashiyama group. “I barely recognize you. It pains me to see what staring at the Mouth of the Void has done to you…â€
Sayoko shook her head. No, it would be wrong to blame the Void for this, just like it would be wrong to blame the sun for dried and dead crops.
“How…†Fubuki growled, vaguely gesturing towards the great black dome behind the Higashiyamas. “Just…how…â€
“What do you mean ‘how’?†Sayoko replied in a interrogative tone. “It’s obvious that the Labyrinth would stop your jutsu, it takes much more than that to destroy it.†She shot a brief glance at her own invocation, as if confirming its presence. “The corpse divine of the Dragon That Knows Not the Sky exists for this purpose.â€
“What…†Fubuki’s confusion was mirrored by everyone else present, but the Void Kyuubi put that aside. “I mean, why is it here? It can’t just…manifest in the world like this!â€
“I summoned it.â€
“You don’t just ‘summon’ the Labyrinth!â€
Just like walking into Mordor.
“But I have a contract…†Sayoko pointed out in a mildly whiny tone.
“That’s ridiculous!â€
Sayoko just gestured towards the black dome, so as to allow the facts to speak for themselves.
“But, speaking of unusual deeds, may I be allowed to speak my praises of your barrier jutsu?†She continued, this time facing a slightly frowning Kougon. “The balance between Celestial and Void was rather unstable, but there is no feasible way around that; you cannot just put Creation and Nothingness so close together and expect them to make a sturdy framework. But the sheer amount of distinct barriers was in every way impressive. I have to congratulate you for convincing that impatient former student of mine to go along with something like that, Kougon-kun.â€
The Celestial Kyuubi’s eyebrow briefly reacted at the honorific.
“…who are you, Kurosaki Sayoko?â€
“A very old and tired woman,†she said, for that moment she did look as tired as she claimed to be. “A very old, tired, and rather disappointed woman.†She glanced down at her feet, then at the trees all around them—although many had been destroyed in the preceding battles, even more remained—, before continuing. “I cannot stop myself from comparing you to your predecessors…but, that is not really fair; they never had to deal with a third Kyuubi. They might have reacted in the same manner.â€
Shaking her head, Sayoko put away memories nobody there could possibly fathom.
“What really bothers me is how, every single time, I see more of the same.†Sayoko’s words tried to sound harsh, but perhaps she was simply too lazy, too mild-mannered to sound like anything but a rambling old lady. “The same…contentedness, the same unjustified self-satisfaction, the same arrogance, the same simple-mindedness, the same conformism. The same ignorance.†She shook her head in obvious disapproval. “Acting like royalty because you received a divine gift; what have you achieved with that? You spend your blessed lives pushing people around like you are entitled to something.â€
“Those are words of treason, Kurosaki Sayoko,†Kougon declared.
“It is not possible for me to betray an institution I have never given allegiance to,†Sayoko replied unhesitatingly. “I obey Yuri-sama because I cherish her, not because she has any right to rule over me. Loyalty is something that is earned, Kougon-kun.â€
“You had no qualms about obeying the demands from our predecessors before. You rid the world from the Sage of the Six Paths.â€
Something like a choked laugh burst out of Sayoko’s mouth.
“I went along for the sake of Yuri-sama, child. And the sheer thought of me killing the Rikudou Sennin is rather ridiculous; that man wielded three Aeons with outstanding proficiency: his power over Creation was at the level of a Shintai, and he wielded Destruction as well as the current Sayuri-sama. I can only think of one person who could have killed that man, and that person is not me.†She sighed mutely. “But talking about this with you is a moot point. You, who understand nothing, have not the right to speak of the truly great.â€
And perhaps it was for the best, because nobody could really make heads or tails of what Sayoko was talking about.
“Everything you have done here; every single word I have heard from your mouths…why must you break my heart so, Fubuki, Kougon-kun? What…what has made you like this?â€
“Stop talking like I’m still a child, Kurosaki Sayoko!†Fubuki growled. “The time when you could patronize me ended long ago.â€
“But, Fubuki, to my eyes you have yet to grow up.â€
The Void Kyuubi roared in fury and frustration and spite, and her Void spears sank into Sayoko’s Aegis of Oblivion.
“Fubuki.â€
And for the first time, everybody there felt something. Kurosaki Sayoko all this time lacked the humiliating majesty of Shinkirou Kougon’s presence and the terrifying dread Fubuki inspired on those around her. Everybody acknowledged her as The Sleeping Terror, but she still lacked that “something†that makes those crowned as Kyuubi awesome and terrible. The colossal labyrinth summoning was a first sign, but it was the subtle shift in her tone and the sudden shift in her relaxed posture that suddenly triggered all sorts of instinctual alarms in the minds and hearts of everybody present. It expanded like a wave, making the air vibrate and hairs stand on end.
“Normally, I follow a strict no-intervention policy,†she said. “My purpose is to ensure the continuation of history, not to write it myself. You will have to excuse my selfishness today.â€
She took a step forward, and Fubuki—the part of her that remembered the stern teacher from eight centuries before—took a step back.
“You intend to fight us both, Kurosaki Sayoko?†Kougon inquired, for he wished to confirm that she would stand between Sayuri and himself.
“I intend to stop this ridiculousness,†she said. Her voice remained the calm, even thing every person who knew her was accustomed to, but there was an edge there that people could not just call a product of their imagination. “Like those before you, you have learned nothing. I have grown tired of your…staleness, and I find myself, as your elder, obligated to chastise you a little.â€
She was about to take a single step, but she found herself stopped by a hand feebly grasping her left wrist. Looking back, she found the supplicant gaze of one Higashiyama Yuri, who was looking up at her like the bride watching her newly married husband depart to war.
“Sayoko-san…†She said, and her voice was a plea, a prayer and a confession all together. Sayoko smiled, and she basked in the warmth only this hopeless kitsune could give her Void-touched soul.
Even if anybody had anything to say, they would not open their mouths, for it would be too cruel to interrupt the sad artistry of this moment.
“Ah…†Like a shy young maiden taken by surprise, Yuri moaned when a small, soft hand fell on the crown of her head. This…she had not been the recipient of this gesture since the time she was as young and undeveloped as her heiress. The touch of this gentle hand, it healed her; for a short while, Higashiyama Yuri rid herself of the hollowness of losing a daughter, of the fear of losing her youngest to two implacable judges, and of the hopelessness Fubuki’s hatred had filled her with.
“You worry too much, Yuri-sama,†Sayoko said, her smile infinitely more tender than her earlier attempt at making Naruto feel better. “One or two unruly children will not be much of a problem.â€
The words were like a hammer striking the lungs of all those present, for they carried the unfaltering calmness and conviction of one who knows she speaks the undeniable truth. Even Kougon’s face looked slightly paler after being looked down so unabashedly.
“How…how…p-preposterous!†Fubuki hissed, her long fingers reaching for her even longer hair and pulling madly. “How insolent! Stupid woman, has your age driven you mad!?â€
Something like a chuckle escaped Sayoko’s barely parted lips. It was hard to tell, for Kurosaki Sayoko is quiet and looks unassuming.
“Fubuki, my pitiful student…†Letting go of her dearly cherished Yuri, the ancient Void finally separated herself from the large group and took several steps closer to Fubuki.
“…just because you have nine tails does not mean I cannot spank you anymore.â€
Kougon briefly glanced at the two humans behind him.
“Leave at once,†he said. “I can no longer guarantee your lives.â€
Yes, everybody there, sensor or not, had felt the tremendous pulse of Fubuki’s chakra.
“You….you-you-you-you—youuuuuuuuuuu…!!!!â€
She hated her.
Kuromiya Fubuki hated that woman. That woman who calls herself her teacher, that woman who abandoned her to the monster she called ‘grandmother’…!
She hated her. She hated her, and the Whispers hated her as well, so what was there to hesitate about? That woman, who even now looked at her with those sad eyes…!
“Getting in my way…!†She mumbled, perhaps more to herself than to the people around her. Her fingers slid down her face, long nails roughly scratching and drawing blood from her cheeks. “Acting all wise and mighty…acting like a teacher…â€
Her trembling pupils glared at the older Void with rage and disgust and very, very old fear.
“If you’re so great…if you’re so wise and so mighty and so caring, why did you…!?â€
Upon realizing the meaning of Fubuki’s words, Sayoko could only look pained and regretful. And that pain and regret pushed Fubuki even closer to the edge.
“Don’t…don’t you dare…don’t you dare-don’t you dare-don’t you dare—!!!â€
Her attention had been so narrowly focused on Sayoko that she noticed only when a strong hand grasped her left wrist and twisted it painfully.
“Guh—!â€
“I’m fucking sick of your blabbering.â€
“Eh?â€
It was the one and only sound Kuromiya Fubuki made before Naruto’s left fist smashed her face.
Fubuki and Kougon could not tell something had happened before the former’s Invocation of the Void receded. The unsurpassable darkness that swallowed kilometers of land ceased to not-be, leaving behind a forest and village unscarred by its passing. The ocean of greenery that should have been reduced to dead, barren land stood untouched, its liveliness a mockery of the all-consuming Void Fubuki had unleashed. As for the village, it was not yet possible for anybody to confirm its survival, because it was not Fubuki’s Void, but something else, which swallowed Konohagakure. The same something which had concealed Naruto and the Higashiyama clan from sight.
It shone, even if by no means should it be able to shine. It gleamed, even as the trees surrounding it slowly withered and twisted into aberrantly misshapen things; a no-longer-verdant freak show of trunks and branches that screamed in agony without making a single sound. It was wrong the way stillborn fetuses clawing their way out of their mother’s wombs in laughter would be wrong; the way the buried skeletons of a million war dead rising from their graves to clash in battle again would be wrong. It was dead and unliving like the reanimated Hokage Yuri defeated earlier; it was alive and liminal in the same way as a man tortured and left to die. It was inanimate stone, yet it carried the abnormal heartbeat of something that does not understand time. It was grotesque architecture carved from a corpse older than the world; yet it lived, and lived-not, and it hungered for them who witnessed its supernal wrongness.
It was wrong, yet its blasphemous majesty drove Hiruzen and Jiraiya to tears.
The walls were the color of betrayal, their smooth flawlessness interrupted only by pulsating vessels in which not-chakra flowed and gleamed with the color of forgotten memories. A colossal dome of this deep wrongness had covered the entire Village Hidden among the Leaves. From its hemispherical splendor, smaller walls had surged and crashed against each other to create a labyrinth of countless rooms and winding passages stretching at least a kilometer in every direction. Everything trapped within the absurd grandeur of the fell labyrinth had been spared from Fubuki’s indiscriminate obliteration. Mayuri stood alone in a passage barely wide enough for her to walk, suddenly and unexpectedly free from Fubuki’s bindings. Yuriyo and Yurine were surrounding by walls just barely beyond the reach of their arms, but did not dare touch them in fear of becoming something other than themselves. Within Konoha, many shouted in outrage and terror as the entire village was denied the light of the sun.
Yet there were two amongst the people there who had no eyes for the greatness of the labyrinth. Kiyoura Setsuna restrained a boy that did not need to be restrained. Naruto resisted Kotonoha’s approach with feeble strength, but his body cramped with unhealthy seizures as his central nervous system fired all sorts of wrong signals. The four-tailed swordswoman forced Naruto’s mouth open with tear-stricken eyes, smiling with tender and painful compassion while the boy desperately shook his head.
“I’m sorry…†she whispered a plea full of love and need and desperation. “I’m truly sorry, Naruto-kun, but…â€
Her right hand held the seed he had received from the Death God. The seed he had given Kotonoha for the same of saving Ayame, the ramen wench. Even when his organs failed as the vital chakra flow within his body ceased to be, the boy still resisted to be saved by the gift that should save another instead.
“Take the seed, child.â€
Nobody there would have been able to tell just when that person got there. But perhaps, just like it is to Mayuri, “movement†as a concept is of little relevance to this person.
Yuri fell to her knees, stunned in the silence by the relieving presence on the one person she trusted more than anybody else in the world.
“…yame…e…an…†Naruto’s feeble and sibilant barely escaped his dry lips.
“Worry not, the girl will be saved,†Kurosaki Sayoko calmly responded; the hint of a smile a lame sattempt at comfort. “I will make it happen.â€
And because she said it, Naruto knew it was truth. His body relaxed long enough for Kotonoha to force the seed into his mouth, and his throat made a single deglutition.
The labyrinthine walls faded out of sight and existence like desert mirages, with the notable exception of the colossal dome engulfing Konoha in darkness. But those who had remained outside the village could see each other once more, and the lilies of Higashiyama were met with dark eyes bursting with smoldering rage tempered with the slightest caution. Kougon’s expression remained as unreadable as ever, but one could see his pupils shifting between the newcomer and the gigantic black dome.
“Saaaaaayooooookoooooooooo!!!†Fubuki howled in the voice of a madwoman, her jaw painfully rigid even as the words poured out so full of hate.
“Fubuki,†Sayoko returned the “greeting†while standing with the larger Higashiyama group. “I barely recognize you. It pains me to see what staring at the Mouth of the Void has done to you…â€
Sayoko shook her head. No, it would be wrong to blame the Void for this, just like it would be wrong to blame the sun for dried and dead crops.
“How…†Fubuki growled, vaguely gesturing towards the great black dome behind the Higashiyamas. “Just…how…â€
“What do you mean ‘how’?†Sayoko replied in a interrogative tone. “It’s obvious that the Labyrinth would stop your jutsu, it takes much more than that to destroy it.†She shot a brief glance at her own invocation, as if confirming its presence. “The corpse divine of the Dragon That Knows Not the Sky exists for this purpose.â€
“What…†Fubuki’s confusion was mirrored by everyone else present, but the Void Kyuubi put that aside. “I mean, why is it here? It can’t just…manifest in the world like this!â€
“I summoned it.â€
“You don’t just ‘summon’ the Labyrinth!â€
Just like walking into Mordor.
“But I have a contract…†Sayoko pointed out in a mildly whiny tone.
“That’s ridiculous!â€
Sayoko just gestured towards the black dome, so as to allow the facts to speak for themselves.
“But, speaking of unusual deeds, may I be allowed to speak my praises of your barrier jutsu?†She continued, this time facing a slightly frowning Kougon. “The balance between Celestial and Void was rather unstable, but there is no feasible way around that; you cannot just put Creation and Nothingness so close together and expect them to make a sturdy framework. But the sheer amount of distinct barriers was in every way impressive. I have to congratulate you for convincing that impatient former student of mine to go along with something like that, Kougon-kun.â€
The Celestial Kyuubi’s eyebrow briefly reacted at the honorific.
“…who are you, Kurosaki Sayoko?â€
“A very old and tired woman,†she said, for that moment she did look as tired as she claimed to be. “A very old, tired, and rather disappointed woman.†She glanced down at her feet, then at the trees all around them—although many had been destroyed in the preceding battles, even more remained—, before continuing. “I cannot stop myself from comparing you to your predecessors…but, that is not really fair; they never had to deal with a third Kyuubi. They might have reacted in the same manner.â€
Shaking her head, Sayoko put away memories nobody there could possibly fathom.
“What really bothers me is how, every single time, I see more of the same.†Sayoko’s words tried to sound harsh, but perhaps she was simply too lazy, too mild-mannered to sound like anything but a rambling old lady. “The same…contentedness, the same unjustified self-satisfaction, the same arrogance, the same simple-mindedness, the same conformism. The same ignorance.†She shook her head in obvious disapproval. “Acting like royalty because you received a divine gift; what have you achieved with that? You spend your blessed lives pushing people around like you are entitled to something.â€
“Those are words of treason, Kurosaki Sayoko,†Kougon declared.
“It is not possible for me to betray an institution I have never given allegiance to,†Sayoko replied unhesitatingly. “I obey Yuri-sama because I cherish her, not because she has any right to rule over me. Loyalty is something that is earned, Kougon-kun.â€
“You had no qualms about obeying the demands from our predecessors before. You rid the world from the Sage of the Six Paths.â€
Something like a choked laugh burst out of Sayoko’s mouth.
“I went along for the sake of Yuri-sama, child. And the sheer thought of me killing the Rikudou Sennin is rather ridiculous; that man wielded three Aeons with outstanding proficiency: his power over Creation was at the level of a Shintai, and he wielded Destruction as well as the current Sayuri-sama. I can only think of one person who could have killed that man, and that person is not me.†She sighed mutely. “But talking about this with you is a moot point. You, who understand nothing, have not the right to speak of the truly great.â€
And perhaps it was for the best, because nobody could really make heads or tails of what Sayoko was talking about.
“Everything you have done here; every single word I have heard from your mouths…why must you break my heart so, Fubuki, Kougon-kun? What…what has made you like this?â€
“Stop talking like I’m still a child, Kurosaki Sayoko!†Fubuki growled. “The time when you could patronize me ended long ago.â€
“But, Fubuki, to my eyes you have yet to grow up.â€
The Void Kyuubi roared in fury and frustration and spite, and her Void spears sank into Sayoko’s Aegis of Oblivion.
“Fubuki.â€
And for the first time, everybody there felt something. Kurosaki Sayoko all this time lacked the humiliating majesty of Shinkirou Kougon’s presence and the terrifying dread Fubuki inspired on those around her. Everybody acknowledged her as The Sleeping Terror, but she still lacked that “something†that makes those crowned as Kyuubi awesome and terrible. The colossal labyrinth summoning was a first sign, but it was the subtle shift in her tone and the sudden shift in her relaxed posture that suddenly triggered all sorts of instinctual alarms in the minds and hearts of everybody present. It expanded like a wave, making the air vibrate and hairs stand on end.
“Normally, I follow a strict no-intervention policy,†she said. “My purpose is to ensure the continuation of history, not to write it myself. You will have to excuse my selfishness today.â€
She took a step forward, and Fubuki—the part of her that remembered the stern teacher from eight centuries before—took a step back.
“You intend to fight us both, Kurosaki Sayoko?†Kougon inquired, for he wished to confirm that she would stand between Sayuri and himself.
“I intend to stop this ridiculousness,†she said. Her voice remained the calm, even thing every person who knew her was accustomed to, but there was an edge there that people could not just call a product of their imagination. “Like those before you, you have learned nothing. I have grown tired of your…staleness, and I find myself, as your elder, obligated to chastise you a little.â€
She was about to take a single step, but she found herself stopped by a hand feebly grasping her left wrist. Looking back, she found the supplicant gaze of one Higashiyama Yuri, who was looking up at her like the bride watching her newly married husband depart to war.
“Sayoko-san…†She said, and her voice was a plea, a prayer and a confession all together. Sayoko smiled, and she basked in the warmth only this hopeless kitsune could give her Void-touched soul.
Even if anybody had anything to say, they would not open their mouths, for it would be too cruel to interrupt the sad artistry of this moment.
“Ah…†Like a shy young maiden taken by surprise, Yuri moaned when a small, soft hand fell on the crown of her head. This…she had not been the recipient of this gesture since the time she was as young and undeveloped as her heiress. The touch of this gentle hand, it healed her; for a short while, Higashiyama Yuri rid herself of the hollowness of losing a daughter, of the fear of losing her youngest to two implacable judges, and of the hopelessness Fubuki’s hatred had filled her with.
“You worry too much, Yuri-sama,†Sayoko said, her smile infinitely more tender than her earlier attempt at making Naruto feel better. “One or two unruly children will not be much of a problem.â€
The words were like a hammer striking the lungs of all those present, for they carried the unfaltering calmness and conviction of one who knows she speaks the undeniable truth. Even Kougon’s face looked slightly paler after being looked down so unabashedly.
“How…how…p-preposterous!†Fubuki hissed, her long fingers reaching for her even longer hair and pulling madly. “How insolent! Stupid woman, has your age driven you mad!?â€
Something like a chuckle escaped Sayoko’s barely parted lips. It was hard to tell, for Kurosaki Sayoko is quiet and looks unassuming.
“Fubuki, my pitiful student…†Letting go of her dearly cherished Yuri, the ancient Void finally separated herself from the large group and took several steps closer to Fubuki.
“…just because you have nine tails does not mean I cannot spank you anymore.â€
Kougon briefly glanced at the two humans behind him.
“Leave at once,†he said. “I can no longer guarantee your lives.â€
Yes, everybody there, sensor or not, had felt the tremendous pulse of Fubuki’s chakra.
“You….you-you-you-you—youuuuuuuuuuu…!!!!â€
She hated her.
Kuromiya Fubuki hated that woman. That woman who calls herself her teacher, that woman who abandoned her to the monster she called ‘grandmother’…!
She hated her. She hated her, and the Whispers hated her as well, so what was there to hesitate about? That woman, who even now looked at her with those sad eyes…!
“Getting in my way…!†She mumbled, perhaps more to herself than to the people around her. Her fingers slid down her face, long nails roughly scratching and drawing blood from her cheeks. “Acting all wise and mighty…acting like a teacher…â€
Her trembling pupils glared at the older Void with rage and disgust and very, very old fear.
“If you’re so great…if you’re so wise and so mighty and so caring, why did you…!?â€
Upon realizing the meaning of Fubuki’s words, Sayoko could only look pained and regretful. And that pain and regret pushed Fubuki even closer to the edge.
“Don’t…don’t you dare…don’t you dare-don’t you dare-don’t you dare—!!!â€
Her attention had been so narrowly focused on Sayoko that she noticed only when a strong hand grasped her left wrist and twisted it painfully.
“Guh—!â€
“I’m fucking sick of your blabbering.â€
“Eh?â€
It was the one and only sound Kuromiya Fubuki made before Naruto’s left fist smashed her face.
....okay, Naruto speaking in bold does NOT bode well for his current state of mind. Yes, it's awesome to see him cold cock the bitch, but Dan, you've cut off how many character's moment of awesome just this chapter alone?
Poor Sayoko FINALLY stands up to deliver the spanking she had failed to deliver to Fubuki as a child and the (clearly established, finally) voidwalker get's preempted by Naruto who within this segment was described as almost dead from a side trip through the labyrinth. Will we take a quick backstep to get the intervening moments from his (or Kotonoha's) perspective?
He's going to be PISSED that the seed was forced on him instead of used on Ayame after this too. Though maybe not as much once he hears of the Magical girl aftermath
Poor Sayoko FINALLY stands up to deliver the spanking she had failed to deliver to Fubuki as a child and the (clearly established, finally) voidwalker get's preempted by Naruto who within this segment was described as almost dead from a side trip through the labyrinth. Will we take a quick backstep to get the intervening moments from his (or Kotonoha's) perspective?
He's going to be PISSED that the seed was forced on him instead of used on Ayame after this too. Though maybe not as much once he hears of the Magical girl aftermath
Well, yes, it would be even more insulting if he demolished Fubuki from a recumbent position.
...now I sort of want to see a ninja martial art that involves beating people to a pulp while just lounging around in a recliner or something.
I also still kind of hope that Shino and Yuriyo get together. Maybe something for the sequel? I'm assuming that Yuriyo is getting an automail arm and eye, of course; it just seems traditional for somebody who inadvertently sacrificed their arm in exchange for mystical knowledge while a major character in a shounen story. :lol:
...now I sort of want to see a ninja martial art that involves beating people to a pulp while just lounging around in a recliner or something.
I also still kind of hope that Shino and Yuriyo get together. Maybe something for the sequel? I'm assuming that Yuriyo is getting an automail arm and eye, of course; it just seems traditional for somebody who inadvertently sacrificed their arm in exchange for mystical knowledge while a major character in a shounen story. :lol:
Well, on one hand, you have to admire Naruto for having the balls to do something like that.
On the other hand, it largely proves how stupid he is, for throwing himself into a fight that could kill him in a second and then attack one of the people who 1) he has no chance in hell of beating and 2) is famed for doing horrific things to piss her of--and then everyone they're even distantly related to.
Sayoko will save him, of course, but if you think about it for even a second, this is really a lot less impressive and a lot more mind-numbingly stupid. I mean, yay! Draw her wrath back on Sayuri, he clan, and Konoha when Sayoko's turned her away from them. That's an awesome idea, Naruto.
On the other hand, it largely proves how stupid he is, for throwing himself into a fight that could kill him in a second and then attack one of the people who 1) he has no chance in hell of beating and 2) is famed for doing horrific things to piss her of--and then everyone they're even distantly related to.
Sayoko will save him, of course, but if you think about it for even a second, this is really a lot less impressive and a lot more mind-numbingly stupid. I mean, yay! Draw her wrath back on Sayuri, he clan, and Konoha when Sayoko's turned her away from them. That's an awesome idea, Naruto.