8 Snow

(A/N: Rewritten)

"Hokage-sama."

"Speak Kame," Hiruzen ordered as he looked up from his desk filled with piles of paperwork, a lightly annoyed frown visible upon his face.

"Reporting the incident of Elude's heir, Shisui, and street bandits," the voice stated as the masked ANBU lowered to a kneel.

"Continue," Hiruzen nodded—gaining interest. Anything that distracted him from the mountains of pure torture was, as he had decided himself, good for him.

Had he known of this, he probably would not have so readily agreed to become Hokage.

"Yes!" the so-called Kame complied as he began retelling the events that had occurred.

"...Interesting," Hiruzen softly uttered out loud as he stroked his beard in thought. "So the company's heir, or at least now to the public eye, has unknown powers related to creating weapons from ripples..."

He was now very interested, indeed—and he worried not for Kame to spread this information. He had deep trust in the village's well-trained ANBUs, and this knowledge would have already reached the ears of many.

Kame was one of the squad leaders, knowing secrets many other ANBUs knew not. Hiruzen trusted the man would keep it that way, for the good of both himself and the village.

"What a strange Kekkai Genkai...but it is nothing not within the range of Kekkai Genkais..." the recently-elected Hokage continued on his mutterings as Kame stayed silent. "Kekkai Genkai...Kekkai Genkai, Kekkai Gen-"

"Ah!" Kame gazed up from the ground, staring impassively at the rather excited leader of the leaf village. "The Kyūkyoku Clan!"

The masked ANBU's eyes widened in shock, knowing full well what the Kyūkyoku Clan was, or used to be.

For what he knew, the Kyūkyoku Clan was a proud clan, and such pride was not without reason. Every member was immensely powerful—almost impossibly so to the point that it applied to even children if their Kekkai Genkai was unlocked.

He didn't know how or what the process of unsealing the Kyūkyoku Clan's Kekkai Genkai was. But, he was allowed the knowledge of how each individual of the clan all had different Kekkai Genkais.

"That would explain much of everything..." Hiruzen said as he took in a deep breath of smoke from his pipe, before gazing back at the masked ANBU. "Say, Kame, had Shisui done anything during the fight?"

"No, Hokage-sama. The man did, however, cast an almost unnoticeable Genjutsu to distract everyone. Even I was affected by it."

"Hmm," Hiruzen continued stroked his beard. "That still leaves the possibility that Shisui and his company's heir are related to, if not part of, the Kyūkyoku Clan...Perhaps that is even his Kekkai Genkai..."

The man's eyes suddenly twinkled as he had gotten an idea. "Kame, tell me of the two's facial features—do they look alike?"

"There is a slight resemblance between Shisui and the heir, but I would only say that they were very distant relatives."

"Much is leading to the Kyūkyoku Clan," the Hokage nodded, joyously smiling. "Good, good...Dismissed."

Kame nodded, standing up and bowing in respect before disappearing with a flash.

"The Kyūkyoku Clan...the last noble clan of Konoha. They didn't die off, after all..." Hiruzen's smile widened, "This is news worth celebrating; I should tell Hashirama-sama and Madara-sama."

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Yasuo sat outside of his house as he absently spectated the noisy construction of a bigger porch for his family's mansion. His father had brought it up just yesterday, and Shisui happily complied.

The man himself was personally here, precisely and skillfully ordering his men in the production.

Yasuo let out a breath, as it formed into a fog-like cloud. The cold season had officially started today, and snow was beginning to fall.

The boy reached out, grabbing a handful of the pure white puff and reading the two new [Learned Knowledge] he had recently obtained from the construction.

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[Crafting]: Passive - Lvl. 5 -

[Description]: [Anything and everything related to the concept of Crafting]

[Effects]:

[Increases the User's mastery of all related to crafting by 25%]

[The User 'learns' the mastery of the original, if there is, Owner of a skill]

[Contsructing]: Passive - Lvl. 11 -

[Description]: [Anything and everything related to the concept of Building]

[Increases the User's mastery of all related to constructing by 25%]

[The User 'learns' the mastery of the original, if there is, Owner of a skill]

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He was very grateful to Shisui for helping him acquiring the two [Skills]. The boy knew that his two [Learned Knowledge] would assist him considerably in the future.

Shisui had explicitly ordered his men to construct the new porch in front of him, and they had accepted it without any form of inquiry.

Yasuo gently blew onto the snow, but even then, it flew far enough for it to reach the street next.

The term 'bored' was only putting it lightly for what he was feeling now. Vyra and Kumiko had gone to Academy without him, the latter's paperwork finally finished and officialized.

The only reason why he wasn't going to school was because of Shisui, the man having cast a Genjutsu that made seem he was sick. Miyrae was nearly horrified, almost skipping her mission due to it, but thankfully didn't after some convincing from Shisui and Izuna.

Though, the [Summoned] Uchiha did it in the interests of his young master—not wanting the boy to miss out on such a 'free' opportunity for additional [Learned Knowledge].

Still, that didn't mean that he wasn't bored out of his mind!

Yasuo tiredly sighed, managing to reach Shisui's keen ears. The man gazed at his young master for a short while before deciding to walk toward the boy.

"Young master," Shisui softly called.

"Hmm?" Yasuo hummed, glancing up from his snow-covered hand and tilting his head as he eyed the man coming toward him with light confusion. "What's going on, Shisui-san?"

"Nothing, nothing," Shisui said, shaking his head and smiling as he came before his young master. "But...do you want to go for a walk? You seem like you need something to keep you distracted."

"Sure!" Yasuo enthusiastically nodded. "Ah...are you coming with me?"

"No," the man regretfully shook his head, "Unfortunately, I need to manage this project, and none of my workers here are fit for the job. Those who are, are currently occupied with their own business."

"Oh..." Yasuo voiced disappointingly. He wanted to do some sparring, and he most definitely couldn't do that without a partner.

The boy turned quiet before a thought suddenly drifted into his head. 'Urataros!' Yasuo wide-eyed. 'Of course! How could I forget about Urataros?! He's been in Kamui for almost two months now!'

The crimson-eyed Uchiha boy smiled toward the man in front of him, hopping up to his feet. "I'll see you later then, Shisui-san!" Yasuo said as he ran off, waving a hand back in farewell as he did.

Shisui smiled back as he waved back, even though he knew his young master wouldn't see it.

"Now," the man turned his head back to his workmen, muttering to his himself: "Let's hurry and finish this project; I still need to make lunch, after all..."

___

Yasuo eventually stopped running, slowing down to a walk as he quietly observed everything around him.

The sky was dark, as dark as it previously had been when he was outside his home, with small particles of snow continuously falling.

Perhaps that was also why that there was no one outdoors. Even the stores that would be open if there was rain had not been open for business.

And, the boy had not an idea of why. The snow was not much worse, maybe even better than rain, and the cold wasn't that grave either. Yasuo shook his head; he shouldn't mind the interests of other people.

He looked ahead, seeing non-much other than snow and the rushing wind that was moving a sound distance away from him.

The shield he had made using [Atomic Authority] was working fantastically, helping him neither become cold or have a headful of snow.

Although it was a bit straining to his mind, he didn't worry; having a good grasp on his capabilities.

He stooped down, grabbing a handful of snow as he had suddenly gotten a great idea. He focused his mind, closing his eyes as he tried 'tricking' himself into thinking that snow was something immensely precious.

It was laboring; to make his brain imagine of something otherwise. But, with time unknowingly ticking, he had eventually opened back his crimson eyes.

"[Unlimited Treasury]..." Yasuo said in a bare whisper as he witnessed a silver, ripple-like portal surface between his hand and the cold white puff.

The snow began 'sinking' into the portal, and with that, Yasuo knew his experiment had worked, as he felt something new emerge within his [Reality Marble] of treasures.

He grinned excitedly. There was so much he could do, now that he knew he could force his mind to accept something that was not.

But, even more importantly, infinite amounts of takoyaki and the like!

The boy continued wandering with a profound smile on his face, letting his mind roam about as he looked for a place to cast his [Lord of Concealment].

He planned that, after he used his [Skill], he would [Kamui] Urataros out of his Semi-[Reality Marble].

If he refused—well, he hadn't planned that far yet, but perhaps he would go to a training ground and work on something. Yasuo paused his steps, lightly smiling as he had found just the right spot.

He had gone to the forest, one to the South-West, where it was spacious enough and not having many people.

The young Uchiha grinned, hopping around the corners of the forest as he placed down the 'flags' of Concealment. As he finished his job, he ran back to the center, feeling the aura of his [Skill] encompassing the entire forest.

"Good," Yasuo nodded in approval. He equipped his [Gravity Suit], fixing the setting to [2x]. And, to his surprise, his stats had only become two-thirds of its previous, unlike the other times of halving it.

As if reading his intentions of questioning it, AM stated: [It is due to Host's recent improvements on his Power, Endurance, Agility, and Dexterity...As well as a birthday gift from the system that Host has not noticed until now]

"...And why didn't you tell me about this during my birthday?" Yasuo's eyes twitched in annoyance. "Nevermind, forget it. What happens if I set the [Gravity Suit] to [3x]?"

[It will now halve Host's stats, while 4x will leave Host with one-third of Host's stats]

"Cool!" Yasuo couldn't help but grin. This upgrade to his [Gravity Suit] would allow him to train so much easier and faster—it was almost like a cheat!

Though, his excitement was short-lived, as he searched through [Kamui], managing to locate Urataros through the nigh-endless realm in a matter of seconds.

"[Kamui]!" he shouted out for no real reason, as he used the [Skill] to summon a spiraling void-like portal. Out from it, came a blue turtle-like humanoid; whom Yasuo easily identified as his newest of [Summoned]s.

Yasuo stared at the Imagin, as the 'man' himself looked startled at his sudden appearance in the real world.

Urataros quickly regained his composure from the nauseating ride of 'teleporting' dimensions, as he looked about his surroundings.

And, quickly noticing his master, the Imagin bowed, before greeting the boy: "Yasuo-sama, nice to finally meet you in person."

"Yes, you too, Urataros-san," the Uchiha said back with a polite smile on his face.

"What do you wish from me, Yasuo-sama?" Urataros questioned, straightening his posture to get a good look of his master's face.

"I'm a bit bored, so I was hoping that you could maybe spar with me," Yasuo said with a nod. "Of course, you could decline if you want."

"No, no!" Urataros shook his head as he waved both of his hands in front of him, back and forth. "I would love to help you, Yasuo-sama! So...what are the rules, and when do we start?"

"Thank you, Urataros-san," Yasuo's smile widened, as the Imagin rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "There's only one rule; don't leave this forest. Other than that, you're free to do whatever you want!"

The crimson-eyed boy was very excited to see Urataros immediately nod in agreement.

He hadn't had the chance to, possibly, go all out in his five years in this new world, and he was craving for some decent fight. Knowing that Urataros was so much stronger than himself only added to that battle lust.

"Let's dance? What's that mean, Yasu-" Urataros began asking, tilting his head to express his confusion. Moving his face wasn't exactly something he could do.

However, before he was able to complete his sentence, the Imagin felt something firm hit him right in the stomach.

It wasn't hard enough to send him flying, but flinching it did. His master's punch felt like a pinch, one that had a rather solid grip and covered the size of a cup.

Yasuo frowned, quickly jumped away before the turtle-like man was able to attack back. He turned to his behind, running into the trees to think of a plan—a tactical retreat.

The boy used this time to think of a plan. He knew that almost every one of Urataros' stats were vaster than his own, especially with the man's monstrous [Power] and [Endurance].

That meant that he would have to get caught as least as possible, as otherwise, the spar would practically be over within seconds.

And, that wasn't to mention the Imagin's greater [Agility], unfortunately, his own current highest stat of [155]. Which of the [155], was now only [103] due to the effects of his [Gravity Suit].

Sudden remembering about the [Gravity Suit], Yasuo quickly unequipped the thing.

'Why did I even equip it in the first place...?' Yasuo offhanded thought, before shaking his head and continuing with his thoughts.

Even though he had an 'easy' way to harm Urataros in the form of [Seishi], he would not use it. That would ruin the point of actually trying, as the sword just did virtually everything for him in terms of 'harming.'

He didn't have the desire to kill Urataros, anyway.

"Haaaa..." Yasuo took in a deep breath, exhaling as he focused his mind. Simply brute-forcing would not work, but that was where strategy came in.

He looked toward the snow falling onto the ground, an idea popping into his mind. He could use the snow as cover for his attacks, determining that said attacks would mostly be explosive kunais.

Though 'normal' kunais were not 'swords,' he knew that [God Swordsmanship] would allow him to master throwing kunais.

The design of the kunai in this world helped the [Skill] recognize it as more like a knife than his previous world's equivalent of a crowbar.

He understood he was quite fortunate for it, and as such, gave his utmost gratitude to his extremely high [Luck] stat, and the system for granting said [Luck].

Nevertheless, his [God Swordsmanship] would grant him 'complete mastery' of, fundamentally, throwing knives of which explode.

There was the fact that the explosives would most likely only feel like a light punch to the Imagin, and indeed the fact stood tall and proud.

But, it was the only thing he could think of right now in the span of one-two minutes. It was probable that Urataros would catch up to him any time soon, and he needed to be at least a bit ready.

And, almost as if on cue, the boy felt a strong current of wind run past mere inches from him. Yasuo turned around, nearly gawking as he saw the after-gesture of Urataros punching the air.

"Yasuo-sama!" Urataros shouted as let out a grin. "Don't underestimate me!"

Yasuo swallowed a gulp of saliva; this was going to be much harder than he imagined. Without responding to his [Summoned], Yasuo looked for openings.

And, he had found so many, that he could only attribute it to the man's potential inexperience with unarmed combat. The boy frowned—it could also easily be a trap, but he was willing to take the risk.

If he didn't, it would mean the end of the battle. Perhaps there would be more opportunities for attacks in the future, but his chances were not as grand as the chance before him.

Yasuo came with a minute-idea, suddenly remembering he had snow within [Unlimited Treasury], and figuring that now was the best time to use it.

"Ha!" Yasuo kicked off the ground into the air as he invoked three portals in front of him. Then, snow sprung forth in magnitudes, creating something akin to a waterfall shield made of the white flakes.

Urataros had thought of 'making a break for it,' but, knowing that would entirely ruin his master's efforts, he decided not.

Instead, the Imagin protected his head with his arms, the place where he could confidently say was his weakest point.

He was much like a turtle, but only an extremely mobile one that couldn't hide his head in his shell—he didn't have one.

"Oof," Urataros grunted at the impact. He wouldn't exactly say that it hurt. Only that it felt as if he was carrying something that was quickly and continuously gaining in weight.

He felt as if the snow was much heavier than average snow, and he knew that there was a good possibility his assumption was accurate.

During his limited time in his master's body, he had gathered that [Unlimited Trasury] enhanced the objects with it in some way.

When he compared a 'Treasury kunai' to a typical one, the former turned out sharper and lighter. Though, all of that was more Shisui's genius than of his own.

Seconds had passed, now feeling as if his legs were going to give in any time soon. He couldn't move; there was snow all around him, almost entirely preventing any movement.

As he tried getting out, he cursed himself. He had waited too long—no, he didn't even wait, he just stood there!

Urataros compiled his strength, using a massive third of his energy. He felt that he if used any less, his attempts would fail, and now was most definitely not the time to do so.

"DISPERSE-!" Urataros shouted, pushing the snow away and 'grinning' as he saw the 'light of day...'

BOOMM———!

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Yasuo let out quick pants, staring at the exploded ruins of the ground covered by dust with his augmented [Sharingan] eyesight. He unconsciously smiled, knowing that his attack had worked.

He then fled as he understood full well that Urataros could, and most probably would, be up and about in any second.

He would restore everything with [Atomic Authority] once the spar finished, but now there were more pressing matters.

The red-eyed Uchiha did not doubt for even a second that the Imagin wasn't able to recover from some-ten explosives going up at once.

Urataros had frankly absurd [Endurance], and he imagined that 'recovery speed' and 'blast resistance' was in some part of that stat.

Yasuo temporarily hid in a place where the boy knew the Imagin would not discover him—a rather shallow, but almost unnoticeable hole in the ground.

And, with that, he entered his thoughts; keeping his focus everywhere he could see as he did so.

He now needed another plan, perhaps something even miles different from his first approach. The was a high chance of being Urataros injured, if not severely, and this left with a good deal of options.

He could fire away at Urataros with shurikens and the like, slowly withering away at his defenses. But something like that was unhonorable for him, and possibly even others.

Another was a straight forward assault; what Yasuo thought was the best option.

He had a skill: [Shambles of Utopia], a direct upgrade from [Shambles]. It, however, did the exact opposite its counterpart.

Instead of bringing his [Reality Marble] into the world, [Unlimited Treasury] forced its Target into itself—his world, where he had full control of its abilities.

But, rather than classifying [Shambles Utopia] as an 'upgrade,' Yasuo felt that the [Skill] was more of [Unlimited Treasury]'s full, and original strength.

The reincarnated boy knew much about [Reality Marbles], having faced against countless many in the 'past.'

If there was one thing he knew was wholly accurate, was the fact that all [Reality Marbles] brought other people inside of it. It did not bring itself into Gaia—she would never allow such.

The boy had no idea why he could, but attributing it to his system just made everything about his 'new life' so much easier.

Nevertheless, Yasuo was confident that, with him using the [Skill], it would be enough for him to defeat Urataros.

"Hup!" the boy lightly called out as he leaped onto the branches of the forest.

He began looking for Urataros and had quickly found the Imagin. His blue figure frankly stood out like a sore thumb within the woods.

Yasuo narrowed his eyes, using his [Sharingan]'s ability to perceive chakra as he stared at the blue Imagin.

The Uchiha's face quickly lit up with a light grin, seeing that Urataros' aura had decreased significantly. He quietly hopped from branch to branch, careful of his steps as he stalked Urataros.

And soon, as Urataros stepped into one of the more spacious areas of the forest, Yasuo moved from the shadows, into the open.

"Yasuo-sama, so you finally appear!" Urataros yelled, smirking—if he was able to. "I knew you were waiting for me to come into the open. I fell right into your trap, didn't I? And, I have to admit, master, that other attack hurt."

"Heh," Yasuo let out a friendly chuckle, his previous grin widening. "I'm not telling you anything, Urataros!"

"Whatever you have for me, I'll be ready for it, Yasuo-sama!" Urataros laughed back in good-nature.

Yasuo didn't reply, merely smiling as he got comfortably into his battle stance. Although he was only smiling, Yasuo was excited beyond words about what was forthcoming.

He could hear his heart thumping, and the sound of it was only becoming faster and faster.

He was positive that he now had the chance to go 'all-out' against Urataros, and that meant just so much that he, himself couldn't comprehend it.

Or, he thought. Perhaps five whole years had gone to his head. And, it had left him with the simply overwhelming desire to fight against someone that was just so much stronger than him.

Yasuo became stoic as he let his instinct from years, decades, centuries of battle take over.

Urataros was taken aback at the sudden change in the 'atmosphere' surrounding his master, turning freezingly cold like the emptiness of space.

He quickly regained himself, but his shock was still ever-present. There was only one person he knew he had felt this kind of aura from, one of the only eight he remembered—though barely.

The 'man' was called the Death Imagin, and Urataros could still remember now the feelings of dread when he had faced him with his friends.

Now, he was getting a very similar feeling from his master. But dreadful, he knew, it was most definitely not; instead, it felt more of the 'suppressing' and 'overpowering' nature.

Urataros inwardly frowned as he tried looking for openings, only to find none. He reclaimed his confidence, deciding that he would find opportunities once the actual fight engaged.

Puffing out a breath through his mouth, the Imagin cleared his head and took hold of the initiative, pushing off the ground and charging toward Yasuo.

He was going for the early advantage.

With his [Agility], the distance between himself and his master was nothing—quickly reaching the boy as he aimed in for a jab.

Yasuo had not moved at all, staying perfectly still even as Urataros was mere inches away from him.

"Take...this!" Urataros uttered as he punched out toward Yasuo's skull. If his master was not going to move and just himself get hit, then so be it; he was not beyond taking advantage of the situation.

Just as the blue Imagin was sure that his attack had connected, he was shocked to find that Yasuo had dodged it merely millimeters away!

In his shock, the boy had managed to land a hard punch toward his left stomach.

"Oof!"

Urataros staggered from the sharp pain—eyes widening in shock as the strain from the blow had been even worse than the one from the explosions.

He glanced at Yasuo's fists, shocked at discovering them to be covered by some metal gauntlets. And, before he could even recover, the Imagin found himself seemingly impaled a blade no longer than twelve inches.

The pain was manageable, barely even an issue to the point that the sword only felt like a big, somewhat painful needle. But, that was ultimately not the problem.

It was, instead, the constant and almost instantaneous bouts of various attacks that his master delivered.

"Ach!" Urataros cried in the overbearing pain. Only after Yasuo had attacked countless more times, ending with a powerful right-hook right toward his stomach, that he had jumped back.

The Imagin could feel his legs uncontrollably wobble as his body was feeling, what he could only describe as, pure agony.

But, he would not give up—his pride as his master's [Summoned] wouldn't allow that to happen...Even if he was currently facing against said master right now.

"H-ha, i-s that all you got, Yasuo-sama?" Urataros managed to say in between involuntary coughs, trying his best to keep his voice confident and feet standing.

Although the boy did not reply, almost as if he was in a trance, Urataros could see a seemingly unconscious grin came upon his face.

"Come on then, Yasuo-sama!" Urataros shouted. "Give me your all!"

Eyes still hazy, the crimson-eyed Uchiha's face broadened into a toothy smile as he declared: "...[Omoikane]."

With a single word, Urataros felt as if the world around him had entirely changed and, indeed it had. The Imagin let his eyes roam, feeling more shocked than ever before.

It was as if time itself had stopped, and knowing his master and AM-sama, it most likely had.

Snow, all of which was previously falling with the inherent gravity of Gaia, had completely stopped in their tracks. He could no longer feel the wind upon his skin, only serving to convince him more.

He led his eyes toward Yasuo as he tried moving his legs, succeeding in the effort.

His master appeared to be moving as well, a relief to himself. The spar would continue, even with time stopping.

Whatever consequences would occur after, he would personally deal with and take the blame for—Urataros had determined.

"Hup!" Urataros jolted off the ground with great force, decisively dashing toward Yasuo; once again going for the immediate lead.

He did not feel any change in his body, even with time paused as it was. And the only thing he truly felt now, was just some light exhaustion and pain that he could, and would, easily disregard.

It was almost like a complete recreation of the beginning, but he ignored it. He was sure that his attack would hit, and he would go through with that certainty.

But, yet again, thwarted were his efforts.

He had barely reached within a yard of his master before completely being pummeled backward by an array of swords.

"Poh!" Urataros spat out as the blunt weapons forced him backward until he had finally pinned to a tree. His eyes widened, utterly shocked—his master's blades were never this strong before!

He could only assume that his master had hit multiple of his pressure points. And even he, himself, didn't know where they were!... Though, that might have been because of his missing memories.

As the swords slowly faded into silver particles, Urataros endeavored to stand up, only for his strength to give in midway.

He wanted to say he gave up, but his voice wasn't quite working from his now—and somewhat sudden—immense exhaustion and numbness. Urataros relaxed his body, assuming that his master would stop nonetheless.

He felt like his head was going to burst, and he needed rest. But, as he had finally gotten a deep breath, he had heard Yasuo chant: "To begin anew..."

Urataros' perked; he knew that he had heard that line before, or at least he remembered about it. But, he couldn't quite recall where he had, or what the chant would result.

"To cut the feeble edges..." the boy continued. Urataros' brain went on high-gear as he tried his best to remember, using his master's invocation as something of a reference.

"To bring upon paradise..."

As he heard those four words, the Imagin felt as if something 'triggered' within himself—suddenly having a grasp of just what the hell was going on.

He could perceive his body becoming more and more energized. But, at the same time, he could hear his voice in the back of his head, telling him to run away, and it was very inciting.

Urataros took in a deep breath to calm his mind, working his best to focus on his master.

He forced his body to move, ignoring the burning pain coming from his entire body, as he kept his legs running.

"To become what is wholly I..."

'Only a few more seconds,' Urataros inwardly told himself, wincing as he felt his muscles slowly tear up, but he strained himself to endure, continuing to move.

"To achieve my..."

Urataros panicked as the almost overwhelming feeling of wanting nothing but to escape crashed into his mind. He ceased his movements, stunned as indecision weighed his soul.

"Shambles...of Utopia."

The blue Imagin regain himself, feeling an utterly tyrannical aura rush past him. His eyes could see snow disappearing into nothingness, as the cold wind now became nothing but a spring breeze.

Urataros looked around him, as the world itself seemingly changed in real-time.

The dirt ground transformed into something crystalline, metal-like, and silver in color while the sky became refreshingly sunny.

On the ground litter around like trash, were countless objects in every direction—there was no end to the world he could see.

Finally, Urataros led his gaze on a throne made of pure gold set on an equally golden staircase. He had disregarded it when he had first glanced at it, knowing full well who was sitting upon its seat.

"Come, Yasuo-sama," Urataros used the very last of his energy to spread his arms wide open as he said those the two words.

He now fully accepted his loss, and, as such, he knew he would become punished for it.

Perhaps that wasn't precisely how losses went, but, as seemed that his master wanted such, he would receive it with open arms—literally.

Urataros suddenly felt his head explode in pain, experiencing an intense desire to blackout.

And, the last thing he saw before he did, was Yasuo's smile, with what he knew was most definitely not the intention of moving from his throne.

___

Shisui looked toward the distance behind his young master's home, sensing Yasuo's chakra abruptly spike. It was worrying, so much so that he wanted to check up on it himself.

And that—he determined—he would.

He handed his clipboard of blueprints to one of the employees, trusting that they would correctly continue with the construction.

He had enough confidence that his workers would be able to finish the project. They were professionals for a reason, and there wasn't much else but the finishing parts, anyway.

The man respectfully nodded to him, and Shisui nodded back before disappearing in a flash with his signature move: the [Body Flicker Technique].

He was known as 'Shisui of the Body Flicker' when he was still alive—able to both move great distances and without hand-seals at the same time.

Mere seconds had passed when he had reached his destination, and to his surprise and slight confusion, he had found Vyra already there before him.

"Vyra-sama, shouldn't you be at the Academy...?" Shisui asked the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder; her back faced toward him.

"Hap!" She was startled but composed herself as she turned her head toward the 'older' Uchiha. Putting a hand on her chest, Vyra glared, "Shisui, you shouldn't scare me like that..."

"I apologize Vyra-sama," Shisui said, turning his eyes from her to the forest before them. "But, you should be at school right now, not here."

"I put a [Shadow Clone] in my place. No one should notice except maybe Danzō, and that man is absent today." He could tell that the young mistress had pouted, but he could care less.

What did catch his interest, however, was the mentioning of [Shadow Clones]. 'How could I forget that technique existed?' Shisui inwardly cursed himself.

"Have you any sign of Yasuo-sama?" He asked as he mentally sighed, presuming that she was here for the same reason as himself.

"No," the girl shook her head. "I only just arrived here, and I'm pretty sure Yasuo's explosion of chakra reached the Academy sooner than it did our house."

Shisui silently nodded as he walked into the forest, activating his [Sharingan] to look for any hints of his young master's chakra.

Vyra quietly stalked behind him, virtually unable to help him in any way. She had yet to unlock her [Sharingan], and even though she was a sensor-type, she knew not of any sensory skills.

Shisui was unsurprised when he found no little amounts of traces, especially on the not-so-hidden areas destroyed in the forest.

He continued until he detected two presences with his eyes.

Both were relatively close to each other, and one of them possessed an identical chakra signature to his young master.

"I've found them!" Shisui confidently voiced out, dashing through the terrain, and eventually arriving into an open clearing.

He ran at an almost leisure pace, allowing his young mistress to catch up behind him. They could most definitely have gone faster, but Shisui did not want to strain the girl.

He had felt the anxiety in her steps, but, even he could not 'Body Flicker' without knowing the exact whereabouts of his intended goal.

His eyes immediately focused upon the destruction, gauging it, as he left the two figures laying on the ground in the back of his mind.

"Onii-chan!" Shisui heard Vyra's voice shout. His ears could catch her quickening steps, and it was rather obvious she was running toward his young master.

'Sword marks...' Shisui somewhat offhandedly thought as he had gone over to a damaged tree, crouched down and touched it with his hands.

Most of his mind occupied the sole thought of his young master's well-being, and he was more than worried about the boy. Even worse, Yasuo's chakra levels were fatally low, as well as who he assumed was, Urataros'.

But, Shisui knew for a fact that there was almost nothing he could do other than letting Vyra 'do her thing.' Still, he held much faith in his young mistress and was confident in her abilities.

"Ooouh..." The oldest of the three present Uchiha snapped out of his musings as he heard the groaning of a voice. Using simple deduction and his familiarity with Yasuo, Shisui was quickly able to reason that it belonged to Urataros.

He trained his eyes toward the Imagin, finding the sight of Vyra silently healing both 'downed' at the same time.

Shisui only raised an eyebrow but didn't comment otherwise. His young mistress had a better understanding of her abilities than he most likely ever would; obviously.

If she decided she could heal two people to potentially full health at the same time, then props to her.

Shisui stood up and walked toward the coming-conscious Urataros. He studied the blue-skinned man, as he showed clear signs of soreness, pain, and exhaustion.

The Uchiha shifted Urataros' body into a sitting position, helping him to breathe easier.

He gave the Imagin a short minute of relaxation before questioning him: "What happened?" It was precise, simple, and straight to the point. Shisui had no doubt Urataros could not answer it.

The Imagin took in one last deep breath before turning his head toward Shisui. "Yasuo-sama and I were spari-" he began but was stopped as a sudden vortex-like portal teleported him into who-knows-where.

Shisui kept himself composed, unlike his somewhat panicking young mistress. But, he wasn't able to react in time before the almost instantaneous portal had transported the Imagin.

He wasn't much worried about his fellow [Summoned], as he knew he had seen his young master create the same portal in the past.

Or, it might have been the Ancient Manipulator who had executed [Kamui]—he speculated.

That meant that Urataros was most likely fine and only needed some rest. And, even if the Imagin did per se die, Urataros could eventually become 'resurrected' using Yasuo's chakra.

Shisui was, instead, more concerned now regarding his young master's condition. "How is he, Vyra-sama?" he asked as he walked to the side of Yasuo's unconscious body.

The girl was no longer in a state of alarm, now focused simply on attending to Yasuo. Shisui could see the constant stream of green energy from Vyra's palms entering the boy, no doubt healing him.

"He is fine physically, but he's not waking up," the young female Uchiha began, and he could hear a hint of sobbing in her voice. "I've tried every spell, and he's still not waking up!"

Shisui did not have an inkling of suspicion that she did not.

He sighed as he gently carried his young master into his arms from Vyra's own.

"Then, Vyra-sama, let us return home for now," Shisui said. "There is nothing both of us can do now. If Yasuo-sama continues to remain in that state of comatose, then I'll use [Kotoamatsukami] to erase any suspicions. For everyone, even for your parents and Kumiko, Vyra-sama."

Vyra slowly nodded to her, unmoving even as Shisui left the forest. She stared up to the horizon one last time, hoping for her twin's recovery, before heading toward home.

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(Small Spoiler): (The next chapter [when rewritten] will have a flashback and will be in Yasuo's point of view of the fight)

(A/N: I should have probably done the entire battle in Yasuo's perspective. But, I had gone off track and had gone too far off of it to make a return back. Anyway, thank you for reading, and please wait for the next chapter when it is ready!)