My SI Stash #74 - Ninja Grandpa -Uzumaki Naruto by NotAHero (Naruto)

-Same author of Joker's Wild & Forget The Rails~ We get a SI Danzo that has been through 3 worlds (One Piece, Bleach & Death Note) As you'll see, the MC will have the traits and the powers of each person he was inserted to i.e. Doflamingo from Joker's Wild and Aizen from Forget The Rails!

Sypnosis: "You either die a legend, or you live long enough to become me." -Danzo

"You either die with sanity, or you live long enough to befriend Danzo," -Everyone else.

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Pilot 1-4

First few threadmarks will jump around a lot. If anyone can help give me the dates(Only piece of information I can't find), of the following two events. To establish a timeline of sorts.

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He kept a level gaze on the three before him, particularly the genin in the middle. Currently introducing himself to him.

"...As for my dream..." The nine year old ninja tapped a finger on his chin. According to the academy's report, he was the presumed dead-last of his year group. His ambitions and aspirations either hidden, an admittedly useful virtue if true, from his superiors or he simply had none. In which case he wasn't likely to pass muster.

"Hmm,-" A glint filled the child's eyes, one that caused his potential squadmates to edge away. Clear discomfort emanating out of them.

He held in the urge to sigh, his earlier estimate of their chances to pass his bell test changing rapidly.

"I am-" His choice of words certainly spoke of hints of an ego. "-going to slowly systematically help destroy fix the rest of the ninja world,"

He stared, for perhaps a moment too long. His plans for reforming the academy's mental evaluations escalating in priority.

"Your underneath is showing," He sighed. The words, of course only earned a beaming smile from the 'dead last.' His two squadmates both giving exasperated sighs in turn, his earlier evaluation of them melting in favour of the clear camaraderie shining through.

"Oh, well then I'll be sure to hide my bells better next time." The brat slapped a hand over his mouth, his two teammates slapping their foreheads in sequence.

He himself simply blinked, rather owlishly for that matter, caught the slightest off-guard. A small part of him starting to wonder if this was why his brother had insisted on his picking.

...

All things considered, he wasn't sure why he was remembering that particular memory right now. He covered his face with his functioning arm, a wince fixing itself on his face, his body pushed back by the force of the explosion, crashing onto the nearby tree.

Or well, one of the few left standing. The squad of killers nipping at his heels had started burning through the forest to get to him.

He huffed, his breath catching up with him as he felt his, rather low reserves all things considered, chakra stick to the branch below him. His gaze latching and locking onto the rapidly increasing number of enemies. The manic gleams eyeing him would've been grating, if not for the fact he was surprisingly at peace with the situation. Ignoring the one souring point at any rate.

Perhaps that was the cause of his sudden nostalgia?

Sixteen ninja, the majority of them recognisable from their Kumo bingo page entries. Odds of survival not high. Fact negligible. Squad safe. Future of Konoha secured.

Even if, despite expecting otherwise, it had been passed to Hiruzen. His, more than capable and more importantly sane, student had been just as surprised to see Shimura stay quiet. When he'd explained the need of them needing a distraction, he'd expected him to be the most arguable. To be the first one to offer himself for one. And given the silence that filled their final meeting, the other two had expected the same.

Yet, Danzo had chosen to instead stay silent, unlike Kinkaku, or was that Ginkaku? The Kumo ninja currently monologuing of what he was presumably going to be doing to the hokage of the leaf village-

Whatever thought's he'd had suddenly vanished, the worst urge to bang his head against the nearest thing filling him. For across the clearing, a singular voice cut through. The Kumo Ninja seizing up, Ginkaku/Kinkaku's mouth had snapped shut. The cheerful voice, one he'd long grown to dread, echoed out across the burning forest.

"False Summoning Jutsu!" The strange, indecipherable words quickly snapping his own attention upwards, his gaze falling on a veritable pool of smoke.

In hindsight, of course the brat had stayed silent.

He more than likely hadn't even considered listening in the first place-

Tobirama's functioning arm fell to the side, his eyes rapidly blinking, his thankfully still active jutsu shrouding him from the enemy. The missing ninja surrounding him all turning their attention upwards, panic and shock filling the majority of them.

"What." He couldn't help the slip.

"Hey Sensei! Look! Distraction!" Danzo Shimura's voice washed over his own, the ninja currently beaming down on him as he fell through the sky. And falling below him was a massive body of condensed chakra, the pressure in the air itself had skyrocketed out of the creatures presence alone.

The brat had somehow summoned a Tailed Beast.

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Pilot 2

Ohf, fucking, course there was a second force of ninja waiting for us. Hiruzen was off to my left, his shaking 'Hokage' hands clear for the four Kumo ninja surrounding us. Pinning us into a square formation. Our backs to each other.

Koharu, on the other hand, was the picture of serene. Her killing intent oozing out every other-

Oh... Maybe that's why Hiru's shitting himself.

I was frankly, rather calm. All things considered.

One of the ninja, one wearing a kimono of all things, a single loose sword strapped to it, started clapping. Taking idle steps towards us as he did.

"I must applaud your Hokage's nerves. To choose to save his heir as opposed to himself..."

Oh. Fucking. Course. The straw-hat clad ninja recognised me, the man quickly unsheathing his blade.

"Still, hardly any point in killing just the hokage, when his replacements already prepared."

Evidently I was getting too famous for my own good.

"Laughing Tree."

Naturally, on seeing that, I immediately started patting Hiruzen's shoulder. The ninja's, Koharu included at that, face twitching at the action.

"He's monologuing-" I twisted my head out of the way of the flying kunai- My eyes widening, my ears straining from the sudden smile on my face. Koharu and Hiruzen immediately disappearing, my emergency seals activating without a hitch. Sending them back to Konoha. And if Sensei had let me tattoo a seal on him against his will, we totally could've stolen the jinchuriki before us.

Or in other words, the distraction I was looking for!

"Hold!" The samurai grit his teeth, one hand held up. "That treehugger's mine. Keep a look out for his squad!"

And really, wasn't that hilarious?

I crossed my hands, my kunai blocking the Tailed Beast chakra enhanced blade of the samurai wannabe. His eyes narrowed, clear anger in them. Anger he seemingly held back. The ninja pulled back the slightest, and that was the last action he and his cohorts ever took, a shockwave of chakra erupting from me, pushing him away.

I clasped my hands together, the hand signs almost instinctual, a chuckle immediately starting, my chakra coursing through the rest of my body with haste. The jinchuriki before me seemed to recognise the seal, his scarred features paling, eyes widening.

"Are you mad!?" He roared, his form twisting on it's self, his feet leaping off the ground. A crazed look filtering through his eyes.

And to that, I of course, replied;

"Reaper Death Seal!" The pale cloak of the shinigami briefly obscured my visage. Pale tendrils of chakra shot out towards the nearest souls. The startled, anguished and bemused cries dying out as the shinigami clasped hold of their souls. The Jinchuriki's guard was evidently for show, given the shinigami had ripped through their souls with ease.

The Jinchuriki on the other hand, despite the fury clouding his eyes, managed to hold onto his own. A metaphorical tug'o'war initiating between us.

At which point I promptly Flash Stepped a few steps back and let the element of surprise do the work for me. The Jinchuriki's soul practically ripped itself out of the not-a-samurai's form at the sudden exertion. A massive explosion of chakra filling the clearing, the tailed beast imprisoned within bursting out of it's spiritual cage with a thunderous meow.

The four legged, blue form, of the two tailed beast sailed through the sky, landing on the ground on all paws before me with a crash. The earth cracking under it's weight. The giant kitten of unholy chakra levelled a single glance at me, the dead bodies surrounding us and the fact the reaper had left without taking it's due.

The tailed beast evidently found it disagreed with the smell of literal death in the air, and turned on it's heels and ran.

...This was going to get overblown wasn't it? Still, without wasting a second more on it, I promptly ran after the giant blue cat of death. The fact it was going in the right direction, towards sensei, was good-

Fun fact.

My soul's evidently been through the shredder so many times, the reaper doesn't want it anymore.

-but what I needed was a little bit more height added to the mix...

Time to send a cat to the moon.

Figuratively speaking of course.

For now.

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Pilot 3

Kinkaku had seen many things.

He grit his teeth, blocking the thunderous punch with his own blade. His enhanced eyes giving him enough of a view, despite the mist clouding his senses. His feet repeatedly reinforced the chakra holding him to the ground. The steel of the blade bent out of the sheer force behind the seemingly harmless blow.

The inside of the nine tails stomach for one.

He shunshin'd out of the immediate area, his blade back on his hip, both hands fixed for his next jutsu- only to have to crouch at the last second- the laughing maniac suddenly, without a single hand sign, appearing in front of him, throwing a vicious kick across where his head had been a second earlier. The backdraft behind the enhanced limb sent a ripple across the clearing, the mist for a moment pushed back enough to give him a view. One of his brothers battle.

He'd seen the first Hokage fight.

The tailed beast to the distance let out another roar, Kinkaku's face twisting in a wince at the aftershock of what was no doubt a tailed beast ball. The unleashed beast giving the rest of his squad a rather difficult time. And that was to say nothing of the second Hokage. The ninja currently giving his brother a beatdown. He reached into one of his pockets, the Sage's treasured fan coming out- His free hand quickly pumping chakra into the item. The ninja before evidently knowing what it was given the sudden distancing between them.

He and his brother had fought Uchiha Madara, and lived to tell the tale.

He swiped the fan before him. Destructive flames building before him, briefly covering his gaze- His head snapped to the left, the brats foot sticking out from behind him, having aimed for his head. He twisted on the spot, his bent blade already unsheathed, his fan back in his pocket, swiping downwards on the brat currently upside down, his hand keeping him up straight as an arrow. His sword connected with thin air, the ninja's form shimmering- A silent kai cancelled the genjutsu, his gaze rapidly turning, searching, his sensory skills locating his target without a hitch. His enhanced sense of smell confirming it. Kinkaku reached into his pocket and cursed. The sudden building burst of fire rocketing towards him helped confirm those suspicions.

He and his brother had attempted a coup during peace negotiations two Kages agreed on.

He substituted himself, tailed beast chakra rapidly filling up his system- His eyes narrowed as he watched the ninja once again disappear, only to reappear right before him, once again upside down, laughing all the while, in midair. One finger pointed towards him- Kinkaku barely managed to dodge, his head snapping to the right, the sudden point-blank beam of chakra, the attack grazing his skin the slightest. The effected area practically turning numb. Forming several tails out of the red menacing chakra, he aimed the ends on the falling fool- Impaling him without fail. The body didn't disappear, not another clone. Goal accomplished.

Despite all he had been through, despite all he'd seen. A child capable of forcing him to exert this much should not have existed- Why was he still laughing-

Kinkaku froze the moment he finally noticed what was off. The body hadn't disappeared in a puff of smoke, yet there wasn't a hint of blood- He watched, his body already trying to create distance between him and the suddenly deconstructing body at the end of his tail. Hundreds of strings latching themselves onto his body from the holes he'd made, his chakra rapidly draining by the second. He watched as a single thread went in the opposite direction- The mist rapidly disappeared, Kinkaku's body stiffening up as the drain's escalating power took a toll on his reserves. The strings rapidly twisting around his body held an iron-like grip to them. His body and arms straining against the seemingly endless amount of thread.

And yet, despite the seemingly endless list of abilities the boy was throwing at him, the one thing that grated his nerves the most was the incessant, endless, laughter.

Of course, that was the moment the boy seemingly decided to finally shut the hell up. Kinkaku's chakra already reinforcing his body. His hands already in position to substitute himself out. A humourless smile fixed it's way onto the ninja before him, Kinkaku's nerves screaming at him to run as he took in the near tranquil look to the treehugger's face. Only for another grin to suddenly cut his face, the drain on his chakra, for the third time, rapidly changing. Kinkaku's body nearly shutting down on the spot. His form fell to the ground, one knee barely staying up.

And yet, despite the situation he was in, despite having thousends of pieces of string leeching his life force. Despite the fact he was likely going to die. The dread he felt build up in his stomach, hadn't been directed towards any of that. He'd long since made peace with himself. He'd known taking on the Second Hokages would be a suicide mission. No. The dread he felt at that moment was because he'd finally understood why the laughing tree insisted on laughing.

Here he was fighting for his life. The treehugger before him however?

He was having fun.

His anger boiled, a few of the strings tightened around his arms, burning to his enhanced skin. The nine-tails chakra ripping through them slowly. Kinkaku's eyes didn't change the slightest, his fastest acting Genjutsu already hiding the effect from the clueless ninja before him-

"Seeping crest of turbidity."

He blinked, not recognising any of the words. The treehugger, noticing this, simply smiled. Kinkaku's ease however won out, given he could feel no power in them.

Probably some stupid tradition. He'd certainly seen weirder.

"Arrogant vessel of Lunacy,"

He was definitely killing this one. The Hokage could wait.

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As for why Kinkaku didn't get death sealed?

"Sensei wouldn't approve."

Pilot 4

...

He wasn't sure whether to call it good fortune, or as it tended to usually be, Danzo's doing.

But the trudge back to the Fire Country's border had been hostile free. Somehow.

The 'chunin' in question was currently slumped on his back, dead to the world. His snoring the only sign he was still alive. While he was left to carry him back. It seemed no matter how many leaps and bounds his youngest student made, he still failed to leave enough energy for the journey back. Always having enough to finish a mission, never enough to actually bother with any of the paperwork. And given his student's protest against 'D' rank missions, Tobirama figured it was best not to push him on it. Lest he get any ideas like becoming Hokage. Hiruzen certainly wouldn't stand in his way.

Still, despite having taught the chunin since his genin days, Danzo still managed to surprise to this day. He could still picture it, clear as day. The moment his student had finished chanting off his new augmented jutsu. The new lines, once again, likely represented signs even he didn't know off. His student's knack for foregoing hand seals, whether through verbal or as he was often seen doing, sheer willpower alone, had rose to an unprecedented level.

He could certainly see why his student believed this particular one deserved a place in the 90's. Up until then, the highest he'd seen had been one in the 30's.

And that alone had managed to wind his student. And given his own control lacked in comparison-The surreal thought never failed to amuse him- he hadn't been surprised to find himself out of breath at his own attempt.

The one he'd used days ago however had been on a world of it's own. He could recall it, with almost crystal clear clarity, the moment he'd seen his student use the Golden brother's Nine-tail's infested chakra to power his new jutsu.

The moment he'd seen an S-class Jinchuriki's chakra drain down to nothing. Kinkaku's body immediately forced into a chakra exhausted state. And if it had stopped then and there- Tobirama may have considered allowing his student to practice it in the care of a true Jinchuriki. If only for the sheer raw defensive potential behind it.

The Two-tail's beast's ball had fizzled out on contact with one of those walls.

-but the, Black Coffin as he'd called it, had evidently required more to power it through. His students own reserves were near emptied following the blonde S-class.

That had, of course, been the moment he'd called it a good day and slit the incoherent mess of a ninja the silver brother had turned into and grabbed his student and called a strategic retreat. Kumo's finite supply of S ranks whittling down in his wake, the Two-Tails not batting a glance on them as they made their exit.

"We got incoming," Danzo's voice brought him out of his thoughts, the Hokage not batting an eye as he kept walking. His student's tone bored, the chunin not even bothering to stifle his yawn.

"Can you see them?" He questioned calmly, his broken arm jostling the slightest as the aforementioned ninja came into view. His held breath coming out instinctively. His brief worry at having to fight in his current position dying down.

"Ya' it's your tsundere fanclub." Some days he really regrets introducing him to the Uchiha clan. Still, his words at least meant Danzo had the energy to joke. Tobirama briefly considered dropping him to the floor, if only to see if he had the energy to stand on his own feet.

Instead he simply sighed, his gaze locking onto the coming, familiar, Uchiha Counter-recon Squad. Kagami's, no doubt sheepish, apologies already filtering through the calm air.

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