Super Outfits and Akatsuki's First Member

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

A few days ago, I just turned out positive for COVID-19, which pushed back my plans to write up a chapter. Feeling pretty sucky, but I can still write though.

Anyways here is yesterday's chapter. Stay healthy, guys.

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A being so individualistic and committed to their own, self-generated fabrications that the manipulator himself believes it to be true.

What does this mean?

To understand and perfect the art of manipulation, I must become one with my lies.

These thoughts were in the minds of all the shadow clones as they utilized the brain power of hundreds of me in fabricating a new identity for each member.

However, the creation of the Akatsuki would be only the first step. Next would be increasing my strength to match the power of the top powerhouses of this world, beings that far left the realm of the Kage.

Beings that can destroy cities in single attacks.

They were the greatest threats to my plan and the system's missions. All beings who have the ability to stand in my way would either be surpassed or suppressed.

As my shadow clones toiled away, creating each member of the Akatsuki, I was at the Academy.

"Yo, Madara!" Zane called out from the entrance of building 2A. "Hear about what we're doing today?"

I was still in the courtyard, walking from the Academy entrance to class for a change of pace. Unfortunately, I was interrupted the one day I did come this way.

"Hm, what is it?" I asked, continuing to walk towards the building.

"We're getting our Super Outfits and weapon today!"

"Oh?"

Now, I was slightly curious. In the Shinobi world, ninjas often wore the same clothing design; protective jackets with the signature village headband. On the other hand, in this world, I had seen many unique outfits, albeit many being weird or immodest.

'I wonder what the clones have thought out for the Akatsuki disguises.'

"Yeah, since keeping our identity is super important for people, since our personal lives are very important to all of us, super outfits are the only way civilians can recognize us, so it's essential to have one that is good," Zane continued as he followed me into the building.

"My outfit is going to be the coolest out of everyone!" His fist crackled with electricity as he threw it into the air, as if in celebration.

Fortunately, I had already decided on my 'super' outfit.

☙☙☙☙☙ <Class 2B>

We arrived in class a few minutes later, and it was a few minutes into class.

"Today, we will be heading over to the Academy's SuperLab for you guys' Super Outfits," Headmaster Ignatius announced.

"Woo!"

"Finally!"

"I already have a good design in mind, hehe."

Several students spoke excitedly, hoping to finally become actual 'superheroes' with their newly obtained outfits and license.

'Well, regardless of whether I had a license or not, I had full intention of continuing the Akatsuki plan,' I internally shrugged.

Obtaining the license and super outfit was more of a formality for me; the Akatsuki members that were being created would not need them. After all, it wouldn't make sense for a mysterious group to be already registered in the Super Association.

With Zane beside me, muttering about what he had in mind for his outfit, the Headmaster took the entire class to the SuperLab building. The building, unsurprisingly, was huge, once again covered in translucent glass windows.

As we entered, we, or rather the Headmaster, was immediately welcomed by the staff members present in the laboratory.

A man dressed in a white lab coat approached us. He had brown eyes, light skin, a sizeable graying beard, and small stature. His little name tag attached to his left breast pocket read 'Dr. Ivanich.' As he came close, he bowed in respect as he spoke.

"Esteemed Headmaster, welcome."

"No formalities, Doc; we're here, just as scheduled," the Headmaster waved his hand.

"Of course, everything is prepared for the young students," Dr. Ivanich replied, still bowing, before turning to the rest of us.

"Please, if you follow me, we will get all of you situated," he said while leading us deeper inside the facility. "When we enter the room, all you need to do is go up to an available headset and imagine the armor you want. The school's AI will work with you in making the outfit function properly."

"How long will it take for our outfits to be finished?" Rina asked curiously.

"Around two to three weeks. Much of your outfits will be made of Ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene fibers. This material is only provided by the government and is highly limited in supply."

'They don't use cotton or silk?' I pondered as I thought of the armor I had always worn before.

The door slid open.

"We're here. Use the headsets scattered across the room to access the suit-making functions."

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Several hours later, all of us had finished wrapping up our outfits. Despite the AI complaining that it hinders flexibility in some areas, I selected my outfit without hesitation.

A dark purple cloak made of the polyethylene fibers he mentioned would be the first layer of the outfit. Embedded graphene pads in vital areas would further increase the safety of the super. The outer armor would be comprised of several high-strength plates in my signature burgundy red color.

"Yo, Madara, what'd you pick for your outfit, eh?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I replied tersely, not wanting to go to the lengths of describing the outfit I had created.

He would most likely question my choices, further prolonging the duration of the conversation, and I'd instead opt to hear those questions when my outfit arrives.

Zane began monologuing about the intricate designs he had selected for his super outfit, along with a redundant lightning-shaped metal piece he planned to attach to the sides of his head.

Overall, from what I've heard, Zane had gone with a tight-fitting dark blue outfit with white lines running along the sides of the suit, most likely to help with the conduction of electricity.

'Technology and the Super capabilities of this planet seem much more elevated than on the Shinobi world...'

I became mildly more comfortable that this 'Multiverse System' came into my possession. It had already increased my strength at a qualitative level, and not even I knew of the possibilities it could offer. It had already given me an energy source more potent than chakra, Laniakean Energy.

'Perhaps... something beyond that of the eyes of rebirth, Rinnegan.'

Even something like chakra had the opportunity to evolve into something more extraordinary. Who can say that Rinnegan could not?

As I pondered away, we were already heading back to the Academy, our designs for each of our outfits underway in construction.

'Once the System starts giving out missions, I will likely have to go out of the little bubble of the mansion and the Academy. It will be wise to familiarize myself with the entirety of the world and all the potential dangers.'

And who better to scout out without fear than the Akatsuki themselves?

The rest of class was monotonous as usual, and I sat absent-mindedly by the windows with my eyes closed, most of my mind preoccupied with the shadow clones and the rest thinking about my future plans.

The bell rang. School had ended.

I teleported directly into the mansion, sending a shadow clone to pick up the two girls. They were not the priority.

Returning was.

☙☙☙☙☙ <Uchiha Training Chamber>

I entered the chamber, greeted by the beautiful sight of hundreds of myself, crafting the appearance of each member, others putting the wood clones under intricate genjutsu to establish their new personalities.

I understood the significant danger of having clones with severely different personalities than the host. Therefore, each Akatsuki member's 'main' body would be highly secured, as their personalities would be too inconvenient to remake. I would have the 'main' bodies use the 'Wood Style: Wood Clone Jutsu' to create another clone from themselves with their personality that would act as the actual members of the Akatsuki.

Of course, destroying the clones of the clone would still pass on their memories to me, but I was confident of dealing with the consequences, as each would still have the same fundamental beliefs and goals as me.

At the center lay five people. They were all on their backs, with their eyes closed. Each had on a long, black cloak with eye-catching red clouds. Within the cover were a blood-red interior and a chin-high collar.

Although most were not finished, one of the Akatsuki members was entirely made. She slowly opened her eyes.

☙☙☙☙☙ <3rd-Person>

As the clone opened her eyes, memories began surging to the front of her mind.

She grits her teeth as unpleasant memories begin replaying in her mind. As a child, her father came home drunk every day. His personality would do a complete 180 in the face of alcohol, and nothing she and her mother could do could stop his rampage. Her father would beat them relentlessly as if releasing all his pent-up urges from his dissatisfaction with work.

This continued for years until she hit middle school.

A burglary. Despite their lack of money and valuable possessions, they were the unfortunate victims of burglary. They took everything, including the old china in the cupboards and her family's flip phones, but they also took my parents' lives.

Memories of her mother's slashed throat and dead eyes, along with the haggard body of his father, his body riddled with bullet holes as he died with his familiar angry expression on his face. She had 'seen' it all.

Then, something inside her snapped. And the next moment, she was standing amidst the bodies of three burglars, their bodies mangled and obliterated, completely unrecognizable.

She then took their few belongings, packed them, and left home without turning back.

The mercenary group found her. They took her while she was covered in blood, weapon in hand, and only a child. She was fed and allowed to make a living: through killing. They had recognized her ability, and for years, she stayed in the mercenary organization until now.

These were the memories of the first member of the Akatsuki, Hashi.

The female modern version of Hashirama.

"AHAHAHAHAAA!" Madara exploded in laughter as he thought of what Hashirama would think.

"It's truly a pity Hashirama is not here to see the birth of Hashi, your successor." He pats Hashi's shoulder.

After recollecting herself and allowing herself to submerge into the memories of her new self, she kneeled before Madara.

Hashi had long black hair, tan skin, and an appearance fitting Hashirama's successor. Meaning she was quite beautiful, even to Madara's high standards. The only difference was her eyes, which were a striking blue color. Her height also sat around 172 cm.

However, her personality was different. She would be cold and indifferent, shaped by the hardships she faced as she grew up.

"Hmm... seems my clone's efforts were rewarding," He smiled. "You know what to do, right, Hashi?"

"Of course, Master. The instructions are clear in my mind," Hashi said while kneeling with her head down, her temperament already working in conjunction with her new personality. "It will be done."

She then vanished with Kamui.

"Hmm... seems like the first part of the plan has gone better than expected." Madara walked towards the training chamber's exits. "Of course it has."

The school would now be a secondary focus. His efforts would now be redirected to inserting Akatsuki members into every part of society.