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A Lewd New World	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74834 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 24
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A Lewd New World
A Naruto smutbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(war. war never changes.)

Twenty-five miles northwest of Konoha, the trees began to thin. Old wood rotted, frozen into pillars of lifeless rock, and no green things new did sprout. This was the last remnant of an ancient petrified forest, most of the fossilized trees long ago felled by battle or the elements.
A great portion of this dead wood was empty, barren and lifeless brown. It had been long ago blasted and broken in some great conflict, many said, and nothing stood above three foot in this region. It was a vast clearing with many tumbled, broken stones and scattered tufts of hardy scrub grass.
No highway or thoroughfare ran through here. The nearest road was seven miles east-by-northeast: scarcely aught larger than a fox ever came through this land. But this empty region was not vacant.
Not on this day.
The smoke of over nine thousand fires wafted into the blue sky, tents of every size and shape spread out in lanes and blocks as far as the eye could see. Multitudes bustled to and fro, innumerable supply crates being lugged this way and that.
A vast, sprawling camp was crowded with unnumbered legions of kunoichi, samurai, and volunteer militia. Women of every age and color armed themselves and their comrades, taking a light nuncheon and swapping stories of their real lives and the illusion.
Some were happy for the change to the world, content to accept the new order of things. A few were secretly (or not-so-secretly) gleeful to compare this illusion with the old reality, and many more admitted that they could get used to it if they had to.
Others were bitter, or indignant, defiant to the end against Project Tsuki no Me. Some of them still lacked for those they had held dearest, while some missed their birth genders, and others were simply displeased for things to have been so changed without their express consent.
It would have been hard to get a tally of what the general opinion was, whether most of them wanted things back to the way they had been before, or whether they wanted to keep things as they were now. Thoughts swayed this way and that, the tallies shifting from one side to the other as people chatted and supped and shared their viewpoints.
One thing that nearly everyone agreed on, though, was that they would follow Naruto on this day. The Lord Sixth Hokage had learned the truth of the illusion and set out to restore the memories of everyone he could, calling his allies to arms. He had sworn to overthrow Kaguya, for better or worse, and a great allied force had been mustered to the lands outside the Hidden Leaf for this express purpose.
The Alliance camp was vast and yet tightly packed, arranged in radial lanes around the central commander's tent. Iwagakure's forces set up camp in the direction nearest their home, as did the armies of Kumo, Kiri, Suna, and Konoha. Lesser shinobi villages, along with the Land of Iron, were gathered in a direction roughly facing the Land of Waves, and the former Hidden Eddies.
At the center of these mighty camps stood the tent of Naruto Uzumaki and his most trusted advisors, his bodyguards and wives. It was tall and broad, set upon four mighty oaken posts. Above its threshold was proudly branded the mark of the Leaf, the spiral at its heart painted in sunset orange.
Within the tent sat Naruto and his advisor, as well as his wives and guards, not to mention Tsunade and Miraiya. A low table lay between the Rokudaime and Shikamari, the Godaime and her teammate seated perpendicular to them.
Sasuki, Hinata, Sakura, and Gaara Uzumaki all sat behind Naruto. After overcoming the initial misgivings some of them had had, the four young mothers had all agreed that they would stay as Naruto's wives, for better or worse. They would keep his name for themselves as proud matrons of the Uzumaki clan.
They loved Naruto deeply and purely, each one after her own fashion.
Behind Shikamari, between the hokage and the tentflap, stood Kagome, Nadeshiko, Sai, and Yugao. They were each dressed in full ANBU regalia, ready and willing to give their lives for the Honorable Lord Sixth.
Naruto's whisker marks were deeply pronounced, his canines increased in size, his eyes red and slitted as Kumiko/Kurama spoke through him.
"This will be a hard fight," the bijuu said. "Most of you have never faced Kaguya. Even I have only heard stories..."
Gaara hummed thoughtfully.
"Perhaps," she said. "But the Sage of Six Paths and his brother defeated her once before, did they not? She was the will of the Juubi, its identity and purpose."
Naruto nodded, speaking now with his own voice, his eyes blue again.
"Yeah, and there's two people here with that power..." he said, glancing over his shoulder at Sasuki.
The Uchiha smiled warmly at her husband, softly nodding her head in confirmation. Her right eye was a many-commaed rinnegan, the left a seemingly normal sharingan. Upon the palm of her left hand was visible the mark of a crescent moon, showing that she carried the Yin chakra of the Sage.
Shikamari frowned slightly, her eyes closed and hands forming a circle with fingertips touching. She was in her thinking pose, carefully considering all of the various factors. The shadow mistress glanced down at the many maps and charts on the low table between her and Naruto.
"I wish we had more information on the connections between this world and the other one," the woman murmured, a pensive expression on her face. "Specifically, whether or not the things that happen to the bodies in this illusion also affect the bodies back in the other reality. I know we're making our plans based on the assumption that the physical bodies we see sitting here are really just mental constructs housed in a shared consciousness, but..."
Naruto sighed, and he shook his head.
"That's why I wanted to involve as few people as possible," he said. "Take on Kaguya by myself – maybe with a small team of people I know can face her and have a chance to live. I wanted to involve as few others as possible in the actual fighting..."
Tsunade let out a snort.
"Don't try and be a hero, kid," she said bluntly. "These people are all here because they want to help you take Kaguya down. Like hell am I going to let you face that crazy bitch all by yourself."
Her eyes were steely as she said this, arms crossed over her chest. Grim resolve and stubborn determination were clearly evident in her poise and the set of her jaw.
"Tsunade's right," Sakura said, nodding firmly. "I'm not about to become a widow just because my idiot husband was too stubborn to accept my help."
Naruto scratched the back of his head sheepishly, seeming sufficiently chastised by the genius medics' words.
"Kaguya won't kill Naruto," Sasuki interjected, a strange look on her face. "He's the vessel of the juubi – the one person she can't afford to eliminate. Everyone else is disposable, as far as she's concerned."
"That's assuming that dying in this world does in fact mean dying in the other one, though," Sai-chan interjected with an almost helpful smile.
"And the rinnegan can bring back the dead if it does come to that, right?" Nadeshiko added, glancing at Naruto and Sasuki.
"That ability means almost certain death for the caster, though," Kagome replied. "At least, as far as I know."
"If it's Naruto-sama, then it is entirely possible," said Yugao faithfully, sounding utterly sure of the Lord Hokage's power. "He can do it, if anyone can."
Naruto blushed, smiling a bit sheepishly at this praise.
"Maybe," he conceded. "But I'd like to try and keep it from coming to that, if I can."
"And you probably can," Gaara added with a demure nod. "You have the ability to inspire and empower like no one else."
"Your strength is everyone's strength," Hinata said in agreement.
"Which is the crux of our strategy," Shikamari said. "Kaguya's monstrously strong, I'm sure, but Naruto's the vessel of the Juubi. He has all the chakra in the world, and by sharing that with the rest of the Kunoichi Alliance... even a goddess wouldn't stand a chance against that. Even the weakest ninja could feasibly land a good hit on her with such a power boost, to say nothing of the kage."
"And the other seven jinchuuriki are right outside waiting for your command," Miraiya added. "That's more than just an ace up your sleeve: it's the whole goddamn deck."
Tsunade nodded in agreement, and Naruto grinned despite himself.
But then his expression fell a moment later, a thought crossing his mind. Shoulders slumped, and the blond shook his head wearily.
"My moms... our kids... nobody's seen them recently. Right?" he said, frowning worriedly. "I wonder, what if...?"
Kagome cut him off, seeing where he was going.
"Even if Kaguya does still have sensei and Kushina, there's nothing we can do about it at the moment," the ANBU captain said firmly.
"We can only hope she hasn't done anything too bad, right?" Sakura said quietly, her face twisted into a pale grimace.
"It's worrisome, though..." Gaara murmured, her eyes narrowing. "That our daughters should disappear while Naruto was restoring people's memories."
"Suspicious, no matter how you look at it," Sasuki mumbled. "We know they're real thanks to my and Naruto's eyes, so..."
"I fear Kaguya has taken them too," Hinata whispered. "That seems like the most probable explanation, although I dearly wish otherwise."
Tsunade and Miraiya shot comforting smiles at the four young mothers.
"We'll find them," said the former, "And get them back. If that so-called goddess thinks she can just up and take my great-grandkids..."
"The old guard hasn't lost all its teeth yet," the latter added. "There's still me, Tsuttan, Occhin..."
Tsunade chuckled wryly.
"You certainly like those nicknames, don't you?" she mused. "Yacchan."
Miraiya gave a shit-eating grin.
The tentflap was blown open, then, by a sudden gust of breeze. Mari and Obi strode over the threshold with grim looks on their faces.
Mari was dressed in her full battle regalia, from head to toe. A reinforced gunbai and razor sharp kusarigama were strapped to the woman's back. Long, raven waves cascaded down to the curve of a temptingly round posterior, the swell of child-bearing hips evident even through the Warring Clan Era armor.
Arms were crossed over a generous bosom, close-bound splint maille bulging considerable with the size of her bust. Of ruddy iron was her armor forged, dyed perhaps with some pigment or mineral. Regal eyes, a violet gray, gazed intensely into a set of soulful blues. Her skin was fair, her visage distinct and noble.
Obi was dressed in a navy blue shirt, high-collared and short sleeved with a red and white uchiwa on the back. Her arms were clad in fishnet, a hint at what lay beneath her top. She wore dark, form-fitting trousers, carrying no visible weapons on her person.
The slimmer Uchiha's right eye was closed, her left eye a pool of shimmering crimson. Her hair was short-cropped, practical and unlikely to get in her way. Less imposing was she than her ancestor, but powerful nonetheless in her own right.
Madara and Obito Uchiha stood before Naruto and his entourage, grim looks on their faces. Outside the tent rose a noise like a hurricane, shouts and cries of shock and disbelief.
"You... might want to come take a look at this," Obi said quietly, glancing over the women present, before her eye came to rest on Naruto.
"It would seem clear, now, what has become of your kin," Mari added.
Naruto followed the two Uchiha outside, followed shortly after by his entourage. He looked up into the sky at their prompting, shielding his eyes against the sun's rays.
A recently acquired rinnegan activated in surprise. His jaw went slack.
He could feel their chakra.
It was in the moon overhead.
"That's... a solar eclipse...?" Sakura murmured. Naruto could hear the frown in her tone. "But we shouldn't be able to see anything like that today – not from here, at least."
"Legends do say that the Juubi's body was sealed in the moon..." Nadeshiko whispered.
"And Kaguya was sealed there, too," Sai remarked. "Correct?"
"W-Well, if this is just an illusion, it shouldn't be too hard for her to move the moon," Yugao said, her voice trembling the slightest bit.
Kagome's one native eye was closed, her borrowed sharingan peering up at the celestial event taking place.
"...I don't think this is something that is being accomplished through manipulation of the illusion," the Hatake murmured. Her loaned eye shifted into mangekyo. "For all intents and purposes, she is physically moving that moon."
Naruto gulped.
"I'm not the only one who senses those chakras... right?" he said. "Our kids... my parents...?"
Sasuki and Mari grimaced. Hinata was frowning, veins creeping outward from her byakugan.
"They're here," Sasuki muttered, biting her lip. "They're in the goddamn moon."
The lunar satellite completely overlapped the sun, darkening the sky. A blinding corona rimmed the black sphere of a solar eclipse, and a terrible, overwhelming chakra pulsed through the heavens.
"It's massive..." Hinata whispered. "I've never seen anything like it. Are those really our daughters...?"
"Kaguya has done something," Mari said darkly. "What is she up to...?"
All at once, there was a noise like a thunderclap. They beheld the moon as a many-ringed eye, set into the brow of a vast, shadowy figure. A woman leered down at the Kunoichi Alliance, and a cool, deep laugh resonated through the air. The sound of it shivered their very bones.
Light flashed in the heavens, six streaks of color as swift as a lightning bolt. The ground quaked, heaving and buckling under incredible impacts.
Six gigantic mushroom clouds blossomed in a ring around the Alliance camps.
The attack came from all sides at once.

"Shinra Tensei!"
Proclaimed in a clear voice, these words announced the decimation of Kirigakure's outermost camp. Tent poles splinted under an invisible force, tarps flattening to the ground. Crates shattered, their contents spilling onto the dirt, and many bodies were thrown down as if pinned beneath an immense weight.
A cloud of dust spread over the Mist's forces, a pillar of smoke rising from a deep crater outside their camps. Confusion reigned for several catastrophic moments as kunoichi attempted to make sense of the sudden mayhem.
Even as officers of the Mizukage strove to reign in the chaos and order Kiri's troops into defensive positions, a lone figure streaked from the dust cloud, darting into the midst of their camp.
Scores fell, paralyzed, in this person's wake. Long scarlet hair streamed behind her, a naked form pouncing into the heart of the Hidden Mist's forces.
Mei Terumi saw the woman coming. She, Ao, and Choujuuko were among the few sufficiently skilled to perceive the attacks. Ao-chan's byakugan was able to follow the enemy's movements and read her chakra.
"She's a Hyuuga!" Ao shouted, warning her comrades. An eyepatch covered the modestly endowed woman's 'borrowed' byakugan, veins bulging over one half of her face. "There's no mistaking those movements... be careful! She's obviously a master of the gentle fist."
Mei grimaced, eyes narrowing. She was near the center of the alliance camp for ease of communication with the Supreme Commander and his advisors, which meant that most of her forces were still between her and the mysterious attacker.
A less scrupulous woman may have counted this a blessing. Mei Terumi could only curse her misfortune, well aware that her two kekkei genkai were simply too dangerous to use with so many allies all around.
She was a long-range, wide area of effect specialist: her greatest asset was the ability to throw around massively devastating youton and futton ninjutsu like confetti. A camp full of her own women was just about the worst possible field for someone like Mei to be forced into a fight.
"Where are Zabuza and that apprentice of hers?" the Lady Fifth snapped, stress building as she watched this attacker effortlessly mow down her troops with precise, debilitating, high speed taijutsu strikes. "Those Yuki girls would be our best bet against a Hyuuga."
"It looks like they're moving in," Ao said, calm but firm. "Haku, Byakko, and Yukiko are heading teams of hunter-nin to intercept the attacker."
"What about Zabuza?" Choujuuko asked, frowning and gripping one of the two hilts of her Hiramekarei. The buxom young bespectacled bluenette looked anxious to join the fray.
Ao was silent for a moment.
"...she appears to be out of commission," the woman murmured. "From the looks of things, she was at the edge of the camp when the attack happened."
Choujuuko cursed, drawing her sword.
"Dammit...!" she hissed.

Kurotsuchi grimaced, sweat pouring down her face. Her hands flicked through seals, the young woman anxiously spewing quicklime from her mouth. Next to her, the portly aunt-niece pair of Kitsuchi and Akatsuchi were flinging boulders into the dust, attempting to take out or bury whatever had landed outside their camp.
Sensor nin could feel a powerful chakra in the crater, and the Fourth Tsuchikage wasn't about to take any chances. Waiting for the smoke to clear got people killed.
There was a feeling of dread in the young woman's gut. Fear gnawed ravenously at her guts, an irrational hunch that something terrible and ungodly dangerous was lying in that crater.
Kitsuchi's hands flicked through seals.
Tiger. Ram. Rat.
She clapped her palms on the ground.
"Doton: Sando no Jutsu!"
Great walls of earth rose up from either side of the crater, the movement of rock displacing much of the dust in the air. Twin, tremendous monoliths of a size that could dwarf even a boss level summon came crashing together with a deafening CRACK.
Kitsuchi's famed Mountainous Earth technique was arguable the most powerful earth style ninjutsu in existence, devastating enough to give even a tailed beast pause.
Akatsuchi brought her own hands up in the seal of confrontation
"Doton: Gouremu no Jutsu!"
She expectorated several dozen kilograms of gravel slurry, shaping it with force of will into three moving, solid stone servants. Her rock golem technique was one of the best in Iwagakure, a versatile and effective ninjutsu which firmly secured Akatsuchi's place as an elite jounin.
Akatsuchi kept her golems at the ready, in case whatever had been in that crater somehow managed to escape Kitsuchi's mountain sandwich.
A moment of hesitant silence past as the last of the dust settled.
"Summoning Jutsu!"
The twin mountains shattered in a burst of white smoke. A massive, purple serpent lunged past the Tsuchikage and her retinue, crashing amidst the heart of Kurotsuchi's forces.
An enormous, ruddy orange toad sprang up from the crater, boulders sliding off its body like water off a leaf. It spat massive oil bullets at the assembled Hidden Stone kunoichi.
A million white slugs came raining from the heavens, landing all throughout Iwa's camp. One stuck to Kurotsuchi's shoulder, and she noticed an unfamiliar seal formula on its back.
"Wha...?" she whispered, confused.
Kitsuchi stared at the markings on the slugs with horror, and frantically started tossing the small gastropods as far away as she could.
Kurotsuchi stared uncomprehendingly at her mother for three seconds.
Then she looked over her shoulder at the Hidden Stone camp.
Her eyes widened in dread. Their kunoichi were dropping like flies, flung about like ragdolls by crushing, lightning quick blows.
Flashes of yellow heralded the bane of Iwagakure.
Blonde hair.
Blue eyes.
Big damn tits.
Mina Namikaze had come.

"Black Mechanism: Salamander Shield!"
Kanakuro maneuvered one of her puppets, Sanshou, in front of her sister Temari. The back of the crawling marionette sprang up, a forcefield of chakra emitted between three splayed pylons engraved with intricate sealing scrit.
A silver, vaguely cylindrical projectile streaked through the air, one of dozens to burst from the mushroom cloud, dust spiraling after the missiles. Smoke and flame trailed behind the thick, metallic darts, which scattered throughout the ranks of Suna.
BOOM
A flash of light, thunder and fume, fire erupting on impact. Explosions flowered amidst the lanes of the Hidden Sand's sprawling camp, unfortunate kunoichi thrown back or dismembered by the force of the blasts.
The missile aimed at Temari and Kanakuro hit. The puppeteer ducked behind Sanshou's chakra shield alongside her sister, the defensive mechanism managing to take the brunt of the explosion without failing.
Pellets of iron whistled overhead, pinging off of Sanshou at a frightening rate. Puffs of dust were kicked up by the impacts of minuscule yet dangerous projectiles, dense ferrous bullets punching easily through the flak armor of Suna's chuunin and jounin kunoichi.
The two sand siblings were pinned down behind Sanshou's meager defenses, unable to do anything about the constant barrage of fire that rained on their forces. Kanakuro tried returning fire with a volley of poison smoke bombs from Karasu, but the projectiles were intercepted by a wave of gleaming fluid black, detonating uselessly halfway between her and her target.
"Iron sand..." Temari muttered, her eyes narrowed. "Our enemy has the magnet style at their disposal. The Hidden Sand's style, at that."
"Not to mention those strange rockets," Kanakuro grunted, gritting her teeth in frustration. "Dammit! I don't think Sanshou can take much more of this. We've gotta retaliate."
"If I summon my familiar, I should be able to use a large enough wind jutsu to negate these projectile attacks," Temari suggested. "Give us some room to breathe, at least."
"The only way you'll have a long enough opening to do that is if you launch your jutsu from here," Kanakuro said. "And soon, at that. I don't think I can maintain this shield for more than a couple minutes longer."
Temari nodded, and bit her thumb.
"That will have to do," she said. Spreading her fan, the wind mistress traced a line of blood over three purple moons.
She didn't get any further than that.
A streak of light collided with Sanshou's shield.
An electric blue pulse laser emitted from the index finger of a buxom, golden-eyed blonde completely obliterated Kanakuro's comparatively meager defensive mechanism.
Superheated shards of wood splintered from Sanshou's main body, a fiery explosion completely disintegrating the critically unfortunate marionette.

Kushina Uzumaki moved like a thing possessed, tearing ruthlessly through the forces of Kumogakure. Her eyes gleamed with an unnatural light, face eerily devoid of expression. She was naked, unarmored but not unarmed.
She ducked beneath the horizontal swing of a katana, spreading her legs and dropping her torso below waist height. When the blade passed, she sprang back up, razor sharp bones jutting out from her arm and shoulder, ripping through the flak vest of her hapless assailant like a knife through warm butter.
"Gah...! You crazy...!" the poor kunoichi yelped, clutching at a gash in her abdomen.
Kushina silenced the girl with a headbutt.
Three more came at her, then. One from the left, one from behind, one from the right. Further out, several others drew their weapons and readied to throw.
The kunoichi on Kushina's right had lightning chakra streaming through the blade of her katana. The one on her left was channeling fire chakra, and the one behind her held a kunai wrapped with an explosive note.
Kushina spun around, grabbing the wrist of the ninja behind her. With blinding speed she ripped the kunai from the girl's hand, before tossing it down at the foot of the ninja with the lightning-imbued sword.
That one leaped back reflexively, seeing the paper bomb tied to the knife. Kushina incapacitated the ninja who had come behind her with a blistering uppercut, simultaneously swinging her free hand out at the retreating kunoichi. Chains of chakra shot from the redhead's wrist, wrapping around the Kumo-nin and binding her body tightly.
Kushina quickly rotated, swinging around the body of the ninja in her chains. The kunoichi with the fire sword was brained with the form of her own comrade, both knocked out cold.
The whistle of metal in the air reminded the Uzumaki of another threat. A hail of shuriken and kunai was coming for her from every direction.
Hands flicked through seals.
Chakra erupted around Kushina, and a hideous visage enveloped her naked, unarmored body.
The King of Hell did not even flinch at the scores of ninja tools which lodged themselves into its head. It sneered at the surrounding Cloud ninja, countless dozens of bodies already littering the ground from Kushina's rampage.
Countless more chains burst from the Hell-king's mouth, shooting out and impaling dozens more unfortunate kunoichi.
"Seal!"
Kushina's voiced echoed from inside the hideous maw. The ninja impaled by her chains were drained of their chakra, before they collapsed limply to the ground.
In the opening provided by this, Kushina burst from her summon's mouth, bones protruding from all over her body.
She danced a path of destruction.

Fugako Uchiha spat a stream of fire from her mouth, backflipping off of a swiftly growing branch. Her flames singed the leaves of the violently encroaching foliage, but managed little more than that.
She was yanked aside by her wife, Mikoto, right before a large root could stab through her, saved from impalement by the sharingan's predictive abilities and her beloved spouse's earnest devotion.
"Thanks for the save," the proud head of the Uchiha clan said to her wife, smiling grimly.
"Don't mention it," Mikoto replied with a nod.
Two sets of sharingan scanned the newly-grown forest, watching as live boughs and branches writhed and loomed overhead and all around them like serpents poised to strike.
"Fireball Jutsu!"
"Human Boulder!"
"Hakkeshou: Kaiten!"
"Tail-Chasing Wolf Fang-Over-Fang!"
"Kagenui no Jutsu!"
The sounds of battle echoed around the couple, their fellow Uchiha and Konoha shinobi alike battling the forest. They could hear the war cries all around them, the proud declarations of sacred techniques passed down through long and hallowed lineages.
More branches came down towards Fugako and Mikoto. The two scarcely managed to evade in time, sharingan whirring furiously as the two elite Uchiha strove to combat the trees which had been conjured and brought to life by some enemy will.
Roots rose up, attempting to wrap around the pair. Fugako escaped with a timely substitution, and Mikoto scorched the roots away with a furious grand fireball.
"Amaterasu."
Fugaku's heart leapt at the sound of her eldest daughter's voice, and Mikoto whipped her head around. The dense foliage, a nigh-impenetrable hedge which had cut them off from aid or retreat, was burning away. Black flames devoured the nearly fireproof bark and hardwood, insatiable and intense.
Leaves withered away, twigs vanishing in flares of black. An opening formed in the flames, and two familiar Uchiha sprang through as the fire continued to spread outward.
"Mother," said Itachi Uchiha, known in this world as Itami. "Father..."
She glanced at Fugako, Fugaku, smiling weakly.
"Damn, this is some stubborn wood!" Shimizu (formerly Shisui) boisterously cursed, her four-pointed mangekyo blazing like her cousin's Amaterasu. "Harder to get down than Naruto on aphrodisiacs."
Mikoto blushed at her kinsman's bawdy turn of phrase.
It was at that moment that a slender, pink-haired woman leaped down from the branches above, catching the attention of the Uchiha. She landed amidst the flames of Amaterasu.
Rather than burning her to a crisp, the black fire vanished, swallowed up harmlessly by the woman's naked flesh.
The four Uchiha stared.
The woman clasped her hands in the seal of the snake.
Once more, the trees came to life.

The white, mid-length hair of Jikoku Uzumaki billowed in the wind. Her body was bare, sharingan spinning in her eyes. She stood over the lifeless forms of Kakuzu and Hidan of the Akatsuki, staring down the assembled forces of the minor villages and Land of Iron.
Countless score of shinobi (and some samurai) stared in disbelief at the slowly fading, woman-shaped masses of chakra Jikoku held in either of her hands. Her visual prowess had the alliance forces transfixed, most of them rendered completely motionless by a high level compulsion genjutsu.
Suigetsu Hozuki, Karin Uzumaki, and Juugo of the Scales were at the head of the mass, among those who had been nearest to the initial crash. Already the camp was littered with motionless bodies, Jikoku ruthlessly dispatching anyone in her way.
The chakra in Jikoku's hands faded away completely, and she smiled.
"Mm... so this is the power of ningendo, huh?" the young woman said. "Most useful."
The sclera of her eyes turned black, and ebon threads began to protrude from her mouth.
"Kakuzu's secret jutsu... Takigakure's Earth Grudge technique."
Her skin began to split open at the joints, more and more black threads emerging. Her skin became black as well, white markings similar to the ones which had only recently faded from Hidan beginning to manifest all over her body.
"And Hidan-chan's Jashinist curse ritual, too..."
The threads plunged into Kakuzu and Hidan's bodies. It was a gruesome sight, the young woman casually dissecting her two fallen enemies and incorporating their flesh into her own body.
"Not as efficient as Mina's sage transformation," Jikoku idly mused, "But then I am pretty good with sealing. No need to worry about running out of room..."
Her eyes flashed, falling on the forms of Karin, Suigetsu, and Juugo. The three stiffened up at her glance, shuddering fearfully.
Jikoku smiled, and flicked her fingers through a simple sequence of seals.
"Raiton: Gian."
Lightning lanced out to strike the modestly endowed Suigetsu, and the white-haired kunoichi collapsed to her knees with a curse.
Jikoku pounced, and before Karin or Juugo could react, she had all three of them impaled on her threads.
They stared into Jikoku's eyes.
Her sharingan swallowed them whole.
"This is the ultimate power of humanity," Sasuki's daughter said to her mother's former teammates.
In an instant, she ripped the souls of the Taka members from their bodies (as well as sizable samples of their flesh and blood, with Kakuzu's jiongu).
"If we do not possess an ability naturally," Jikoku continued, "we simply observe things in nature which demonstrate the properties we desire. We analyze the principles behind them, and then take them for ourselves."
Suigetsu-chan, Juugo, and Karin went limp. Jikoku's body began to transform further. Scaled wings like webbed hands emerged from her back, snow white hair lengthening. Moisture dripped from the black threads of her jiongu.
"For the sake of Kaguya-sama, and my father..." Jikoku murmured. "...I will master all arts, and become the supreme shinobi. I will become their mightiest soldier, the one who upholds all the realms of Tsukuyomi."
She let the bodies of Team Hawk fall to the ground, casually dispelling her sharingan-boosted kanashibari no jutsu.
Her eyes blazed with determined ambition.
"Come, Shinobi Alliance."

A/N: Goddamn I spent like six damn hours in a row writing the final drafts of those fight scenes (several of which wound up diverging considerably from my original plans).
I'd like to think I'm pretty good at visualizing cool fight scenes. Whether or not I'm as good at actually conveying those scenes with the written word is another matter entirely.
My original plans for the final battle had Kaguya soloing the kunoichi alliance, but the use of Naruto's parents and kids to whittle down the nameless chaff (each empowered with a rinnegan ability and kekkei genkai, if they didn't already have one (or even if they did, in Kushina's case)) feels much more dynamic, and gives me more room to swing things back and forth, as it were.
Fight scenes are a lot like lemons in their own right.
Updated: 11-3-14
TTFN and R&R!
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