Sword floated in the air, greedily absorbing the chakra overflowing from the dragon vein.
The chakra all around was drawn inward, converging at the center of the altar. Sword hovered slowly above Uchiha Hikaru's body, who lay unconscious at the center.
With Uchiha Hikaru and Sword at the center, the surrounding chakra began to swirl into a vortex, pouring into both the blade and the body.
At this moment, Uchiha Hikaru, deep in sleep, felt something warm enveloping him. In his dream, he once again saw himself wearing a white robe, holding a jet-black blade in his hand.
It was Sword—she had appeared in his dream again.
Meanwhile, outside the dream...
The chakra flowing from the dragon vein was being devoured by Sword. The space itself seemed to empty, the energy vacuum consumed completely by the black blade—yet Sword still wasn't satisfied.
She began circling Hikaru's unconscious form. The blade gently tapped his chest, trying to rouse him.
But Hikaru lay there like a passed-out college student after finals, snoring softly and completely unaware. No matter how Sword nudged or buzzed, he didn't stir.
The blade trembled, letting out a faint hum, like a girl pouting after not being fed enough.
And then, as if throwing a tantrum, she shot straight toward the center of the altar—and pierced the Flying Thunder God kunai planted there.
The kunai shattered into dust.
Sword floated upward again, summoning a gust of wind that scattered the broken metal into the air. She drifted toward Hikaru, brushing her flat of the blade gently against his chest.
It wasn't clear if she was brushing off the dust like a perfectionist—or... doing something more mischievous (¬_¬).
Then, Sword plunged herself into the semicircular stone at the altar's center.
The dragon vein's power erupted instantly. A pulse of black light spread from Sword's core, wrapping around Uchiha Hikaru's body.
But even in her greedy hunger, Sword did not forget her master's order.
No matter how ravenous she was, she would never feast freely until the mission was done.
As the black blade absorbed the overflowing chakra, its color deepened. The altar dimmed, its light devoured by the thick darkness radiating from Sword.
Suddenly, she hesitated. The chakra pouring into her had an emotion—rage and fear?
...Was the dragon vein itself alive?
A juicy, frightened little dragon, maybe?
Sword tilted in the air, then vibrated and plunged deeper into the altar.
If it has a soul, fine. As long as it's tasty, I'll eat.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the dragon vein, the soul of a middle-aged man cowered in the dark.
If Uchiha Hikaru had seen him, he would've recognized the man instantly.
Mukade—the former minister of Rōran. A man who had thrown his soul into the dragon vein long ago. He also went by Baizu.
Now, An Lushan huddled in terror, hoping the terrifying black blade floating above him would go away.
When the seal had lifted, he thought he'd been freed. He had prepared to seize control of the dragon vein again, to fulfill his delusion of ruling the world.
But instead, he found himself imprisoned—sealed within the chakra itself.
Worse still, the dragon vein hadn't become part of him.
He had become part of it.
Even when he tried using its chakra, he could barely manipulate it—and that overflow earlier? It had been his desperate cry for help.
And now that chakra was being eaten.
Eaten by a black sword with a will of its own.
His rage exploded. The dragon vein belonged to him! How dare anyone else touch it?!
That fury, pouring into the chakra, was what made Sword pause.
But Sword... didn't care.
Delicious chakra is still delicious chakra~ (๑´ڡ`๑)
Time passed. An entire day went by. The dragon vein's chakra was now only half of what it once was.
Sword spun slowly, black light radiating from her body.
And finally—after a full day and night—Uchiha Hikaru began to stir.
His eyelashes fluttered, and his body shifted.
As he opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was the surge of chakra around him.
Enemy?! No... this presence... it's familiar.
"My Sword...?"
He sat up suddenly—and then saw it.
A massive, floating black egg.
"...Huh?"
He blinked.
Then blinked again.
Thousands of mental alpacas began stampeding through his head. (・_・;)
"This chakra..."
He stepped closer to the egg.
"Sword???"
The black egg trembled lightly, as if answering him.
"...My sword... turned into an egg?!"
Uchiha Hikaru's face contorted with disbelief and a tinge of disgust. His mind couldn't help but wander...
One day, in battle with Uchiha Madara—the great Madara wielding his war fan and scythe with godlike might—and he, Hikaru, stood across from him...
...summoning a giant black egg.
(cue internal screaming)
As if sensing her master's horrified thoughts, the black egg began bouncing on the ground!!
Violent chakra surged from within, and cracks formed across the shell.
Hikaru took a cautious step back.
"Don't tell me this is... Kundan...?"
Suddenly, chakra exploded from within, and the black egg shattered.
"Stupid Master!"
"You're the little black guy!!"
A burst of chakra lit the altar—and standing before Hikaru was a loli-sized girl, about 1.4 meters tall, with long black hair and fiery eyes. The light reflected off her skin like polished jade.
Hikaru's Mangekyō Sharingan activated instinctively.
He blinked again.
"Wha—?"
The egg shards floated in the air, transforming into threads of black chakra, wrapping around the girl to form a gorgeous jet-black dress.
She landed gently, her bare feet creating ripples of black chakra on the stone floor as she stepped toward him.
She tilted her head, scrutinizing him.
"...That's not right, Master."
"When did you get so big?"
Still stunned, Hikaru muttered, "Isn't it more like... you're too small?"
"...Something's wrong. Something's very wrong..."
"I must still be dreaming..."
"How the hell did my sword become a sword girl?!"
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