A Few Hours Later – ANBU base.
He was currently going through some files again, making sure reports matched up to what actually happened. He was in charge of that, apparently. Danzo—may his soul continue to burn in hell—Seijuro still hadn't found a way to strip him away from the Pure Land.
He will... eventually. Just a matter of time.
Anyway, the more he dug into those files, the more petty schemes he was able to uncover that the elders were doing, and the more Hiruzen's lenience was currently biting him in the ass. He went from top 2 best Hokage to becoming the worst Hokage in a while.[.....]
He was in 4th place... there were only four Hokage up to this point.
Thinking about it more deeply, as more Hokage passed on—unless they were pure evil or complete dumbasses (which they couldn't be, since with Sakumo's rules and Seijuro's puppetry, i.e., putting the man in an illusion and feeding him ideas, making him think he thought of those countermeasures)...
A leader like Hiruzen would never rise to power again. Let's see—with his illusion, he held control over all four ninja villages.
Five, really.
For the Stone, he had great control. So was the Mist too.
Now even Konoha.
And he was also the leader of Uzushio. So yeah.
He had a hand in every nation.
Speaking of which.
Nagato should have been in the Uzumaki nation. Aizen did offer him to join, and while the boy wanted to join...
He had his friends in Ame. Well, to that Aizen simply offered to take them in and train them. They would be useful. Having a foothold in Ame shouldn't be that hard.
The next step of the plan for world peace was simple... not like world peace—he wasn't that naive—more like something more stable.
Backstabbing would still happen and all that shit.
He would make a union with the small nations. Make them strong—not strong enough to be a big threat, but strong enough to force the other nations to look at them.
Knowing that if they went to war, those small nations could band together and attack them while they were weak.
Basically, he planned to make a system that made all parties an equal amount of money. And also, it was like giving everyone a nuke—basically mutual destruction.
A system that benefited everyone. And since this world is ruled by greed, he started some trades between nations that made a shit-ton—and I mean a shit-ton—of money. He made sure all the nobles were on that shit. Said system, however, wouldn't bring them as much money if, let's say...
War was happening.
Basically, using human greed against itself.
There was a lot of deeper stuff like making an organization for that shit. Since he was immortal now—virtue of the Ōtsutsuki DNA—he could make a whole group of people to uphold said justice.
The Uzumaki could help with that.
A system like this should work for a world like this, and if rebellion rose up... exterminate every single one of them.
This wasn't a world of sunshine and rainbows. Yet, he'd rather not jump to that option. Freedom of speech was a thing. He didn't want to end up like a certain old man who was the biggest hypocrite to ever lay grace to Soul Society.
Fuck you and your right hand.
As he was mentally finishing up some notes—
His Karma would flare up.
And before he could move, a portal was created, and his body was dragged into another realm.
When he opened his eyes again, he was inside Aizen's realm. This was where the man kept the Ten-Tails.
Yet, his senses felt the presence of fighting.
Looking around, he saw Aizen was breathing a bit heavy. Chunks of metal could be seen lying around.
It seemed like a lot of Kekkei Genkai were used during this fight, alongside all of the man's Rinnegan abilities, if his lack of tomoe in his ringed eyes was anything to go by.
He had used his left eye's ability to revert all his damage to his opponent, and his right eye's ability to make illusion a reality. Yet the foe he was fighting was still standing proud.
Seijuro could see the man more clearly.
Tall. Pale. Cloaked in flowing white.
Black rods floated around him, crackling with compressed chakra.
Ōtsutsuki.
This was an Ōtsutsuki... and from the look of it—
That said Ōtsutsuki had been forced to fully come out.
Jigen? No... Aizen had forced him to fully reincarnate. That guy was Ishiki himself.
Ishiki was annoyed a bit. He never expected he would take such heavy blows from a mere human. This brat even drew blood from him. This little fuck tried to trick him with illusion.
Yet, he was resistant to those things, making it harder for him to get caught... he still got caught, multiple fucking times.
And now, as his Byakugan was activated, not even for a millisecond would he dare deactivate those eyes, as he needed them—or else, he would die.
Yes, Aizen alone could take him down... even if Ishiki's stats far outranked him.
Aizen was at best, a Kaguya-level combatant, whereas Ishiki himself was like Baryon Mode level.
They were not in the same tier. Yet because of his broken-as-fuck hax, Ishiki was forced to this state. Fuck this human.
From the bottom of his heart, he despised this human... he, a pure-blood Ōtsutsuki, fallen under petty genjutsu 40 fucking times.
He was annoyed... enraged even.
Meanwhile, with Seijuro—
"Explain."
"My, my, seems like you're losing your patience, brother."
This wasn't the time for his BS, yet Aizen merely wiped the blood from his lips and slicked his hair back.
"Well, you see, while I was in the middle of fine-tuning the Bijū, this Ōtsutsuki attacked. We had a light scuffle."
Seijuro looked at the utterly ruined dimension, feeling their chakra all around the air. Shit looked like several nukes were dropped here, and Aizen had the gall to say light scuffle.
"You seem to have this in the bag... why summon me?" he would say, looking at his other self.
"You are correct. I could have won this by myself. However, the process would be quite tedious, and I do wish not to waste my time on bugs."
Ishiki heard this. His gaze locked onto Aizen.
"Watch your mouth, insect. The only reason you still draw breath is simply due to that annoying Rinnegan of yours. Now that it's sealed, your fate is sealed."
"Oh my, quite the flavorful mouth you have there. But are you really sure you're speaking to me?" Aizen would say with a smile.
For a split second, Ishiki's Byakugan seemed to have entered their full stage—his eyes turning pure white as he gazed around.
Was he still in a Genjutsu...?
Then it hit him.
As he looked at Aizen, the male smiled... as if to say:
Gotcha.
Ishiki didn't give them time to talk further. He descended like a thunderbolt, black rods raining down mid-flight.
Ishiki raised his hands, ready to put more black rods in Aizen's body than an OF creator has ever taken...
Seijuro immediately turned to stage 2 of his Karma, and his Rinnegan could see it.
He saw it... as the black rods just appeared on Aizen's body, causing him to cough up blood.
Without wasting a second... as soon as they—
Expanded all at once, targeting vital points—
CLANG.
He intercepted the assault, blade drawn, deflecting the bulk of the rods just in time. With a second flick, his hand snapped into a seal and—
FLASH.
He and Aizen vanished.
They reappeared half a mile away in a higher-tier chamber—one sealed behind six separate layers of space-folding barriers.
Aizen fell to a knee, coughing again.
"You saw that?" he asked sharply.
Seijuro didn't answer immediately. His gaze was fixed in the direction they'd just come from.
"I knew what was coming," Seijuro finally said.
Aizen looked up, curious despite the pain. "You predicted that move?"
"I have future sight... yes."
Aizen smiled a bit.
"Can you... project a Genjutsu that lands in the future?"
Seijuro looked at Aizen... the two smiled at each other... the combo they were about to use next was gonna be legendary.
A/N pray for me...writing those two smart ass people think and fight is draining, like come on, who the fuck thinks of that.
When this chapter drop, I will 100% be at work. got to get the bread somehow