Naruto: Systematic Shinobi-Chapter 235: The Finals - 2

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His eyes widened when he took in his stats. Most of it, he’d already known of course, like his ninjutsu rising so high, his chakra control breaking four hundred, and even his chakra capacity now over three hundred thousand.

He’d worked hard the past two weeks after all since he’d returned to the village, and came straight here to isolate himself and train after meeting with Hanabi and Tenten.

He’d moved up to using four hundred clones for his training. And not only worked his way through the techniques he’d already had on his plate, such as the spiralling fear wheel and the chakra scalpels, but even the techniques he’d pilfered from the Forbidden Scroll.

....Well, almost all of them. The Flying Thunder God was so complicated, that he’d spent more time on it alone, than any of the other jutsu, and mastering the last of his elements combined.

But still, his strength, agility and durability had all been a little below three hundred when he finished training, and now after integrating the sharingan and the Power of the Sea Dragon, they had broken three hundred.

’You’ve really come a long way since we met. Has it only been five months? It feels almost like we’ve known each other for a life time,’ Isobu mused wistfully, ’You’ve become strong Daiki. With where your are now, alongside your Heavenly Star Steal, the Seven Heavens Breathing Method and the Lightning Chakra Mode you can use together, you are well capable of fighting even kage. That, is all your own strength, without drawing upon even a drop of my chakra. I’m proud of how far you’ve come.’

Daiki’s mouth opened and closed at the sudden words from his Bijuu partner, finding nothing to say, and his cheeks feeling suspiciously hot.

It took Daiki a few moments to shake the sudden abashed, happy awkwardness that flowed through him at Isobu’s genuine praise.

He coughed, "Right, well, thanks I guess," Daiki replied to the praise, forcing a grin as he quickly pushed on changing the subject, "There is one way to check that."

"Sunpo." he said aloud, and a moment late, he left behind the dimension appearing within Isobu’s personal dimension.

...Hmm they really needed a name for it.

’Something to decide later.’ he thought, making his way over specifically to a few of his clones that were standing guard over three struggling men, covered from head to toe in tight bandages covered in sealing kanji.

"Are they ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, we took care of it boss." the clone closest to him replied, boredly spinning a rasengan in each palm, idly pumping small bits of chakra into each one, increasing their size bit by bit.

Heh, even when his clones specifically weren’t assigned to grind. When they finished their main tasks, they did it anyway.

"Alright then, thanks." Daiki nodded, before forming a ram seal and dispelling the group, their memories flowing back into him.

He turned to the three struggling men, unable to do anything beyond spasm within their bandaged prisons. They were a group of bandits. He’d sent his clones outside the village days ago to hunt a group down on a quick C-rank mission.

He’d specifically had them all slaughtered, beyond three.

He only needed three after all.

Daiki stared at them for a few seconds, before smirking and running through a set of hand seals, before crouching down and slamming his palms into the ground, "Kuchiyose: Edo Tensei." he declared.

The ground rumbled, before splitting apart as a trio of large coffins rose up beneath the trio of struggling bandits, and enclosed around them.

The coffin lids shut, cutting off their muffled screams and whimpers, with an ominous click, silencing them. Purple light escaped from the cracks along the edges of the lids.

Before, dying down.

And a moment later, the lids of the coffins slid open with ominous creaks, displaying three entirely new people standing before him.

One, a beautiful pale black haired girl, eyes closed, with cracks running along her skin. The second, a tall lean man with short black hair, dressed simply in a sleeveless top and black pants, warmers around his ankles and arms, and bandages around his neck, mouth slightly open revealing sharp shark like teeth.

And the third? A tan man, with short brown messy brown hair. And the strongest of the three of them.

Haku, wielder of the Ice Style bloodline. Zabuza Momochi, the Demon of The Hidden Mist, and former member of the Seven Deadly Swordsmen Of The Mist.

And the clown kage himself. Rasa, the Yondaime Kazekage and wielder of the Magnet Style Bloodline, and the only known user of the vaunted Gold Dust style.

He could have added a fourth. He had Shisui’s body after all. But-

’No, Shisui was loyal to the leaf to his last breath and gave everything for the village, he deserves to rest.’ Daiki thought. He wouldn’t disturb Shisui from the pure land without drastic circumstances.

"Now then." Daiki hummed, reaching into his pocket and retrieving three kunai with tags around the handles. He walked over to the three dead ninja, brought back from the dead to serve him.

One by one, he placed the kunai at the back of their heads, and they sunk inside. And one by one, each of their eyes opened, staring blankly ahead.

He had no interest in speaking with them right now. Maybe later and talkative wise, the only one who really interested him was Haku.

And that was just because he knew she was rocking a massive pair of tits under those heavy duty clothes she wore.

"Haku, go that way, there’s a massive amount of my clones trainer over there," Daiki ordered, pointing off into the distance, "Teach my clones every ice style technique you know."

"Yes." Haku replied blankly, before turning and leaving doing as he bid, heading off towards his clones.

With that done, he ignored Zabuza and looked into the blank eyes of the Kazekage, "Now Rasa, you’re going to spar with me, come at me with your full strength." he ordered. Admittedly, his version of the Edo Tensei, could only bring someone back at sixty to seventy percent of their strength, unlike the version Kabuto would make through improving upon the technique.

But-

"Yes." Rasa replied simply, and then stepped forward and blurred. Daiki barely had time to bring a single arm up to block the fist thrown at his face, the sheer strength behind him unleashing a sonic boom.

"I suppose a kage is a kage in the end, even if it’s a clown kage." Daiki laughed, sliding back from the blow.

Rasa said nothing, beyond clapping his hands together. The ground underneath Daiki broke apart, and crumbled, falling into fine grains of sand that glinted gold.

It surged up like a humongous wave, far faster and far larger than anything he’d seen Gaara use so far.