Omake: Sealmasters' Showdown
This is an alternative early draft of a scene for the Battle of the Gods.
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Two men looked down on the bloodbath that was Nagi Island, where friends and allies whom they might have saved were being murdered one by one. Two men looked down, but neither moved to help, because they both knew that the true battle was taking place here, in the sky.
Jiraiya of the Three, the Fifth Hokage, the legendary sealmaster, stood comfortably on thin air. His stance was relaxed, almost as if waiting for an appointment, with all the poise of a man not nearly out of chakra. Next to his lowered hands was an entire array of pouches.
Sasori the Puppetmaster, Head of Akatsuki Research and Development, the legendary sealmaster, floated in that same air like a mechanical angel, great wings of wood and leather beating determinedly in defiance of gravity. There were countless seals attached to his wooden body like festival decorations.
"I know how I'm staying up here," Jiraiya said bemusedly. "How are
you?"
"With difficulty," Sasori admitted. "Ultra-light puppet materials get me halfway there. As for the other half… you can guess."
"Sealmasters cheat," the two said in unison.
"Let's get started," Sasori said as his wings flared wide. "Deidara is being insufferable about his kill count."
"Lucky bastard," Jiraiya grunted. "Even after all you've done, I only get to kill you once."
Sasori peeled off one of his seals and flicked it at Jiraiya in one light, seemingly carefree motion. In mid-air, the seal unravelled, loops of ninja wire lashing out from within to wrap tightly around Jiraiya's body, leaving him all but immobilised. A powerful flame lit one end, heating the wire red as it travelled towards him as if on a fuse.
Jiraiya, arms pinned to his sides, twisted his wrists to reach awkwardly at the secondary pouches on his thighs. Holding two seals with his fingertips, he slapped one onto the wire and flung the other in Sasori's general direction. Over little more than a second, the wire was covered in a translucent green goo that not only drained the heat, but rapidly melted the wire into oblivion while leaving even his clothes unharmed.
The other seal burned away, revealing a pair of metal spheres rotating against each other like meditation balls held by an invisible hand. Ignoring gravity, the two separated as they continued to spin against each other. The ever-growing space between them was lit up by a flickering series of thunderbolts, like blows being exchanged between two invulnerable fighters.
Before the balls could reach and electrocute Sasori, he threw a seal downwards, towards the ground, where it turned into a malformed, glowing metal spike. The lightning followed it, happily grounding itself through some hapless cultist. Another seal thrown between the spheres created a brief vacuum that sucked them in, smashing them against each other before they could generate anything else.
Jiraiya smirked as the two spheres detonated on contact, catching Sasori in an immense fireball.
The smirk disappeared as Sasori remained untouched. His scroll effect's suction had drawn in the fire, then instantly transformed itself into repulsion, sending everything back to Jiraiya in a single focused stream of roaring flame. At the last second, Jiraiya unsealed a storage scroll, bringing out a dense, strangely dented metal wall that glowed red-white as it absorbed the heat. Its duty finished, the wall plummeted to the ground, crushing some more cultists as it did (Jiraiya had not chosen his position by accident).
For a moment, all was still as the sealmasters calculated their next gambits.
"Stored wall?" Sasori sneered. "What are you, a chūnin?"
"It was a present from Tsunade," Jiraiya muttered. "She kept hitting me over the head with it, shouting 'take this!', so I did."
Before Sasori could decide where to start with that one, Jiraiya took the offensive. He threw out several scrolls towards Sasori in a circular pattern, and each one erupted into a fountain of acid. In addition to being strong enough to melt through platinum, the combined effect completely obscured Sasori's vision—leaving him unable to see the giant spike of rock following close behind.
Sasori's defence was a seal that sparked the acid droplets with controlled Lightning chakra, sending an instant spider web of energy crackling through them that evaporated every last one. The resulting acidic fog only just failed to envelop him.
The spike, on the other hand, made it through.
Or at least it made it through to touch several of the seals on the Sasori puppet's stomach. They flared, and the spike vanished, reappearing somewhere several metres away and falling down to pierce… well, you can guess.
But the shimmering in the air that had redirected the spike didn't disappear. It kept going towards Jiraiya at the speed of a projectile uninhibited by air friction. It was at the very last moment that Jiraiya's own seal flew into it, making it vanish completely.
"Wait," Sasori said cautiously as the exchange ended. "Did you just use a teleportation effect on a teleportation effect?"
The two sealmasters instantly jumped/flew away from the point of contact. In flawless coordination, the two selected and threw seal after seal at the point of contact as fast as they could. About a dozen seals later, there was a reassuring green flash as reality failed to destroy itself.
The pair's eyes met with a shared understanding: for now, conventional weapons only.
Of course, these were
sealmaster conventional weapons. Jiraiya's next attack looked like he'd produced a tiny white ball from a storage scroll, but as the ball zoomed towards Sasori, it drained moisture from the air, growing into an ever greater water bullet with enough final mass to humble an elephant.
Contrary to expectations, Sasori didn't use Fire or Earth, or even Wind, to block the attack. Instead, his defensive seal produced a mass of wood which absorbed the water with a series of gluttonous pulses, growing bigger with each one. Its sustenance used up, the ravenous tendrils stretched towards the nearest source of water, namely Jiraiya.
"Is that the Wood Element in a seal?" Jiraiya exclaimed incredulously.
Sasori shrugged and simply said, "Orochimaru."
As the first tendril touched Jiraiya, he took a deep breath in and unsealed a strange, double-sided seal. Crimson clouds burst forth as he destroyed it, causing the wood to wither away instantaneously.
It was Sasori's turn to be shocked. "Why are you carrying concentrated
herbicide into battle?"
"My cousin insisted," Jiraiya said. "Something about half-plant, half-animal creatures."
Cutting the banter short, Jiraiya activated two seals at once, and waves of solid compressed air slammed towards each other as they made a beeline for Sasori, like the bite of a creature with many sets of jaws.
Sasori, unwilling to be outdone, slapped seals
onto the walls right before they could reach him, sending a series of cracks through the air as if it was made of stone. The walls shattered into fragments, each fragment flying back at Jiraiya like a homing kunai.
But what Sasori hadn't realised was that Jiraiya had been taking advantage of the increasing visual distortion as the pairs of walls came together between them. Step by step, he'd been closing the distance. Before the "kunai" could connect… he leapt forward, grabbed Sasori and swung him around like a no-longer-human shield. Sasori's body began to fall apart as it was pierced by a hundred razor-sharp strikes.
"Sealmasters cheat," Jiraiya whispered triumphantly into Sasori's ear as he held him tight.
"Yes," Sasori agreed softly. "We do."
Even as Jiraiya's eyes widened in realisation, even as he began to move, a great ironsand drill pierced his chest from behind. The hole was bigger than a human head. A sandstorm briefly enveloped his body, tearing his clothes and destroying his seals… including the skywalkers on his sandals.
Sasori fell as collateral damage from his ultimate puppet's attack finished off his disintegrating body. The puppet followed. And so did Jiraiya.
The Fifth Hokage, the strongest man in the world, hit the ground from twenty metres' height, together with a rain of his own blood and countless shards of wood.
Perfect silence fell on the battlefield. Then Jiraiya stood up.
Nothing was over yet. A few drops of blood had fallen within the reach of Hidan, watching the battle from beneath. The scythe-wielder smirked as he touched one of his blades to the ground, and then licked it like a delicious treat. Then, looking Jiraiya straight in the eyes, he drew his ritual circle, and in the same motion, pulled out a spike and stabbed himself through the heart.
Jiraiya swayed. He coughed up blood. Then he took a step towards Hidan.
Mouth hanging open in disbelief, Hidan stabbed himself again.
Jiraiya took a step forward.
In a panic, Hidan kept stabbing himself, as if convinced that if he did it enough, it would finally work. But Jiraiya, swaying, back bent, arms down in front of him as if he didn't have the strength to lift them up, took step after step after step. When the immortal came to his senses and realised that he had to run for his life, it was too late.
Jiraiya pulled himself upright by pure force of will. He gave Hidan one last contemptuous look. Then he plunged his hands into Hidan's chest like a knife through butter, grasped his spine,
and tore him in half.
The Fifth Hokage fell to the ground, the last of his strength used up. He gazed at the sun one last time as his vision faded away.
"This is the best I could do, kids," he said to the sky above. "It's all up to you now."