"Kakashi-kun...I didn’t expect him to participate in this event..." muttered Kushina, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her at the thought of having to explain her current situation.
"He’s capable of defeating B-Ranks, but his raw physical stats are still those of a C-Rank..." stated Vahn, gently caressing Kushina’s ass as she snuggled up to him on her bedroom sofa in a leaf-green nightgown and a black thong. She had answered no when he asked if she wanted to travel to the stadium and watch the matches directly, so he had stayed with her to avoid her feeling lonely.
"That’s not what I ant..." sighed Kushina, closing her eyes and resting her head against Vahn’s shoulder as she muttered, "I don’t know how I’m going to explain things to him, Obito-kun, and Rin-chan..."
"Do you want to practice?" asked Vahn, causing Kushina to feel confused until he revealed, "Truth be told, I’m also curious to know why you chose this path. With the amount of ti you’ve spent with us, you should know I would watch over you and your child even without all of this..."
"I don’t want to owe anyone anything..." muttered Kushina, opening her eyes just enough to stare off into space as she expanded, "I’ve spent my entire life being controlled and indebted to others. And after that incident where you rubbed my belly and kissed my womb, I couldn’t help thinking about how things might have turned out differently if my world had co into contact with the Tower and Pavilion sooner..."
"Then, if anything, I owe you for not intervening sooner..." reasoned Vahn, prompting Kushina to exhale loudly from her nose before she looked up at him with a narrow-eyed smile, positioned her right hand on his bulge, and asserted, "You don’t owe a single thing, Vahn. But as you’ve seen fit to grant at least a portion of your care and devotion, I’ll be sure to return the favor as often as I’m able and as frequently as you desire..."
"You really shouldn’t tempt ..." muttered Vahn, sinking the fingers of his right hand into Kushina’s pillowy ass and slowly drawing his face closer as he warned, "Because if we really did it as frequently as I desired soone of your beauty and temperant, we’d never leave your room..."
"You’re exaggerating..." asserted Kushina, the flush of her face deepening as Vahn slid his hand along the contours of her butt and began caressing her hot and leaking pussy through the silken fabric of her thong. It was a little-known fact that Uzumaki won were sexually charged due to their inordinate vitality and the yang energy saturating their bodies, so she was in a near-constant state of arousal around Vahn—the result of knowing he was both willing and able to make love to her at any ti.
"And you’re severely underestimating how attracted I am to you..." stated Vahn, punctuating his words by sealing Kushina’s lips with a kiss. She had a bit of difficulty engaging with his tongue, presumably the result of a lack of experience, but she more than made up for it with her zeal. Thus, even though it had only been seventeen minutes and twenty-six seconds since they erged from the bath, where he had fucked her before, during, and after washing her body, they resud with her lying sideways on the sofa and his hooking her left leg over his right forearm...
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’Sheesh...if I were anyone else from my world, this would feel hopeless...’ thought Gojo, maintaining his smile but sweating as he swiveled his head from left to right, barely catching brief glimpses of Kakashi even with his blindfold removed.
Fortunately, while Kakashi was demonstrably faster than him, Gojo didn’t feel too pressured as the supersonic Shinobi wasn’t able to penetrate his inviolable defense. He got closer than most, but as the distance between him and his opponents actually increased as the closer they got to him, a single milliter may as well have been the distance separating the earth and the moon.
’Raikiri...!’
Appearing in what would have been an ordinary person’s blind spot, Kakashi spontaneously accelerated to nearly three tis the speed of sound before thrusting his right hand, veiled in bluish-white lightning, at Gojo’s left side. Unfortunately, just as before, his attack failed to pierce the invisible barrier surrounding the latter’s body.
’Maximum output, Blue...!’ exclaid Gojo internally, sweeping his left hand and producing a ter-wide sphere of azure blue energy that drew in air and dust from the surroundings like a black hole, albeit much, much weaker.
’He has to have a weakness...’ thought Kakashi, clicking his tongue as he narrowly evaded Gojo’s counter using Body Flicker while simultaneously throwing a trio of kunai affixed with explosive tags into the vacuous blue mass that nearly swept him up. They exploded as they should have, but instead of producing plus of fla as wide as five ters across, they rely caused the azure blue sphere to pulsate orange before they were unceremoniously snuffed out.
"It appears we’ve reached a bit of an impasse, wouldn’t you say?" asked Gojo, concluding his counter with a controlled sweep of his arm across his body, almost like he was preparing to bow. He was confident his attacks would be effective if they landed, but Kakashi was simply too fast and too cautious.
Instead of responding to Gojo with words, Kakashi wove together a series of near-imperceptible hand signs before inhaling such a deep breath that his torso inflated. Then, lurching his head and body forward, he expelled a steady stream of bright orange flas that impacted and expanded into a roiling wave across the arena’s surface.
"Oh? Have you thought of sothing...?" Gojo asked aloud, sporting a wide-eyed smile as Kakashi leaped into the air above the sea of flas and completed a new series of hand signs. Once he was done, his chest expanded a second ti, this ti with his throat swelling alongside it as he expelled a pressurized stream of what looked like muddy water in an uneven circle around Gojo’s position.
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"So that’s his aim..." humd Gojo, watching unconcerned as a do of earth erupted from the muddy liquid, encompassing him and a portion of the flas encircling him. The flas were extinguished imdiately after the do was completed, but only after they depleted the oxygen within as fuel.
’Not a bad idea...’ thought Gojo, raising his right index finger in front of his body and materializing a marble-sized mass of crimson energy. He could survive nigh-indefinitely using his Reverse Cursed Technique to revitalize his oxygen-depleted cells and repair damage to his brain, but he wanted to save that and his Domain Expansion for an opponent who could bypass his Limitless and its derivative technique, Infinity.
While steeling himself for whatever Kakashi had planned for him after he broke free, Gojo unleashed his Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, creating an exceptionally powerful repulsive force that fractured the earthen do and sent its debris scattering at near supersonic speeds. The do then proceeded to crumble around him, the earth comprising it breaking down and ultimately disappearing as the Chakra that gave it form dispersed into his surroundings.
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Appearing behind Gojo while he was still mid-pose, Kakashi brandished a straight-bladed tanto with a silvery-white blade veiled in lightning at the white-haired Sorcerer’s head. He was banking on there being an interval that could be exploited between Gojo’s attacks, but just as before, he felt the montum of his swing disperse without any feedback.
"How many tis are we going to repeat this sa song and dance...?" questioned Gojo, glancing back at Kakashi and casually brushing his left shoulder with his right hand as the latter appeared to flicker and fade out of existence, reappearing tens of ters away faster than a blink.
"If you’re losing interest, you could always surrender..." quipped Kakashi, sheathing his tanto on his back with his right hand while lowering himself into a ready posture with his left hand dangling between his legs like an open claw.
"Oh? And you’d be satisfied with such a victory...?" asked Gojo, causing the frown on Kakashi’s face to deepen. He didn’t consider himself the competitive type, but he couldn’t stand the thought of losing to soone who didn’t seem to care about winning.
"That’s a nice look you’ve got..." humd Gojo, the corners of his smile curling upward slightly as he couldn’t help but appreciate Kakashi’s fire and resolve. But for the sake of his own growth, he couldn’t simply give the young Shinobi the win.
"Consider this a special service," said Gojo, causing every nerve and fiber in Kakashi’s body to tense as the forr perford a hand seal he didn’t recognize, his right hand raised with his middle finger awkwardly hooked behind his index finger. At that exact mont, Kakashi felt a paradoxical sensation of moving forward and falling backward at extre speed, his body unable to move and his eyes forced to remain open as his viewpoint shifted from the arena to an infinite expanse of space with a black void at its center, dominating his perception. Then, before he could even begin to grasp what he had experienced, he found himself staring up at the ceiling of the stadium’s dical ward...
"You’re awake," remarked a familiar voice, causing Kakashi to frown as he turned his head to find Vahn sitting next to his bed, casually and expertly peeling an apple as he explained, "Gojo’s attack inundated your mind with functionally limitless information and impulses. Your wounds were healed when you respawned, but your brain will require a few days to a month to recalibrate. It ultimately depends on your rehabilitation efforts."
"Where’s Fran...?" questioned Kakashi, his expression and tone flat as he glanced at Vahn with narrowed, bored-looking eyes.
Shaking his head and exhaling faintly from his nose, Vahn revealed, "She stopped by, but after learning you would be okay, she promptly departed, not wanting you to feel embarrassed or discomfited."
"Then, unless there’s sothing else, you can leave..." muttered Kakashi, returning his gaze to the ceiling above before closing his eyes. Vahn was tempted to ask where Kakashi’s apparent contempt for him stemd. But as his counterpart was presently standing over Kushina as she lay on her back with her head hanging off her bed, allowing him to carefully fuck her in the throat, he decided against it.
"Then I’ll get going..." said Vahn, rising to his feet and setting the peeled apple aside before turning around and dissolving into pale golden flower petals as he motioned to depart.
Opening his eyes and glancing at the location Vahn had disappeared, Kakashi remained silent and still for several seconds before exhaling a tired sigh. He knew he should feel grateful to Vahn for granting him the opportunity to beco an Ascendee, but ever since he learned the truth of his world and the rest of Invirtua, he couldn’t help resenting the man for not doing more to prevent the tragedies his Sensei was sacrificing so much to ensure never befell anyone else...
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"That man’s power...could he be an otherworld Psychic...?" asked Fubuki, standing cross-ard near the viewing booth’s slanted windows in a dark green slip nightgown with matching stockings, a garter belt, and a thong with snowflake embroidery.
"If he were, at least I would have sensed it," asserted Tatsumaki, causing her younger but markedly taller and more developed sister’s right brow to twitch.
"Must you always undermine or insult ...?" asked Fubuki, glancing back at her erald-haired sister with narrowed eyes and a slight pout. For the briefest of monts, a flash of guilt flickered across Tatsumaki’s face, but her expression and tone remained cold and dismissive as she replied, "I’ll consider it if you ever manage to surpass ..."
"Let’s be nice to each other..." said Vahn, gently squeezing and massaging Tatsumaki’s chest as she lay next to him on a sofa, using his left thigh as a headrest while playing a handheld gaming console. She was only wearing an oversized graphic tee with the word OPPAI sowhat ironically written across the chest area, so he could clearly feel her warmth and the pillowy softness of her modest but perfectly cuppable breasts as he thumbed her nipple.
"Whatever..." muttered Tatsumaki, her face flushing as she pretended to focus on her ga, a 2.5D fighter called Wild Animals IV. Fubuki picked up on this, so with a mischievous smile on her face, she returned to the sofa and reclaid her position at Vahn’s right. He habitually placed his hand on her waist and slid it to her butt, and when he turned to face her, Fubuki took the initiative to give him a deep and passionate kiss, causing her sister to beco increasingly annoyed as she had a front row seat to the impromptu make-out session. Shortly thereafter, Vahn found himself the judge of yet another competition between the two sisters, specifically to determine which of them was the better lover...
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