Systematic Shinobi - Chapter 12.2 (Patreon)

The thing about Isobu's abilities, was that they were natural and innate to him. Almost like a bloodline limit to perfectly honest.

Using them was incredibly simple, as long as he had access to Isobu's chakra. Of course, it helped a lot, that Isobu was very willing to show him how to use it.

As in, their minds were utterly linked, and they could switch position on who was in control and who wasn't.

So learning how to use Isobu's abilities, was as simple as giving him free control over his body for a brief time and having the Bijuu use his abilities through Daiki's body and showing him how it was done.

He almost felt like an Uchiha for a brief time with how easily he picked up a bunch of new Jutsu just by literally having a big ol' turtle use said jutsu through him and copying how it was done.

It was a bit weird to find himself standing a massive dimly lit void beside Isobu's huge body, the only light being a small lake of chakra that Isobu claimed was Daiki's own.

And then griped about it being too shallow for him to submerge his body in and swim around in.

Daiki vowed to have a chakra capacity so large in the future that even Naruto would weep in envy!

'The only downside to all this I suppose, is if I ever lose you, I'll lose access to your abilities as well.' Daiki mused, perched over the top of a cliff side, overlooking a small mining village.

It had only taken him a few hours to get here, and he barely felt winded at all, actually, he felt full of energy. Jinchuuriki stamina was great, and he'd only gotten the very beginnings of it.

Even as he ran his way over, he could feel as Isobu fed his chakra into Daiki's own and force it to grow bit by bit. It wasn't expanding massively, only increasing by what amounted to a fraction of a fraction of the total amount he actually had, but, it was a constant thing and it piled up.

'You'll have much worse things to worry about than losing just my abilities if that happens,' Isobu deadpanned, 'Like being dead for one.'

'Maybe,' Daiki nodded, though that just meant he had failed in the great grind that was his life, 'But, I think if I grab a piece of the Stone of Gelel, I could survive it.' it granted so much longevity one could appear almost immortal, after all, a little mundane ferret that had eaten a small piece had been alive for multiple hundreds of years.

That kind of longevity would even put Kushina's to shame, and she would have survived the extraction of Kurama if she had gotten treatment quickly, or you know, not got gored through the stomach by one of the literal mountain sized Bijuu's claws.

Speaking of Kurama though…

'Hey, can I like eat some of you?' Daiki asked, 'That's what those Gold and Silver guys from Kumo did to your brother and they got to keep a bunch of his chakra despite not even being jinchuuriki.'

If they could do it, why not him?

'What? No!' Isobu outright sputtered, losing his composure utterly, 'What is wrong with you Daiki? Do you like power that much? Just make a separate seal with my chakra in it, I'm not letting you devour my flesh just so you can keep my abilities you weirdo.'

Well, it wasn't like Isobu couldn't regenerate it, so what was the harm.

'You've gotten a healing factor yourself now, why not let some tiny creature chew on your insides then get back to me?' Isobu deadpanned.

'I'm good.' Daiki decided to drop the issue.

Well, those Gold and Silver brothers were lame anyway with their obsession with gold and silver medals. He supposed he could just copy what was done to that Sora kid in that one filler arc who had a bunch of Kurama's chakra sealed in him.

'Yes…you do that.' Isobu agreed.

Oh well, it was just a thought. The grind never waited and never ended. And he had plenty more to work on once he got back to Konoha as well.

A whole slew of water ninjutsu to go about learning.

Courtesy of Isobu. Or well, rather, Yagura.

It was too bad that he couldn't just use the jutsu himself through Daiki's body like with his own innate abilities, but eh, not everyone was perfect, not even a super kaiju turtle.

'I've never had to use hand seals before,' he could see Isobu shrug in his minds eyes, 'Nor have I got any training in actual ninjutsu. I can show you the jutsu he used, the hand seals for them and how he trained, but you'll have to puzzle out the rest yourself.'

And that was perfectly okay with Daiki. He was already feeling yucky deep in his balls that he was getting so much without having to go through the grind. Being able to suddenly use all the jutsu of a real proper kage, would be just far too convenient.

…Also, the grind had been kind to him.

'Your love of training aside,' Isobu spoke dryly, 'Perhaps get your head in the game? It's about time to jump into action is it not?'

Indeed, he was perched atop a cliffside, a few hundred feet above the mining area of the town, specifically perched directly above a large building, that probably once belonged to the leader of this settlement before Raiga came in, killed him and took over.

He knew it was where his target(s) were, because of all the thugs dressed in black cloaks guarding the perimeter.

'They probably already know I'm here.' Daiki mused.

'If the boy Ranmaru isn't asleep, then yes, they're probably waiting to see what kind of move you make before retaliating.' Isobu agreed.

The smart move, with an enemy all clustered together like that, would be to bombard them with ninjutsu. The problem was, while he was sure he could do that and kill Raiga if he wasn't fast enough with Isobu's power…that left the risk of damaging Ranmaru's eyes.

Honestly, the only threat was Raiga himself, the thugs he'd recruited were all civilians he forced to work for him and trained himself. Training by a powerful Jonin or not, shinobi training wasn't that simple that one could reach what it took to be even a Genin without building a proper foundation first, and unless your name was Itachi Uchiha or Kakashi Hatake, that foundation took years to build.

They wouldn't be an issue to get through.

So attacking head on was his best bet.

'Go for the kill instantly,' Isobu told him, 'I do not remember much of Raiga personally, but I do remember the Kiba blades. They are incredibly powerful and will pierce even through my chakra.'

As soon as he said so, Daiki felt the familiar feeling of raw, unadulterated power surge in his veins, thick red bubbles of chakra oozing out of his tenketsu and forming a cloak around him, three tails immediately forming behind him.

As soon as the three tailed, version one chakra cloak formed over him, Daiki moved, erupting down with a shunshin propelling his enhanced speed to even crazier degrees.

The cliffside he was perched atop shattered completely from the sheer force and speed of his take off, and the world blurred around him, he slammed into and through the room of the building, tearing its foundations apart and the impact of his landing shaking the earth beneath him like a rumbling earthquake.

In but a split few seconds, the large building had been turned into a pile of debris.

Daiki heard many a scream of shock and fear, but ignored them, his brown eyes, replaced with the eyes of Isobu, a demonic looking glare, a yellow ringed iris, on a purple ringed backdrop, whipped around back and forth, looking for his target.

A moment later, a pile of the debris shattered apart and a large, tan man with long greasy black hair erupted into the air, landing on the side of the cliff above him, glaring down, over his shoulder, there was black bag, almost like a cocoon in shape and looks.

"So it was a jinchuuriki," the man spat as he eyed Daiki, levying a pair of slim, double edged blades, each with an upward-curved bladed prong, akin to a monstrous fang near the tip of one side of the blade and another one near the base of the blade's other side, "And would you look at that, those are some familiar eyes, have you been sent to hunt me down for the Misty baby demon?"

Daiki didn't bother answer, he focused on his back for a moment, piercing his three tails into the ground behind him, before thrusting both hands out firing out a pair of massive chakra claws through the air towards the man.

"As if!" the man laughed, his twin blades erupting into incredibly powerful and bright crackling electricity and slashed it with both blades. From the blades, erupted a pair of huge slashes of lightning that cut straight through the chakra claws, before leaping after them with a shunshin towards Daiki.

Damn, Isobu wasn't kidding.

He was already prepared for this though.

From his still raised hands, Daiki fired a pair of Force Palm Jutsu's, the pair of shockwaves that tore through the fangs of lightning approaching him.

Then erupted up in a blur of speed.

Raiga was fast no doubt, he couldn't compare to his own speed backed by his current form.

His fist found purchase in Raiga's stomach a second later, and the man gagged, eyes widening in pain as he contorted around his fist from the force of the blow, before a moment later, shooting back through the air from the direction he came from.

"Raiga!" a young, boyish voice cried in terror from the bag on Raiga's shoulder.

A red mist shimmered around Daiki, nearly instantly hiding his opponent from him.

To bad he expected this as well.

The mountain side was pulled apart, his three chakra tails erupting from the side of it, exactly where Raiga had been standing before.

And the former member of the Seven Ninja Swordsman was quickly snatched up by two of his tails, while the third one grabbed the bag and ripped it from Raiga's shoulders, wrapping around the bag up to halfway.

Then he squeezed with all the tails.

All of them.

Bone crunched under the sheer force exerted by the Sanbi's chakra tails, and he crushed everything below the head on the pair of them.

See, Raiga was strong, stronger than Daiki no doubt, but he relied on a crutch to be relevant at all.

As amazing as the Kiba blades were though, they just couldn't compare to a Bijuu.

'We both have crutches, mine is just better.' Daiki mused, reeling his tails back to him, and holding the crushed corpses in the air in front of him.

Daiki eyed them for a moment, before focusing, 'Sunpo.' he thought, focusing Isobu's chakra.

His body shimmered with shadows of black and salmon pink, before suddenly, he was no longer standing in the middle of the Katabami Gold Mine, and instead, found himself standing atop a huge marble pillar, with a inky black void sky.

Well, he thought pillar, but really, it was a single massive land mass that stretched on and on and on for miles in every direction.

It eerily reminded him of Obito's Kamui dimension, but slightly different.

Sunpo, it meant Dimension, it was the name of Isobu's Space-Time ability. It slightly like Kamui. But only in the sense that it transported the user to this personal dimension of Isobu's.

When he used it again to leave, it would transport him to the exact same place he was in before he entered the dimension. It wouldn't let him teleport around everywhere and it definitely wouldn't let him do something as bullshit as keeping separate parts of his body in the dimension so he could like be intangible and troll the shit out of everyone like Obito did.

…If only though, that would be amazingly funny.

He banished that thought immediately, this wasn't exactly an amusing moment. With the corpses in the grip of his tails, Daiki lowered them gently to the ground, before allowing Isobu's chakra to dissipate and returning to normal.

His eyes settled on the black bag, he could see a massive amount of blood seeping through it. Grimacing, Daiki looked away from it and at the pulped body of Raiga.

It was a mess, the only thing properly in tact, being his head, his features twisted into agonising pain, that he probably felt for all of a split second before he died.

…A split second meant a hell of a lot more to a shinobi than it did to a civilian though.

Daiki walked over to the corpse of the former Mist Shinobi, and picked up the pair of blades stuck in what was one the mans hands, now chunks of pulped meat.

It was disgusting, but he pilfered the blades from the corpse, before instantly bringing one down and severing the head from the corpse and sealing it away in his Dimension Force Seal.

That done, Daiki ignored the corpses and focuses on the blades in his hands, lightly running his chakra through them, not even trying to turn his chakra into lightning.

As soon as he did, sparks buzzed into existence before cladding it in a small crackling aura of lightning, easily on par with, if not stronger than his own chakra flow technique using his lightning.

"…That's fucking insane." Daiki gaped. The swords themselves automatically transformed even normal chakra into lightning chakra. Just holding these could let any random scrub that could use chakra, create lightning chakra on par with an expert in lightning elemental manipulation.

Curious, he changed the flow of chakra he was channelling into it, into lightning chakra itself and watched as the aura crackling around the swords ballooned in size massively.

Yet, did not spark out of his control at all.

…It was so damn easy to control his lightning like this. It seemed, not only did these blades amplify the power his lightning chakra, it also made it much easier to use and control.

Yeah, it was no wonder these things were so highly regarded. If the other blades could at all compare to these and he knew Samehada at least could and was better, then he could definitely understand Suigetsu's desire to collect them all.

His examining done, Daiki cut off the flow of chakra to the blades, letting the aura of lightning around them fizzle out and then sealed them in his palms.

"…Now to deal with you." he swallowed, turning to the black bag laying in the middle of a puddle of blood.

He walked over to the bag and crouched over the head of it, hesitating for a brief moment, before grasping the zipper at the top and bringing it down.

The face of a small boy, maybe around nine years old stared back at him, pale, aristocratic features, medium length purple hair, and bright red eyes open wide in surprise.

There was a reason he specifically aimed to kill Ranmaru while he was still in that bag. So he couldn't see the boys face and hesitate.

The boy probably didn't even feel any pain before he died, just had enough time to be confused and not register it, before his heart, organs and everything else below his neck was destroyed.

"Sorry kid, no hard feelings." Daiki sighed, before holding his hand out and summoning a glass jar, placing it down beside him.

It was empty, except for a light green fluid filling it up to near the brim. It was a special kind of liquid produced by the shinobi in the hospital, made with chakra and helped to keep cut off limbs and other body parts fresh and revitalized.

He didn't know after all, if his body would end up rejecting them. He doubted it, with how easy eyes got swapped about in this world, but it was always best to make sure, so he could swap his own eyes back in.

He unscrewed the top of the jar, before breathing deeply and bringing his hands into a modified Ox hand seal. Green chakra suffused his hands, before he brought one hand up and peeled his right eyelid completely open.

Then placed two fingers of the other over his wide eye. He let the chakra seep in, examining his nerves and everything about his eye and the socket, numbing the pain receptors as best he could.

Then he grit his teeth and pushed on, digging his two fingers into his eye socket, and plucking.