Comeback Kid (Naruto & Celestial Grimoire | OC-SI)

What an awful idea this was. Who thought up this idea again?

“You, idiot.”

Oh, yeah.

A voice called out from behind him, barely audible over the din of warfare and the rustling of wind at this height. "Are you sure you're okay?" Fū asked.

"I'm good,” he lied, like a liar, as the enormity of the scope of his task was laid bare before him.

"Are you sure?" Something about her tone made it seem as if she was incredulous, despite how casual Tobio was trying to be about the entire thing.

Granted, on the outside looking in, his course of action was fairly insane.

"Yeah."

"We can still go back and find another plan—"

He shook his head as gently as possible to avoid ruining her concentration as she held him aloft. They were worryingly high in the air at this point, not as high as he'd fallen in his suicide power bomb, but high enough to give Tobio pause. They were above the three-headed snake and toad summons, which was high enough for his tastes. Despite her doubts, Fū carried him through the air for the sake of his dumb-as-a-bag-of-rocks notion.

"Doing something this risky almost killed you before."

Ah. Keyword there being 'almost'.

"…"

While the boy couldn't see the spirit resting inside his soul, he could feel the sheer indignation radiating from her. In fairness, he would concede that this was kind of an insane plot. To lift himself up until he could spot the snakes in their entirety and then rely on his Shadowfire to burn them to a crisp.

There was some disagreement, yelling, and threats of violence toward his person by the various people around him. But in the end, everyone came around to his plan, even if Fū felt somewhat nervous about it. Considering that they'd prove a target if they were noticed, he couldn't exactly begrudge her that caution.

"We're about at the right spot,” Tobio spoke up as he could properly see the entirety of his target in his sight. For an ability limited only by his vision, that was the ideal scenario. “Can you hover in place?"

"F-For a little bit," she grunted out, trying to squeeze him tighter around the midsection. "You're heavy as heck!"

"Unbreakable bones and dense muscles should make me heavier, so that checks out." He probably weighed nearly twice as much as Hibachi, despite them being similar sizes.

Either way, now that he was getting a proper look at the snake summon, he could tell that it looked a little unusual. All three merged together at a certain point somewhere in the midsection, making it more of a hydra than a regular serpent. How did a creature like that even function?

Chakra-enhanced bullshit was likely the answer, as it was for most absurdly sized summons in his experience.

Regardless, he knew he was waffling right now. Mostly because he didn't want to entirely deal with the presumable consequences of doing what he was about to do.

When he'd killed those two men back at the arena, Tobio had opened the door to his Shadowfire just a crack. Then it'd been closed quickly, sealed shut underneath his iron will and his sword spirit’s assistance. Even so, the little he exposed to the world was enough to let him know how much he’d been underestimating the perk.

However…

Right now Tobio didn’t need restraint or to be mindful of collateral damage. Anyone sensible had already fled well outside the range of the kaiju battle going on in the middle of Konoha. It meant that whatever happened next, he wouldn’t need to worry about friendly fire of mass civilian casualties. With all of that in mind, Tobio flung open the door inside his soul.

The only reason this plan was even possible was because Embers of the Heroic Age was going into overdrive the moment he'd thrown himself into the Crush as a whole. At the baseline, it was a reserve of Shadowfire large enough to decimate swathes of castle in one go, presuming he was willing to kill himself. Now, after knowingly putting himself in so much danger to ramp up his parameters across the board…

Well.

It turned out being in a fight for his life, in the middle of an invasion, going against skyscraper-sized kaiju was enough to make that reserve just a bit bigger. If it wasn’t for Sorcerer and its capability to allow him to channel larger amounts of destructive power, he wouldn’t have sprung for this at all. Like any good shinobi, though, Tobio took advantage of the resources at his disposal. Though he wasn't looking forward to the questions he’d answer when all of this was said and done.

But that was a future Tobio problem.

"Begone from my sight."

When the words spilled out of them, they came reverberating with a strange, warbling intonation as his body began to burn. From the inside out, though it was a pain that he could ignore, despite how much it was rising to the surface. Yet it paled in comparison to what began to occur across his target.

The fire on the snake started small, innocent enough, situating itself on the back of one of the massive creatures. Then, it grew with the kind of hungry, voracious hate that came from the Shadowfire. Like a spark catching on dry tinder, it raced across the bodies of the snakes with sizzling lines of inky blackness, warbling waves in the world itself where no light could escape their reach. It was almost like a shadow was beginning to be cast over his target, bit by bit.

All of those reservoirs of hateful heat acted without any kind of direction, destroying whatever was in its path. That didn’t mean that there was, perhaps, more pain than he’d initially been counting on. If his destructive attack by itself had been the only element Tobio had to contend with, that might have been bad enough. No, the real issue came from whatever price he was paying for serving as the nexus for a metaphysical force that despised existence while also having an Origin that also was ramping up the effects.

…Yeah, that was what he’d forgotten about, wasn’t it?

It was something that wasn’t localized to merely his flesh but anything that could be broken down as the backlash hit him. His biokinesis from Death Resistive Body was informing him of that much the longer he let the flames pour out and spontaneously ignite into existence along the vector of his eyesight. Blood vessels bursting as the cellular walls keeping them stable merely sizzled away, internal damage building with each passing second.

The benefit was that the noise those snakes made was an inhuman mixture between a hiss and a roar. Something pained that spilled forth from three different massive maws, a horrific keening sound, as perhaps some part of them understood what was happening in that instant. As an entity so in tune with the natural world understood that what he was doing was a fundamental violation of reality.

Parts of them weren’t being burned; they were being outright deleted from existence, and they thrashed violently, insensate from anything but the animal panic that came across something when it was faced with nothing but the promise of death. Which was an unfortunate move for them, as their opponent had no such compunction about capitalizing on their weakness. Gamahiro whipped out, slamming those blades against their head and ultimately rendering them poofed into smoke in that moment. Not that Tobio believed being sent back to their home would be enough to stop what he’d done. Those flames would burn and continue to do so until whatever they touched no longer existed.

All that mattered from his point of view was that in that instant they were gone, removed from the field of battle. What it took were blocks of destroyed buildings and, who knew, how many slain civilians. Even the fact that one of his most potent weapons had been revealed to everyone, for people to draw whatever conclusions they wished from it.

Or maybe he was so maudlin about the victory, when he should have been ecstatic, because the strain from his attack had been draining him.

"Tobio…are you okay?" Fū asked, her voice tentative as she began their descent.

“Yeah,” Tobio croaked out, trying to project a strength that he didn’t feel in that moment. “Why do you ask?"

He felt weak, in a way that was almost foreign to him. This was the first time his performance had been all that impacted to this degree, honestly, since Death Resistive Body usually kept him capable of fighting at his peak. However, that was predicated on there still being some kind of structure present for it to kick in on.

All across his body, bits and pieces were just straight up missing. As if they'd been offered up to a pyre, burned from existence at the cellular level. Really, it was his own fault. You couldn't serve as a conduit for a force beyond reality, which hated existence, without taking a few lumps in the process.

As they got closer to the rest of their friends and allies, he could hear her murmured follow-up observation. "You're…crying bloody tears."

True enough, there were streaks of red running down his cheeks, and his blurry vision of the world was hued in crimson tones as he blinked blearily. While he didn’t have much of a capacity to see himself from the outside looking in, he must have looked pretty bad.

"That's normal," he lied. He was trying not to think about how much his limbs felt weaker than normal or how he felt, well, mortal. "My vision's hazy right now. Can you drop us back down with everyone else so I can figure out what the hell is going on?"

His physical condition was bad enough, but he felt even more naked with his sensory powers on the fritz. Signatures were blinking in and out of his radius, and he didn't know if people were dying or if he'd genuinely suffered some kind of brain damage doing this. Even his chakra network was sluggish in ways that were hard to quantify in that moment.

They'd won…but he didn't feel great from the aftermath of it.

Tobio, as a rule, didn’t remember much from the aftermath of power-bombing Suien back in Takigakure. There was a recollection of agony, but his body had been brutalized in every form by that point. According to Ami and Hibachi, his head was swollen, along with all of his limbs, and his normally unbreakable limbs were…well, not so unyielding.

Even if they’d repaired themselves even stronger from the aftermath of that event.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have that blessing this time around. He wasn’t hurt enough to pass out, much to his chagrin, which was truly a shame. Since his wounds were bypassing his normal capability to just shut off his own pain receptors. Or maybe it’d be more accurate to say that he was instinctively holding himself back from doing so, just so he could take stock of his injuries.

Carbonized dermis on his shoulder, lower right abdomen, left inner thigh, and the back of his neck.

Ruptured blood vessels across his body that he was actively trying to staunch with Death Resistive Body.

His soul even felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it; with that inner gate he channelled the flame through being tender. And that was being generous with the description.

“It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for Embers of the Heroic Age,” his sword spirit murmured in the back of his mind, even sounding a little subdued herself. “But you were ramped up a lot more than usual. Where you've usually got a well, you had a dam you opened up.”

That checked out. It also didn’t stop him from despising the weakness it rendered unto him. Ever since he'd arrived at the Elemental Nations, the capacity to defend himself had been one he'd appreciated, above everything else. Being relegated to such a state was...

Well, he didn't know how to describe how pathetic it made him feel. Introspection was the sort of thing Tobio usually tried to avoid, for all sorts of reasons. Dodging bad feelings and uncomfortable truths was easier than having to face his own baggage.

Judging by the looks that were being thrown his way as he landed, intuited almost entirely through his sensory powers, the rest of Team Eleven and the various other shinobi present likely felt even stronger about his state than he did. There was an expression of horror on Karin's face as he wobbled on his feet before he locked his joints in place to gain his bearings once more. Ami and Hibachi were less shocked, though, yet they'd also seen him when he was even worse off than this.

It didn't make it any easier to recognize the worried, concerned glances they were shooting him.

“Tobio,” Tekuno hissed his name, approaching with the kind of paternal concern that made him a good sensei. “What did you do to yourself? What even was that flame that came from your eyes?”

“Clan secret, Sensei," Tobio grinned, only to wince as his bleeding eyes heavily protested from the motion. “Ow.”

His teacher’s lips were pursed into a firm, frowning line as a vein pulsed on his temple. Whether from Tobio’s antics or just his condition, he couldn’t tell. “Not the time for jokes, kiddo.”

“Sorry, dad,” Tobio answered and immediately regretted, as he felt heat flush to his face and Tekuno-sensei glance away from him in his own embarrassment. “Okay, you know what, I’m a little loopy with pain. Sorry about the snippiness.”

It said volumes about how indomitable he must have seemed to his friends and acquaintances that a statement like that drew so much worry from them.

“Does he have a concussion?” Ami whispered to Hibachi.

“No, his skull is too thick. It’d be a first,” the boy whispered back.

“Ha, ha, thanks for the concern,” Tobio grumbled, glancing away from their not-at-all-subtle whispering.

Jiraiya, however, seemed a begrudging mixture of impressed and intrigued by the entire situation. “That was…impressive. If nothing else, it certainly simplifies matters tremendously.” He was already beginning to work on Gaara’s seal, an ink brush and a look of determination on his face as he spared the odd glance toward the others around him.

“He’s an overachiever, sir,” Hibachi sighed, moving to help Fū hold Tobio upright before being swatted away by the Oni’s hands.

A shrug came out of the tall Sannin, though, taking it in stride. “If you want to withdraw after all of that, I’ll certainly vouch for you." Jiraiya commented. “You’re not exactly looking in the best shape.”

Tekuno-sensei looked as if he wanted to say something but was leaving the decision to Tobio. Even if he were giving the boy a meaningful look. If nothing else, his sensei trusted him to know his own limits and how much he could take.

While he was in pain, he could still move, fight, and run just fine. He wasn’t going to be bleeding out anytime soon, probably, if he stayed on top of adjusting his body so that the wounds closed. If he truly needed to, he could pick up his sword and keep fighting. His sturdiness was just that good these days. Not a lick of regeneration, just pure capacity to keep on trucking.

The real question was whether Tobio wanted to leave things to other people or help with the rest of the invasion. He had perk rolls burning a hole in his soul and wasn’t exactly at the top of his game either. Even with everyone around him boosting the kid in a mystical connection for combat, which was saying something, Barbarian should allow him to rage and use that mental state to brute force some healing.

In the end, Tobio had to ask himself with brutal honesty…

Had he done enough?

To be clear, he still wanted to fight, but that was the Oni portion of his brain thinking. It was all about violence, bloodshed, and then getting stone-cold, knockout drunk after all of it was done. If he were older, there’d probably be some sex involved in that thinking process, because Type-Moon Oni were just freaks like that.

So far that hadn’t been a series of urges that by themselves could override his common sense. Of course, the initial perk he’d taken all those months ago didn’t take into account his bloodline progressing under the auspices of being a D&D-style berserker. Or what sort of subconscious pressures could be molding him in the background like that?

A beleaguered sigh emanated from the back of his mind, coming from his sword. “You’re overthinking this.”

Or maybe I’m not thinking enough

“After having a literal mythical showdown with giant serpents, prevailing after great cost, you’re in your head a little bit. You don’t have to take the entire world on your shoulders. Even if you want to.”

Yeah, that checks out.

“Think you're done? No one would think less of you if you took a step back and rested. You've done enough." Tekuno-sensei’s words obviously came from a place of genuine fretfulness, yet he’d learned enough about his most troublesome student to not discount whatever he might say. For all he knew, the boy would regenerate back from this damage in an instant.

Honestly, this entire affair was another reminder for him to truly push for some academy reform. Who knew how many genetic freaks like Tobio were hiding in the wings, languishing from never being properly identified?

It was up to Tobio to see if he wanted to accept the offer for what it was. To rest, after months of training, just to survive this event. To trust that all of the preparations and work he'd done would change things for the better and believe that everyone could cover things without him.

A part of it felt like giving up, even if it was only logical. He didn't have to save the world by himself.

"…I think I'm ready to help on the backlines, for a change," Tobio breathed out, feeling a rasp in his lungs that usually wasn't there. "Whatcha got for us?"

For a long moment, the pervy toad guy stared at Tobio, his eyes searching Tobio's own dark gaze, before giving him a nod. "I'm sure we can think of something for you all to do."

And he did.

The frontlines were sufficiently secure, honestly, and didn't need him. Having any real degree of forewarning meant that despite the other problems they were facing, having enough people wasn’t one of them. Much of Konoha was still an active conflict area, and Jiraiya wasn't shy about directing the group toward other objectives. Things that were no less important than actively fighting the enemy.

People were trapped in the wreckage of some buildings, despite quiet efforts to evacuate them before the fighting had begun in earnest. When you had two sensors of Tobio and Karin's quality around, though, finding them in collapsing buildings or hunkering down in place behind rubble, was easier than it should have been.

Tobio deigned to merely lift heavy shit out of the way. Out of all of his capabilities, that turned out to be the thing that he could still rely on. Picking up heavy pieces of rubble and blocks that should have required teams of people, as he leveraged his muscle power to get the job done personally. In the face of his body feeling as if every step were making his joints creak.

His physical condition was worrying, yet he did get the feeling that it would improve if he had the time to do so. It was getting better, though the reserve where his Shadowfire usually sat was notably empty making him feel…

Hollow wasn't the right word, because that presumed it was meant to be there. It really wasn't, honestly, given what little he'd interpreted from it and the cosmic place it sprung from. "Diminished" felt more correct, like he'd had it emptied out to an unreasonable degree and run against more serious damage. He had no real proof for that presumption, but it was still what he felt in his gut, regardless of whether it was true.

Everyone in the extended Team Eleven had a vested interest in him maintaining a focus on the rescue work.

Ami, Karin, Fū, Tekuno, and Hibachi were working in concert to throw out jutsu, kunai, or shuriken or to attack and defend him when he was at his lowest. He didn't quite know how to explain the warm feeling it swelled in his heart to be under that protection, despite how little they needed it for their given task.

There was a part of search and rescue that Tobio just didn't expect, though, as they pulled people to safety.

"Thank you, thank you…" said a sobbing woman, crying as he lifted her small son.

His sensei helped her limp into the ad hoc medical stations that had been set into place. If nothing else, Konoha had learned well from the Nine-Tails attack years ago. There were a lot more bunkers spread around the city and protected by shinobi while the fighting went on. Tobio had heard all sorts of spurious rumors from the tongues of shinobi and civilians alike as he went through the village. Some claimed that Kumo had joined the invasion, that Orochimaru had killed the Hokage, that there was a second wave incoming, and that the old Kage had risen from the dead to rebuke their former home.

A lot of it was, fundamentally, the kind of random shit that just seemed to come from nowhere in the fog of war. People were scared and clinging to any news, even fictional bad news if it meant having an idea of what was going on, anyway.

"Put the child down on the table," an overworked-looking medic-nin ordered, already trying to organize things with the various other rows of injured civilians and shinobi all around. "Any idea what's wrong?"

"I think he's got a fractured arm," Tobio commented, intimately familiar with the way injuries could impact a body. The way the boy winced as Tobio carried him was also a pretty big giveaway.

"We'll put him down as a group three patient." That meant that his damage, while serious, wasn't so serious that it required immediate intervention. Provided the kid didn't start going into shock or something like that, he could keep still until someone got to him with more mundane medicine.

Now that the conflict had wound down for the most part, Tobio was learning all sorts of things about active war zones today. The rest of the team was doing similar offloading of patients or rescued civilians too, until their leader barked out an order.

"Take a breather," Tekuno-sensei said with clear command authority. "We'll be heading back out in five while I get a situation update."

The news was a relief to the members of their team that didn't possess inhuman stamina. Which, now that he thought about it, was just Ami and Hibachi. Karin was an Uzumaki and was roughing it on raw stamina alone, useful for the fact that she had more medical knowledge than literally anyone else besides Tekuno-sensei.

Something good that came out of Kusagakure's usage for her as a hospital aid was the fact that she actually did learn the basics from being there. It made her a helper when they needed to stabilize someone in the middle of moving them to an actually trained professional. And Fū…

Well, she had a demon in her stomach. Not that anyone was supposed to know that, since it really just seemed like the tomboy was flat out built different. Though her seemingly endless enthusiasm had faded in the face of war casualties.

Tobio didn't waste a second to rest, slumping against a wall alongside the rest of his friends. It wasn't quiet and wasn't really that invigorating, but just that little bit was helping. Not that it was enough for him to ignore the worried expressions on Ami's and Hibachi's faces.

"Are you guys okay?" They were…well, normal children compared to his mental dysfunctions. For the situation, they were handling it well, but he didn't know if that would last forever.

Worrying her bottom lip, the purple-haired girl glanced away as she wrung her hands together. Though in the end, she looked at him, with her red eyes almost the most concerned he'd ever seen her.

"I'm worried about my parents," Ami admitted, as the group took a breather. It was something he should have noticed, or remembered, but sometimes it took Tobio a moment to remember people did, in fact, have families. "T-They probably got to a shelter, but…I'm worried, y'know?"

"Same here," Hibachi added with a sigh. "I always drilled my dad and brothers on what to do if there was ever an attack or an emergency. I just…was so busy, I didn't give it much thought till we had this breather."

Hmm. Could he…?

"Gimme a moment," Tobio exhaled and reached forth, allowing his sensory network to dominate everything else, at least for a little bit. The rest of the village came into view as the boy closed his eyes and tried to at least recognize some familiar chakra signatures.

He'd gotten her mother and father's before, having visited their home, so it was the least he could do to try and find out whether they were fine. The flood of sensory information was almost too much for him, flickers of lights in a great void, considering the fighting going on. Yet it was also obvious to him that it was coming to a natural close.

And, much to his surprise, that gamble of his worked.

Several familiar flickers were here and there in the void as he opened his eyes and glanced back at Ami. Her face was searching his own, looking for any news, good or ill. Hibachi was right next to her, trying to play it cool but just as concerned for his own father and siblings.

"So?"

"Your families are alright. A little banged up from what I'm reading, but alive."

It was an obvious relief to them, as they both let out sighs and muttered praises. "Are you sure?" Ami insisted, shooting him another look.

"Provided nothing changes, they're sheltering in place with a bunch of other people. They're alive."

"That's good," Hibachi breathed out, something unknotting in his body. "That's good…"

However, whatever good news that they'd just received wouldn't last long as Tekuno-sensei returned. The emotions swirling around the big man were…complicated, to say the least.

"What's with the long face?" Karin asked, looking a little worried at his stone-faced look.

After months of being with his sensei, his expressions and demeanors were not hard to read. However, this one was a measuring gaze, as he seemed to be gauging whether or not to share the news. Yet in the end, practicality won out.

"The leader of the forces, Orochimaru, has been slain, and the invasion forces are either fully in retreat or surrendering. However, the victory did not come without cost…"

There were words that seemed to be struggling to come out of him, as if he were constitutionally unable to get them out. Eventually, though, he managed it, keeping his words just quiet enough for us to hear.

"The Hokage is dead."

"W-What?" Ami breathed out, blinking in surprise. "No, you must be wrong; he's…he's the Hokage, he can't be d-dead!"

"It's…confirmed. By the ANBU and Jiraiya of the Sannin. He managed to slay Orochimaru with a classified kinjutsu but, in the process, gave up his own life."

Tobio wasn't saying anything, even as more pointed, heated questions were thrown Tekuno's way. Mostly in that he was trying to figure out what he really felt about the matter himself.

What was in his heart at that moment wasn't grief. Grief implied that he was close enough to Hiruzen to feel that particular emotion, and frankly, Tobio wasn't. He had some respect for the man and no small amount of issues with the way he'd handled Naruto's situation in the past. Yet that didn't make his passing any less of a gut punch, weirdly enough.

Instead, there was a sense of loss.

He was an institution, the longest reigning Hokage in Konogakure's history, taking up the hat after the fourth had been prematurely slain. His shadow loomed large over the village, and without his presence, the village genuinely would not be the same. He'd been a moderate in most things, holding back others for good or ill, and planning on holding the hat for others.

Could Tobio have changed things?

No, wait, that was stupid as an opinion. He'd already changed things, considerably so, and if Orochimaru was actually in the Shinigami's stomach, that changed things a lot on its own. There would be no Sasuke retrieval mission, no wider controlling apparatus for Otogakure out there…

If there was a threat left, it was the other Hidden Villages, the Akatsuki, and Kabuto. Those, by themselves, were enough of a threat that…well, he wasn't sure what they'd do by themselves with everything taken off the board like this. He just knew it wouldn't be good for anyone involved.

"You lot are also getting benched. Things are coming to a close, and we're transitioning to shifts of work."

"We can do more," Hibachi protested.

"I know you can," Tekuno agreed, looking at them all carefully. "But this is a marathon now. The fighting is going to peter out before long, so it's more important that you're fresh for the recovery efforts."

"But…"

"No buts! It's an order. Grab a cot, and get some rest."

It had gotten darker as the hours had passed them by. More time than he'd realized, considering when the Crush had started around noon.

"...I'm not opposed to catching some sleep, if I'm being honest. We'll be up early enough trying to clean up the village," Tobio said.

"That's true," Ami huffed. "I guess it makes sense."

"Of course it does. It comes from me. When have I ever steered you bunch wrong?"

"Honestly?" Hibachi asked.

Tekuno clutched his chest, as if he'd been struck. "Oh, my poor heart!"

It was enough to bring smiles and soft chuckles to their faces. Soft levity after everything else.

"Just get some rest. I'll be around if you need me, alright?"

After hours of grueling work, fighting, and effort…they probably all deserved a bit of rest. None of them really fought it that hard as they stumbled in search of unoccupied cots.

Thoughts of Kage and the currents of history began to fade away as he lay back on a spare bedroll. No matter how tough he was or how much stamina he was used to he was exhausted. Not even the discomfort of sleeping in a hard bed was enough to keep him up

The moment his eyes closed, Tobio was out like a light.

Author's Notes

Some of you may be wondering why Tobio was hurt, and if it wasn’t clear in the text, I’ll explain. Shadowfire is something is fundamentally caustic to reality. This shit can burn souls, and blow open a hole to the magic eye dimensions by sheer destructive power. By itself, this is bad, and he would have faced a little backlash by itself if he’d used it at the factory default settings.

However, this isn’t what had happened. Tobio ramped up the power of the destructive fire to new heights and then let loose. Given this was the first time he’d ever done so, let alone to this limit, even the perk specifically designed for this scenario was doing a lot of heavy lifting to keep him in one piece.

If he were a normal genin, he would have straight up died from internal injuries.

Outside of some extenuating circumstances that’d lead me to keep from writing like moving, I’m going to be very focused on my stories, populating my backlog so I can open a in due time, and gearing up for that.

Thank you all for supporting Comeback Kid and my other writing endeavors through all of this. You guys, your enthusiasm for the stuff I write, and your faith in my modest skills as an author are what lead me to believe that making a living off of this is even possible. Whether it means I actually sit down and try to make a proper original story or continue to write fanfiction.

In the end, you guys make all of this possible. We’re almost at 8k watchers on Questionable Questing alone, which is wild to me.

Anyway, Hiruzen interlude next week! I'm working on the next live for Comeback Kid, though I dunno if I want to run that more than I want to run Chummer Not Choom. The desire to write Rebecca is real. That's on top of All star Otsutsuki about to have it's third chapter wrapped up, and posted relatively soon. As always, if you want to look at my quests you can find them here:

https://fiction.live/stories/Comeback-Kid-Naruto-Celestial-Grimoire-/GREYaPHxERqXbuQSQ/Chapter-Seven-Aftermath/7mZRcaWgQD5iy3D3m

And a thank you to @Eternal Yujin for the assistance with the beta reading.