Chapter 17 Fyodor Dostoevsky 2

Yo! Everyone it's been a really long time. Tbh the reason I didn't uploaded this fanfic was due to not getting any ideas at all. Also a bit procrastination too. But after reading the latest manga chapter of bsd a fire burned within me which led to me continuing this fanfic. Enjoy the read! And now this fanfic totally is related to bsd.

"I suppose it's time..." Sasuke muttered, his eyes glinting with determination.

"It's Sharingan time..."

Sasuke found himself adeptly evading Fyodor's onslaught of Jutsus, but he knew mere evasion wouldn't secure victory. Determined to seize the initiative, he opted for a more aggressive approach. With a swift hand gesture, Sasuke summoned a shadow clone, which dispersed into three identical copies as smoke billowed around them, each sprinting off in a different direction.

Observing Sasuke's tactical maneuver, Fyodor couldn't help but admire the strategic finesse on display. "I see. Making those shadow clones shall lead to inefficiency in my attacks. Not a bad strategy," he mused. And continued ,"But what exactly is he plotting?" Doubt crept into Fyodor's thoughts as he pondered his opponent's intentions. "Perhaps it's time to step up my game."

With resolve, Fyodor intensified the power, quantity, and speed of his Jutsu, elevating them to unprecedented levels. The two shadow clones were swiftly overwhelmed by the sheer force of Fyodor's augmented attacks, leaving only one Sasuke standing. But this lone combatant wasn't ready to back down.

With lightning crackling around him, Sasuke hurled a kunai infused with electrifying chakra directly at Fyodor, his intent clear: to strike decisively and gain the upper hand in the battle.

Just as the Kunai hurtled towards him, Sasuke executed a swift teleportation using the Hiraishin technique, appearing near the projectile in an instant. With the crackling energy of the Raikiri in his left hand, he lunged at Fyodor with deadly precision, aiming to end the confrontation swiftly.

However, Fyodor's reflexes proved equal to the task as he narrowly dodged the lethal strike. Swiftly, he countered, manipulating his jutsu to unleash a torrent of water that tore through Sasuke's defenses, piercing his body in seven different places and rending him apart.

The gruesome sight stunned Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi to their core. Kakashi's mind raced, refusing to accept the sight before him. 'No! This can't be... Sasuke wouldn't fall so easily. He must have another plan.' Praying for a twist of fate, Kakashi hoped against hope for Sasuke's survival.

"SASUKEEEE!" Naruto and Sakura's anguished cries pierced the air, their shock and disbelief palpable as they grappled with the loss of their teammate, their first taste of the true horrors of the shinobi world.

With a calm demeanor that belied the chaos around him, Fyodor commented, "That outcome was inevitable. Yet, had Sasuke landed that jutsu, it would have been my demise, not his. Holding back my power from the start proved to be a strategic move, goading him into a reckless attack." With a determined gaze, he turned his attention to the remaining adversaries, ready to face them head-on and fulfill his mission.

However, in a surprising turn of events, Sasuke's body dissolved into smoke, revealing it to be a shadow clone. Relief washed over the group, realizing Sasuke's survival, albeit temporarily. Suddenly, the rock from which Sasuke had conjured the shadow clone split apart, revealing the real Sasuke standing firm, poised to continue the battle.

With an intense glare, Sasuke focused his gaze on Fyodor, channeling a significant amount of chakra into his hand. In a swift motion, he fashioned a superior version of Rasengan, uttering confidently, "Odama Rasengan."

'No, that's not quite it,' he mused, darting towards Fyodor with determination. Witnessing Sasuke's advance, Fyodor's lips curled into a malicious smile as he remarked, "Ahh! How exhilarating it is to engage in battle with you. I can't help but wonder about the traps you've set."

Halting midway, the Rasengan underwent a transformation, shrinking without sacrificing its potency. It condensed to the size of a bullet as Sasuke's voice rang out coldly, "Rasendan!!!"

As Sasuke made a gun like posture in his hands and the Rasengan or Rasendan in front of his fingers. The concentrated mass of chakra surged forward in a high-speed trajectory towards Fyodor. As the attack bore down on him, Fyodor pondered, 'Is this the extent of it? No, there must be more. Perhaps it's time to signal them.'

"Ahh! What a marvelous jutsu you possess, Sasuke-kun," Fyodor exclaimed, conjuring water to intercept the Rasendan in a bid to evade its impact. Yet, Sasuke anticipated his move, deftly altering the attack's course with a flick of his wrist.

The Rasendan veered to the side, bypassing Fyodor's defensive maneuver and hurtling towards its intended target. Despite the imminent danger, Fyodor maintained his composure, his enigmatic smile unwavering.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Rasendan struck its mark with explosive force, yet Fyodor remained standing, albeit with minor wounds on his palms from deflecting the Odama Rasendan. As the smoke dissipated, it became apparent that Fyodor had thwarted the formidable attack with his bare hands, his resilience evident to all observers.

"OE, FYODOR, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!" The urgent warning pierced through the chaos of battle, jolting Fyodor from his intense focus. Disappointment clouded his expression as he realized the assistance he'd hoped for amounted to nothing more than a brief alert. "My goodness," he muttered to himself, "I had counted on their aid, yet all I receive is a mere whisper of caution. Nevertheless, if I hadn't executed that maneuver just then, I'd be facing certain demise."

Turning swiftly, Fyodor's eyes widened as he beheld the sudden appearance of Sasuke, his features twisted into a demonic snarl. A black Raikiri crackled menacingly in Sasuke's hand, poised to strike with a swiftness that surpassed any previous display of speed. The realization dawned on Fyodor: Sasuke hadn't teleported; he'd been lurking in the shadows all along.

With a deft movement, Fyodor intercepted Sasuke's lethal attack, seizing the Uchiha's hand mere moments before it could spell his end. A smirk played at the corners of Fyodor's lips as he addressed his adversary. "Impressive, Sasuke-kun," he remarked coolly. "Concealing yourself as a mere kunai was a clever strategy indeed. But even without outside aid, I anticipated your presence."

Fyodor's sharp eye caught something unusual about Sasuke's demeanor.

'Has he unlocked his Mangekyo Sharingan?' Fyodor wondered, noting the evident boost in Sasuke's speed and strength. 'Even with that, he can't hope to match my power,' Fyodor thought confidently, seeing Sasuke's shocked expression.

Meanwhile, Sasuke grappled with a singular thought. 'I'm pushing myself to the limit, but this Fyodor Dostoevsky... he's on another level.'

But what troubled Sasuke the most was the realization that, despite his enhanced abilities from the Mangekyo Sharingan, Fyodor remained a formidable opponent. 'This is a problem,' Sasuke admitted internally, smiling in a nervous tone.

Suddenly, two figures emerged from the shadows.

"Finally! I was getting tired of watching them fight, Kakuzu," exclaimed Hidan, brandishing his scythe. Kakuzu, pragmatic as always, cautioned, "Hmph, though I agree with you. Watch out for the Copy Ninja and Itachi's younger brother. They might be more powerful than we think."

With tension mounting and new players entering the scene, the stage was set for an intense confrontation, where every move could determine the outcome of the battle.

Sasuke found himself experiencing an unfamiliar sensation, something truly unique since his arrival in this world. He grappled with the realization, 'In the past, I naively believed that no one could rival me, regardless of how much I held back. But then, I encountered a man named Odasaku, and it dawned on me—I was merely a frog in a well, ignorant of the vast ocean.'

'While our physical prowess seemed evenly matched in combat, I held a slight edge in technique and skill over him. Yet, in various other aspects, he outshone me. Let's not delve into firearms and such for now. That encounter humbled me, revealing my own ordinariness. And now, in this moment, I face a similar realization, albeit less uplifting. Just as meeting Odasaku was a turning point that nudged my twisted mindset towards clarity, encountering Fyodor Dostoevsky seems destined to be my downfall.'

'He will undoubtedly end my life. There's no escape, not even with the Hiraishin. Against his concealed abilities, I am utterly defenseless. Though, in a sense, losing to him shatters his, that man's ideals, it holds little significance now. Odasaku had shattered them long ago.'

'But what is this feeling? Why do I still have the urge to push harder, to strive for victory instead of accepting defeat? Why do I continue to yearn for greatness, for the sake of myself, the Uchiha, and my parents? Yet, despite my self-loathing, I can't help but wonder, could I have done better in this world as Uchiha Sasuke, the last of my clan? No, perhaps a wretched soul like mine deserves no better fate.'

'Yet, despite it all, I long to improve, to rise above my own limitations....'

"ICHIKA-CHAN!!!" shouted Dazai as he, Naruto, Ichika, and Kakashi rushed towards Sasuke and Fyodor, determined to save Sasuke from Fyodor's grasp. As they advanced, Fyodor turned his attention towards them, thinking, 'So they've finally made their move, huh? Crushing the supposed 'Masterpiece' was a bit fun. For now, the only one I need to be cautious of is my dear chessmate, Osamu Dazai.'

'Huh!? They're not giving up yet?' thought Sasuke Uchiha. He found himself questioning how he had been so cowardly. But wait, had he always been a coward? Definitely not. That was strange, which meant... he was in it!?

Sasuke's Mindscape

"Well, it took you long enough to realize it," said a boy with an apathetic, emotionless expression, standing there and glaring at Sasuke with cold eyes. "Honestly, I thought it might take even longer. But I should have expected that you, of all people, would escape from that genjutsu this quickly, Uchiha Sasuke."

"Y-you are!?" Sasuke muttered, unable to believe that the person standing before him was actually there.

"Yeah, I am you. Or to be more precise, I am Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. But with what that Fyodor has done to you, it seems you can't comprehend what's happening. You've completely lost the rational mind you once possessed," the figure, Ayanokouji, said, revealing his identity. As he glanced at Sasuke, he started walking towards him.

"Wait!? What!? I've lost my..." Sasuke muttered, still not understanding what had happened. Ayanokouji was now right in front of him and said, "Yeah, so now allow me to heal you. Show him. Show this Fyodor what the Masterpiece and the Demon of the White Room can do." He flicked Sasuke's forehead, and suddenly Sasuke regained his rationality.

'I see. This was an auto-defense mechanism I created in the past in case I was in danger, like now. It's similar to what Minato did for Naruto,' Sasuke thought as he moved forward with a singular aim in his mind.

Finish Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Outside Sasuke's Mindscape

As Kakashi, Dazai, Amasawa, and Naruto rushed forward to help Sasuke, they were suddenly interrupted by new opponents. "Hey, you guys. Don't even think about going in there. If you really want to help the Uchiha, you'll have to get through us first," Hidan said, drawing his scythe and attacking them. They all barely dodged the strike.

But then, something shocking and unexpected happened.

Clang!

One of them didn't just stop and dodge; they actually parried Hidan's attack. And no, it wasn't Kakashi. It was none other than Osamu Dazai.

"It seems like I really need to step in since the one I believed would do the fighting has been trapped in Fyodor's scheme," Dazai muttered, stretching his hands and legs. Seeing this, Kakuzu became wary of the civilian whom Fyodor wanted dead, thinking, 'This guy, Osamu Dazai... He seems to be more than what he lets on. He parried Hidan's attack with a single hand while Hidan was using both. He's definitely hiding his skills.'

"You bastard. Just because you parried my attack, don't think you're some hotshot. I'll show you your place and offer you to Jashin-sama real quick," Hidan said as he rushed towards Dazai at a speed surpassing that of Jounins. Meanwhile, Kakuzu thought, 'Let's see how this actually plays out.'

"Well, kinda sorry, but you really are in my way," Dazai said, glancing at Hidan coldly. He too rushed at Hidan, albeit not surpassing the speed of Jounins. Seeing this, Hidan thought, 'Hmph? Despite being just a Genin, this guy believes he can defeat me? No, not in a million years.'

"Haha! Got you!" Dazai muttered as he neared Hidan. He took out his kunai, and when Hidan brought his scythe forward and they intersected...

"What!? How!? I can't move at all," shouted Hidan, shocked because he suddenly couldn't move. Then he noticed something peculiar. Was his shadow always that big? No. Which meant that...

Slash!

Just as he figured out what had happened, Dazai had managed to chop off his head easily. In the next moment, Hidan was seeing the world from upside down. "Huh!? DAMN YOU, YOU BRAT!" Hidan shouted as he realized he had been beheaded by Dazai.

The next moment, Kakuzu landed in front of him.

"Hmph! So the Nara boy was your trump card, eh? Now that you don't have any cards left, what will you do?" Kakuzu said, rushing towards Dazai. He thought, 'No need to worry about Hidan. Once there's no hindrance, all I have to do is reattach his head.'

Meanwhile, Dazai had an enigmatic smile as he said, "Who said he was the only trump card I had?" He stood there defenseless, adding, "Oh, and it's something you can hardly guess."

As Kakuzu rushed towards Dazai, he thought, 'Is it those four? The Copy Ninja, that girl, the Nara brat, or the Jinchuriki? No, none of them can reach here before I kill him. Then it's a bluff.'