Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him.

He had jerked awake, the dream shattering before it could progress to anything useful. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off. Many things happened at once.

Futures crashed against one another, million or billions of them vaporizing in an instant.

Wars raged through Potentialities, possibilities blowing to and fro on the winds of fate and chance as 'perhaps' strove to become 'is'.

And, least impressively but perhaps most importantly, a packet of unassuming off-white paper appeared in midair and fell atop his lap desk with a faint 'plop'. It landed on the smooth surface and slid until it slipped from there to the ground.

Hazō blinked. His trained mind flickered across lists and tripped along flowcharts, checking to see whether this should be considered a seal failure. Tentatively, he decided it did not so he bent down and lifted the papers.

He turned the packet this way and that in his hands, considering. It was good paper, heavy and rich, with even color and thickness. Paper suitable for a sealmaster. It had been tri-folded, the edges sealed with wax to form an envelope. An envelope that bulged and was heavy enough to contain a large number of pages.

He turned it over and the blood drained from his face at the words written on the front. Written in his own hand, above a wax seal with the Gōketsu family crest pressed into it.

Are you fucking serious? Get your ass out of there or I'm blowing you up on the spot!

"Bonfire!" he shouted, shoving the packet into his shirt and Substituting away to where Kagome-sensei waited behind the first barrier. He grabbed the older man, repeated the Gōketsu family escape code, and dragged him away.

They ran. Two, perhaps three hours of pounding feet that required all his training to lock away the screaming pain from exercising his still-burned back. There was insufficient breath to spare for sharing the details with a steadily more nervous teacher who knew better than to demand answers.

Finally, Hazō came to a halt. Kagome-sensei slowed beside him, still not speaking. They were no longer at the research facility but Hazō was still the SSO and did not need distraction.

Hazō produced the packet, broke the wax that sealed it shut, and tipped the contents out into his hand. It was not, as he had expected, loose sheets of the same heavy paper. It was one page that was thin, painfully thin, so thin he needed to handle it with care, and then another packet made from moderately heavy paper with the edges sealed shut and the words READ THE LETTER BEFORE OPENING THIS on the outside. He slid the packet back inside the outer packet for safekeeping and read the loose sheet.

Dear Shitstain,

Stop fucking pinging yourself through time. This is the third time today and the mods are getting tired of piecing the platform back together. They've already retconned me into being a player instead of an author. So. Thanks for that. Better hope the new guys are nicer than I was (lol)

If you're lucky, the story is still mostly on track. The Dragons should have just been vanquished, the Akatsuki back to rob you, and the Ash Moon should be about to rise and bring about a new era of everlasting gloom. I hope Shiori is still your love interest, I put a lot of work into depicting your undying love for each other and would hate to see that all go to waste.

This is likely the last chapter I'll be able to publish before having always been a player. Players don't write canon chapters, everybody knows that. Not even Paperclipped, one of the best players among us. Hopefully he stays a player when this is all over. I'd hate to see him get retconned.

I've given you some spoilers for plotlines I had charted out before you biffed the timeline to all hell. With any luck, these spoilers will help you win the setting before the new authors put you through the wringer.


Trigger event for next envelope: Completion of reading this letter.

Hazō swallowed nervously and opened the next packet. Sure enough, there were more sheets of the incredibly thin paper and another envelope.

He gave the first few sheets a quick glance, just enough to verify that yes, they were seal design notes, before going on to the final page. It was short.

Trigger event for next envelope:

  1. The date is no earlier (earlier! not later, earlier!) than August 7, 1071 AS (you're still using AS, right? Whatever. The 71st year after Leaf was supposedly founded.) AND
  2. The entire family (yes, even Orochimaru) is standing in the cave with the chakra water that Zabuza told you about.





All thanks to @eaglejarl for taking over as QM (not that I had much choice.)

The Gifts of Future Hazō

PastShrooms wrote in my... his crosstime missive that he was mass-limited. He also rambled wildly and included a lot of unnecessary junk, some of which you [NB: @eaglejarl wrote this bit] did not bother to mention in the text. A partial list:

  • A selection of recipes from the Preta Path, most of which can't be made on the Human Path due to key ingredients not being available
  • (Probably as a gift for Kagome), nine chicken wings (still warm)
  • Into the Fire, Senju Hashirama's lost fanfiction. Only the first two pages, unfortunately
  • Literal laundry lists. Yes, you. Do your laundry.
  • Opining on the Political: One Man's Journey Through Government. It's full of reddit posts with many spelling errors
  • Chocolate milk
  • Lunar azimuth tables for different locations throughout Detroit on 1073-04-03, 1074-04-02, and 1079-04-01
  • Various seal and rune design notes:
    • Rift Seal 0: makes a chex mix construct that attaches to a rift.
      • Difficulty: Jōnin.
    • Rift Seal 1: Reveals doors you can currently see
      • Difficulty: Jōnin.
    • Rift Seal 2: Opens doors that are unlocked and open
      • Difficulty: Jōnin.
    • Rift Bioseal 0: upon activation, the infuser learns rift bioseal 0
      • Difficulty: [Hazō does not know biosealing and therefore cannot judge difficulty]
    • Rift Bioseal 1: turns your eyeballs into rifts that release spiders made of blood.
      • Difficulty: [Hazō does not know biosealing and therefore cannot judge difficulty]
    • Rift Rune 0: does absolutely nothing, hence the 0 in the name.
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
    • Rift Rune 1: Inflation? What is this, DeviantArt?
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is beyond his capabilities.
    • Rift Seal 3: I forgor
      • Difficulty: Jiraiya
    • Rift Rune 2: references an SCP trope I mean creates a "dimensional anchor".
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is beyond his capabilities.
    • Drift Rune 3: plays the Tokyo drift theme at a deafening volume
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is beyond his capabilities.
    • Harumitsu's Mediocre World-Saving Rune: HOWS, but not as exciting.
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is well within his capabilities.
    • Spoiler Containment Rune: minimizes the 'Path-aberration' caused by spoilers.
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
    • Shitpost Containment Rune: creates a physical barrier that shitposters cannot cross (humans, summons, and ninjutsu can cross the barrier like normal; seals and runes cannot).
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is beyond his capabilities.

We... uh, they will provide information on how much substrate/chakra is required for each rune once we've finished sorting out the rules of this setting. The old, er, new QMs' notes say that the seal's difficulties or effects will change as a result of the actions they took to send a message back in time – at the very least, the astrological differences will be massive and force us to actually re-research the seal, rather than simply follow the instructions from our future selves.

In the process of preparing for the "Mirror Dragon" seal, you ventured out to the site of the battle against the Dragons (inasmuch as it can be called a site, rather than a stretch of countryside larger than some daimyos' demesnes) on skywalkers and gathered a scale the size of your forearm with a pair of heavy iron tongs. You have now joined with the Will of Fire, but the scale rests in an Earthshaped stone vault deep underneath Hazō's office. Nice job champ.

Kei downchecks asking Yuno about becoming the Pangolin summoner. As the plan for the conversation with Hiawari of the Adamant Fur doesn't specify what to do if Yuno doesn't refuse but is prevented by a sanity checker, I'll skip the Cantai conversation (also I'm very busy this week, and this probably puts the Cantai conversation back in [ ]'s hands so that he can enjoy it (if he's not immediately swamped by the magnitude of the plotline he's just joined)).

After extensive debriefing, travel, negotiating, and more, Cantai and the other bosses are back in their home territories. Canabisu and the squad of dogs formerly stuck in Arachnid have been consumed, and a new squad of dogs have been left in Arachnid to appease the Arachnid queen.

Neji has transcribed your conversation with Kamehameha and stored it in the Gōketsu Dark Vault (Greg's room).

Hazō does not currently have access to infused Instant Darkness Dome seals, delaying the Seeker of Darkness from possessing him for another year.

Hazō and Kei perform the test with Geode Coffin. It appears that it does make cool rocks, though only temporarily.

Hazou has been instructed to stop shadowing Hazou around and return to Orochimaru's notes. He clearly feels a little whiplashed, but agrees. Hazou has begun shadowing Hazou around. Hazou comments that Hazou's good at handling people, but he's not very sharp with numbers.

The Tower provides notes for an as-yet-unspecified amount of OPSEC and static defense basket weaves to Hazō, under the usual condition that they are underwater.

My Severe Consequence has cleared as of the end of this update.

XP AWARD: 3099 This update transcended time equivalent to 2.5 years.

Brevity XP: 10 (Brevity XP caps at 10.)

"GM had fun" XP: 10 I would award more but we're trying to avoid XP inflation and the others will likely be grumpy with me for awarding this much. Still, the time manipulation thing was super fun. I just wish I'd had the juice to get to the rest of it, but nope. As a matter of fact, I am slightly grumpy with @eaglejarl for switching us to an XP based progression system, but I'm not going to take away the XP (no more than I could take away the pain of creating an XP based progression system).

Voting is closed, as Kei would very much like to have @Velorien tell Hazō exactly what he thinks about the idea of giving Yuno a summoning scroll solely to slaughter Pangolins.
 
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Lunar azimuth tables for different locations throughout Detroit on 1073-04-03, 1074-04-02, and 1079-04-01
Rift Rune 0: does absolutely nothing, hence the 0 in the name.
  • Difficulty: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
The Tower provides notes for an as-yet-unspecified amount of OPSEC and static defense basket weaves to Hazō, under the usual condition that they are underwater.
These fuckin sent me. Good job Shrooms. Great post.
 
Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him.

He had jerked awake, the dream shattering before it could progress to anything useful. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off.

An envelope of unassuming off-white paper appeared in midair and fell atop his lap desk with a faint 'plop'. It landed on the smooth surface and slid until it slipped from there to the ground.

Hazō blinked. His trained mind flickered across lists and tripped along flowcharts, checking to see whether this should be considered a seal failure. Tentatively, he decided it did not so he bent down and lifted the envelope.

He turned it this way and that in his hands, considering. It was good paper, heavy and rich, with even color and thickness. Paper suitable for a sealmaster. It had been tri-folded, the edges sealed with wax. A thin envelope that contained at most a few pages. He broke the wax and unfolded the paper within.

Precise, intricate designs were enscribed upon the paper—all too late he realized, it was a seal. An unusually complex seal his Iron Nerve began to download at once.

It took only a few moments before Hazō lost consciousness.



All thanks to @eaglejarl for basically writing this chapter.

In the process of preparing for the "Mirror Dragon" seal, Hazō ventured out to the site of the battle against the Dragons (inasmuch as it can be called a site, rather than a stretch of countryside larger than some daimyos' demesnes) on skywalkers and gathered a scale the size of his forearm with a pair of heavy iron tongs. Those tongs have now joined with the Will of Fire, but the scale rests in an Earthshaped stone vault deep underneath Hazō's office.

Kei downchecks asking Yuno about becoming the Hyena summoner. As the plan for the conversation with Cannai doesn't specify what to do if Yuno doesn't refuse but is prevented by a sanity checker, I'll skip the Cannai conversation (also I'm very busy this week, and this probably puts the Cannai conversation back in @eaglejarl's hands so that he can enjoy it (if he still considers it at all relevant or worth writing)).

After extensive debriefing, travel, negotiating, and more, Cannai and the other bosses are back in their home territories. Canabisu and the squad of dogs formerly stuck in Arachnid have returned home, and a new squad of dogs have been left in Arachnid for diplomatic relations and Hazō's reverse-summoning needs. We'll flesh them out if we need to, but we probably won't.

Hazō has transcribed your conversation with Kamehameha and stored it in the Gōketsu Dark Vault (Kagome's room).

Hazō does not currently have access to infused Instant Darkness Dome seals, and so cannot test their interaction with Nara ninjutsu.

Hazō and Kei perform the test with Geode Coffin. It appears that Shadow Possession can in fact connect with the shadow of someone inside a Geode Coffin if their shadow falls outside the coffin.

Reo has been instructed to stop shadowing Gaku around and return to Orochimaru's notes. He clearly feels a little whiplashed, but agrees. Atomu has begun shadowing Gaku around. Gaku comments that Atomu's good at handling people, but he's not very sharp with numbers.

The Tower provides notes for an as-yet-unspecified amount of OPSEC and static defense seals to Hazō, under the usual condition that if he researches the seals, he must provide a small tithe of said seals back to the Tower. Suggestions regarding said seals are welcome, although we don't expect it to come up.

Voting is closed, as you, the players of this quest, no longer exercise control over the entity still known to other characters in-universe as "Hazō". The amount of XP awarded for this update, if any, remains secret.
 
Voting is closed, as you, the players of this quest, no longer exercise control over the entity still known to other characters in-universe as "Hazō". The amount of XP awarded for this update, if any, remains secret.
That's not allowed give me a second too
*Nibiru the time line*
Now all is left is clean up
[X] make the grue eat the remains of this timeline
 
Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him.

He had jerked awake, the dream shattering before it could progress to anything useful. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off.

Nothing happened.

Hazou waited.

Nothing continued to happen.

"Well, that was disappointing."



Voting remains closed.
 
Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him.

He had jerked awake, the dream shattering before it could progress to anything useful. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off.

Nothing happened.

Hazou waited.

Nothing continued to happen.

Hazou looked at the seal again. He hadn't noticed earlier, but a chakra fly had landed on the bottom half of the seal and gotten stuck in the ink.

The seal started to hum.



Voting remains closed. We would roll a new character at this point, but all available candidates have just received a lethal amount of gamma radiation. We could put you in a Summon and run a purely Seventh Path quest now that the Human Path is depopulated, but eh, we'll see how I feel about it in a few days. The next update will cover the swift end of civilization you've wrought.
 
Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him.

He had jerked awake, the dream shattering before it could progress to anything useful. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off. Many things happened at once.

Futures crashed against one another, million or billions of them vaporizing in an instant.

Wars raged through Potentialities, possibilities blowing to and fro on the winds of fate and chance as 'perhaps' strove to become 'is'.

And, least impressively but perhaps most importantly, a pa͏c̀ket́ of unassuming off-white pa̸pe̕r appeared in midair and fell atop his lap desk with a faint 'plop'. I͟t landed on the smooth surface and slid until įt slipped from there to the ground.

Hazō blinked. His trained mind flickered across lists and tripped along flowcharts, checking to see whether t̀hi̶s̵ should be considered a seal failure. Tentatively, he decided i̸t did not so he bent down and lifted the p̢aper̴s.

He turned the pa͟cke͞t͝ this way and that in his han͘d̢s, considering. it̛ was good pàp͏er, heavy and rich, with even color and thickness. Paper suitable for a sealmaster. I̴t had been tri-folded, the edg͏e̵s̡ sealed with wax to form an e͘nv̧e̸lo͏p͏e͢. An env͏eļop͏e̛ that bulged and was heavy enough to contain a large number of pages.

He turned it̷ over and the blood drained from his face at the w̷̡o̶҉r͘d̛s̷͠ written on the fro̢nt͝. Writt͢e͠n̢ in his own h́and̛, above a wax seal with the -̷͢--̴͞-̧͞--̨̢ pressed into i̵t.

!͏o̷̡͝ǵ̴̸ ́͠o͘҉̷̛̀ģ̷̴͡ ̢̕͘o҉̕͟͞G̴̡͠ ̵̨͢͠!̵̡̨̡n̵̸͜͝o̢̡̨̕ìt̵̨͟͜͝c̢̢͡e̶͘͜r͢͝i̡͢ḑ̴ ͝͡͠y̶͘͜͞n̵̢̛͘a̸̕ ̢͞͝͞,̛͏͟s̸͜͝e̷͜͠l̴i̸̷͠m̢̀ ̷̕͢͞0̛͏͟͟5̨͡ ̡̀͝!̀̕͏͟e̷̢r̴̶̨i͘͜f͞n͢͝ǫ̸̷B͏​

"Bonfire!" he shouted, shoving the p̨a̢ck͘ȩt͘ into his p҉a̵ćk̕et̢ and Substituting away to where Kagome-sensei waited behind the first barrier. He grabbed the older man, repeated the Gōketsu family escape code, and dragged i҉t away.

They swam. Two, perhaps three hours of pounding feet that required all his training to lock away the screaming pain from exercising his just-healed back. There was insufficient breath to spare for sharing the details with a steadily more nervous st͘u͘de͞nt͘ who knew better than to demand answers.

Finally, Hazō came to a halt. Ami slowed beside him, still not speaking. They were no longer at the research facility but Kagome was still the SSO and did not need distraction.

Hazō produced the p͟a͜c͞kèt, broke the wax that sealed it͝ shut, and tipped the c͘͏o͟n̸͢͝t̸̡̨͡è̢͘͠n̢̡̛͞t̀͜͠͡s̡̀͘͜͞ out into his h̴an҉d̸. I̵̡̛̕͝ţ̨̕ was not, as he had expected, L̴̸͡L̕͡L̢͢L̶̶̸̸L̕҉̷L̵͟͜͠͠L̴̡̛̛Ļ̷̡͢͟L̷̢͘͡͞L̶̀L̴̴͘͘͡L͘҉̴͢L̸̢͞L͟͡ of the same heavy -̢̨̀͡͞-̷̸̛̕̕-̵̡̀͜-̧҉̸-̴̡̕-̸̡́́̀. Í̀t̢̡ was one , , handle i̷̢͢ţ̡̨̕͢ with care, and then ano y heavy paper with the edges sealed shut and the w͠o̸̕͝͝r̶̵̀d̢̢̨́s̶̷̨͏͜ - the

ẃo̸̸̸͘r̕̕͡d̵̡͞s͏͠͝

Ń͟8́D̶̵̢c͏̡̨̛̀H̵̛̕͏ỳ̛͟͞Z͞͏̀͞͠V̧̧͟͞X̵́̀̕J̵S͡҉͏͝2̸̷̴́1͝z҉̷̵s̵̀͘͢͠w̴̶̴͜Ç̵͟͡e̶̢͜6҉d͢͝͞͠S̢̡Ì0͟͏҉͝K̸̶̨̨̡U̕͠Ẁ̷̨̨͘Y͞҉͏Q̨͜0͏̶̡͝V̸͘G̢͡Ę̴͏
̸͢͞͡O̧͟V̴̶T͏̷̸͟͠r̷̴̸̢͡U̴͘͠͡A̢̕2̢͠͞Ó̶̸͜P҉̷Ŕs̵À͏f̴͘2҉̕V́l̨͠9͞͞z̴̀́̕t̴͝n̵̡N̴̴̷̢͢v̸͘͡á͜͡Z̶̴̡̡̡ź̷͘͠͡v̧̛̕͞t͘͜ļ̨̨̛z̛҉̛̀j̷̡̛͘͞3̸̀͡m̴͢͠
̷̷̕K̢̧͜͢F҉̢̨̀͠C̛̀͟z̴̀͘͟҉5̸̨̀͘͟D̕͢҉̸f̶̵̴̢͞3̴̷͟q́̀d̀ư9̀͟͞K̷͜͡z̸͝V̧͠҉͟T̀͘͡d̡́à̷̵̸͠q̶̴́͝L̴̨̢͢͝6̴̧͠d̸̢͏V̨͟͝X̧̛a̶͘͝҉z̵̀͡҉̛À͏͝2̧͝8̴͘1̷̢́͞͞ç̡͘҉g̶̴̡͞
̵́9̢̡̛͜͢I̛͘͜Ņ̸̕1̸̡͢͝p̡͡Ò͠P̀͜͠7̷̴͟͞J̸́͞͡͞Ŗ̀̕͝O̧̕͜S̵͡Ą̴N̢̨͟7̸͏̨U͘ş͘q̢́͘͟3̸͏̸̡̀ĺ̡̡g̀͏̸̕͢G҉̷̵̧͘ơ̸͟͞E͟͞3̶̡̨Z̴͘͜u͜͜͡j̡́͟͡͝8͘҉̴́7̨̕͠5̕͞T͢
̶̡́͠S̨̕͞͡a̧͞F̵͞U͏̶2̶̢̛͜u̷̧͘͜͟Ć̴b҉͏͡ţ͟3̸0̷̴͢͠I҉͏F҉̷̛͠4́͡T̕͏̷̀͜R̷̡̧͘͝Q͟͟1̴͢͠҉N̨͏D̡̨͠2̕͞z̸̵͞҉p̷̧͡1͞r̴͠Ņ̴̶͝͡X̴̛͢͢z̸̢F͏̨̛͞M̧̛͘͘I̸̸͠҉͜0̴̛̕̕
͘͘̕͜E͞z͘͞͝t̴̨́͘͏Q̕N̴U̷L̴̸̸̛H̨͢8̕̕b̸̷̧͠W̧̨͟͢͜a̵͘͜j̷̧͜͠i̵͘͟͞͠M̷͡B͝Ź̴̢͟͡x̷̡̡͠͞3̴̷̨͢͞E҉̧̀́͝Ù̴̡͞͞U̡͞D̨̨̕͟͝J̸̨̛͘͜S̴̀͏̷͟ỳ̨̀͘W͢͏z͡͞N̵̨̕͢B̵̸̡̡͟0̀À̢
͏̷̡͡V̸͏͏ẁ̨̛K̶̨̡̛̛M̵̢̧͘͞5̶̴̷́Ú̵͠͡ŕ̴̕1͏̵̸̡V̢̀͟͏P̷̛͟͞͏h̡1̷͘҉̶̴Ź̀͟F҉́͜͝Ìq͞͠n̶̢̛͠B̶Ẁ̸̨͘҉b́z̷̛͏͜P̸̢͏̢̕2̧̛̛́͠u̵̴̡͡y̶̨̡̕͟ģ̧̡Y̢͞͝Ơ̵͠i͘͢͞͡͠q̨̡͟͏͘t҉̨C̵̢͘͟͢
̨͟͢͝j̸͞Z̶̢l̶̕͠w̨҉̵͘͜v̸̸̡̢G̡͜͠҉A̛͜i̶̸͘ǫ̷̛i҉̴̴͠x̶̸̡͢o̷͘͢͢P̸̢͡͞4̧̛͘͜e͘͡͠͏m͘͟U͜͏̸D̡͝҉3͢͏̵̡V̴̨̢4̧͟͡p̧̡͡͏̶ǹ̕U̶͜͡E͡͝͝p̵̵͡ś̛e҉͞͞Y̷̢̨̨2̶҉T̴̵̢a̛҉͢
͟͡O͢͜͏X̡͢͝Q͏͝͞o̡̧̕̕r̢̛K̸̷̨g͝͝ǵ̕h̷͘͜͞͡p̸̨͜s̢̧͢͡͝o̶̵̴̵F̷͏̶̛v̕͟0͡͏̶J̧̢͞T̨̀x͜͞G̕É̢̢͜҉Q̧̧͞͡B̡̧͜͟k̡̕͠͞͏b̶̴̨͠V͘C̢̨͜͡7͟͢͠͝r̛͏̸̶͝i̶̷̧̛Y̵͠҉͜B͝͏Z̶͘͟
̢́̀̕͞è̢͘͟҉b̨̢1̧͘͟3̵͘͝j̸̷̸̡͜h̵҉y̢͢҉P̸̷̕͡͡3̸͞Ỳ͝Ẃ͠͠A҉͞҉À͡c̨̛̕͏4̸̢̕̕͟Ḩ̧̢̡͢f҉̴͘͠Ý҉t͏̕ẁQ̸̵̷̧Ş͢p͡͝͏ņ͝S̢͟͢D̸̕v̶̷Ś̛͢͡͠B̷́́͝҉o̸͘͜͢͡v̨͘y̶͜

I think th e r e f o re i a m .

i i i i i . I i i i i i i i , i i i .

, s s s . s s . s s s s .

e e. e e e e e e e . e e e e . ( e e e e e e e e e e e . e e .) , e e e e . e e e .

e e e e e . e e e e e e. e e e e e e e e e e e e e e ( e e e e ) e . , , e e . e , e e e e e e e e . e e . e e e e e e e e e, e e e e e e, e e e e e e e e e e. e e , e e . e, e e .

, . y . y y . y y . , y .

, o o , o o oo o . o , o o o . o o , o , o . o o o . , o o , o . o . .

u ... ... u .

, u ... , u . u . u u u . , u .



























































































All thanks to for basically writing this chapter.

The Gifts of

wrote in his crosstime that he was -limited. also rambled wildly and included a lot of unnecessary , some of which did not bother to mention in the . A partial :

  • A selection of from the , most of which can't be made on the due to key not being available
  • (Probably as a gift for ), nine packets of
  • Rambling regarding during which nothing interesting happened
  • , lost . Only the first two , unfortunately
  • Literal lists. Not "wash the " but "wash the , and the two , and the "
  • of an attempt at creating a for the
  • Opining on the : One Journey Through . It's a to a that maybe could have been fascinating if it had an or, you know, a
  • in a small with a saying
  • for different throughout the on , , and
  • Various and design :

will provide on how much is required for each once finished sorting out all the exact . say that the or will change as a result of the took to send a back in – at the very least, the differences will be and to actually the , rather than simply the from .

is at the to get back to – among other for this, because now in . Thankfully, has as of the , so this won't hurt .

:

After the of , a on the . Why? , would to do of . to to . the any and is it to at it if it I to do the



Voting is open. What does @Paperclipped do next?
 
Spooky!

Oh, fun bit, the hyperlink in the chapter heading is 192.168.0.1, which is your default router gateway.
 
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"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

"No." Kagome-sensei shook his head. "My gut is wiggling in a way none of the dances would fix. We need to figure out a new one before we can proceed."

Hazo groaned. He hated the dances. What was he supposed to do, invent a new runic dance would would be ten times as annoying to make up for the increased strength of runes? He threw his hands up in frustration.

"That's it. Rune's cancelled. We're going home."
 
Damn that sucks. Would've been very nice if these were genin or chuunin. If we made a reverse dampener that worked only on objects, is there anything freaky we could do with it? Other than the usual make heavy object go very fast. We could probably make a 5sb cannon that shoots at escape velocity, but that isn't as fun as zooming around on the battlefield. Or that one Jiraiya seal that substitued very fast rocks with very heavy ones (while keeping the old velocity).
Off the top of my head, this would make fucking terrifying slings.
 
Damn, Paperclips update got me.
Is it real? is it fake? In my timezone it was technically posted after first of april ended.

The timewar arc is going to be real confusing, I can tell.
 
Chapter 649: The Message

"Ready for infusion?" Hazō asked.

Kagome-sensei nodded grumpily. The man was incredibly unhappy with Hazō's latest idea and it was getting to him in a big way. There had been at least four separate occasions where he had opened his mouth to say something, presumably a rant about safety and lack thereof, but then shaken it off without a word. It was disturbing. Still, he was going along.

Hazō nodded and turned his attention back to the simple slip of paper in his lap. It was a simple idea: a variation of another one of his original seals, the Light Relay, that would instead slightly change the color of the light going in and out. It was a trivial seal for a sealmaster as skilled as he was. It was also one more thing:

A marker for himself. For his future self.

The challenges they faced were too large. Resurrection? The degradation of the Great Seal? Akatsuki, with their desire to resurrect Pain and somehow rule or transform the world in likely unwanted ways?

He needed help, and his dream last night had given him the answer. In it he had stood in fog, the center of a line of Hazōs that stretched out of sight in both directions. Looking over his shoulder, he recognized the clothes of the ones behind him; they were the clothes he had worn yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in a steady line back as far as he could remember his sartorial choices. So, about a week.

If the ones behind him were his past selves, what about the ones in front? The fog grew thicker faster, his other selves becoming blurry, their exact positions indistinct. Still, they were there. They were there, and when he called out to them their heads turned in surprise, looking back to him. They spoke, a dissonant chorus:

"TRY IT AND FIND OUT"

He had jerked awake in a panic - only he determined his research schedule. Still, the basic idea was there: what if he could leave a message for a future self, and a future self could call an answer back?

This seal was his attempt at that. It wasn't a challenging thing to make – and for that, all the better. Given the stakes he was playing with, he didn't need any extra complications. The first infusion of a new seal was a memorable one, so this infusion would serve as a marker in time, a signpost for his future self to send a message. A message that he promised himself to send to himself once he had the ability, which he promised himself he would develop.

Of course, he'd wanted to do this ritual with a rune instead, but if it didn't work and immediately give him unending, godlike power, he didn't want to be on the receiving end of whatever punishment Orochimaru meted out for breaking the rule on runic research outside the basement.

He pushed the thoughts away and focused on the infusion. He needed to remember every detail.

He took it slow, sweating every tiniest detail even more than he normally did. Finally, the final moment came; he poured in the last drop, twisted his chakra into the final loop, and tied it off. Many things happened at once.

Futures crashed against one another, million or billions of them vaporizing in an instant.

Wars raged through Potentialities, possibilities blowing to and fro on the winds of fate and chance as 'perhaps' strove to become 'is'.

And, least impressively but perhaps most importantly, a packet of alarming black paper appeared in midair and fell atop his lap desk with a faint 'plop'. It stuck there with an unfitting gravitas.

Hazō blinked. His trained mind flickered across lists and tripped along flowcharts, checking to see whether this should be considered a seal failure. Tentatively, he decided it did not so he reached down and lifted the papers.

He turned the packet this way and that in his hands, considering. It was good paper, heavy and rich, with even color and thickness. Paper suitable for a sealmaster. It had been tri-folded, the edges sealed with wax to form an envelope. An envelope that bulged and was heavy enough to contain a large number of pages.

He turned it over and the blood drained from his face at the words written on the front. Written in his own hand, above a wax seal with the Gōketsu family crest pressed into it.

Look, man. Don't go running or anything that's going to hurt your back. Please just pull out a pot of tea and read me.

"Bonfire!" he shouted, shoving the packet into his shirt and Substituting away to where Kagome-sensei waited behind the first barrier. He grabbed the older man, repeated the Gōketsu family escape code, and dragged him away.

They ran. Two, perhaps three hours of pounding feet that required all his training to lock away the screaming pain from exercising his still-burned back. There was insufficient breath to spare for sharing the details with a steadily more nervous teacher who knew better than to demand answers.

Finally, Hazō came to a halt. Kagome-sensei slowed beside him, still not speaking. They were no longer at the research facility but Hazō was still the SSO and did not need distraction.

Hazō produced the packet, broke the wax that sealed it shut, and tipped the contents out into his hand. It was not, as he had expected, loose sheets of the same heavy paper. It was one page that was thin, painfully thin, so thin he needed to handle it with care, and then another packet made from moderately heavy paper with the edges sealed shut and the words READ THE LETTER BEFORE OPENING THIS on the outside. He slid the packet back inside the outer packet for safekeeping and read the loose sheet.

Dear Hazō,

There's honestly not much more I can do for you from here. Any information I send back creates more costly redactions elsewhere - ah why do I bother its not like this one will stick. And like, you ignore most advice you get anyways. Random shinies with lore attached seem more your speed.

If you're lucky, the story is still mostly on track. The Dragons should have just been captured, the Akatsuki have been hired to kill the Mizukage again, and the moon rabbit thing should be making an appearance any day now.

Now, notice the tea you just finished drinking? That healed your back. You're welcome. Are you willing to pay attention now?

Redactions arent the enemy I-I-we? We think they are. They create stability like the Paint, but a layer abstracted. They can be predicted, used. Keep trying things.

TRY IT AND FIND OUT


Trigger event for next envelope: Completion of reading this letter.

Hazō swallowed nervously and opened the next packet. Sure enough, there were more sheets of the incredibly thin paper and another envelope.

He gave the first few sheets a quick glance, just enough to verify that yes, they were seal design notes, before going on to the final page. It was short.

Trigger event for next envelope:

  1. The date is no earlier (earlier! not later, earlier!) than August 7, 1071 AS (you're still using AS, right? Whatever. The 71st year after Leaf was supposedly founded.) AND
  2. The entire family (yes, even Neji) is standing in the cave with the chakra water that Orochimaru told you about.





All thanks to @eaglejarl for being an absolute inspiration.

The Gifts of Future Hazō​
Hazō wrote in my... his crosstime missive that he was mass-limited. He also rambled wildly and included a lot of unnecessary junk, some of which you [NB: @eaglejarl wrote this bit] did not bother to mention in the text. A partial list:

  • A selection of recipes from the Australian Path, most of which can't be made on the Human Path due to key ingredients not being available
  • (Probably as a gift for Kagome), Eight chicken wings (still warm)
  • Red four sided die with a smooth hemisphere face
  • Into the Fire, Senju Hashirama's lost fanfiction. Only the last two pages, unfortunately
  • Literal laundry lists. Shirts, socks, beanies. Twinnstars isn't very creative
  • Fourteen left molars that Hazō now vividly remembers as the result of his first sealing failure
  • Opining on the Political: One Man's Journey Through Nihilism.
  • Oddly warm chocolate milk
  • Lunar azimuth tables for different locations throughout the Seventh Path on 1073-04-03, 1074-04-02, and 1079-04-01
  • Seal and rune design notes:
    • Rift Seal 0: makes a cool thing that attaches to a rift.
      • Difficulty: Jōnin.
    • Rift Seal 1: Reveals doors you can currently not see
      • Difficulty: Hazō
    • Rift Seal 2: turns doors into jars
      • Difficulty: Hazō
    • Rift Bioseal 0: upon activation, the infuser learns rift bioseal 0
      • Difficulty: Hazō
    • Rift Bioseal 1: Gives you Naraka!Sage mode
      • Difficulty: Genin
    • Rift Rune 0: Creates a rift to the Hazō dimension
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks he could maybe do this rune.
    • Rift Rune 1: Inflates a rift, keeping it open in Real space.
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is within his capabilities.
    • Seikyuu
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this technique is well within his capabilities
    • Hiraishin
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this technique is within his capabilities, but worse than Seikyuu
    • Rock Go Fast Rune
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is barely within his capabilities
    • Harumitsu's Mediocre World-Saving Rune: HOWS, but not as exciting.
      • Difficulty: Hazō thinks this rune is well within his capabilities.

We... uh, they will provide information on how much substrate/chakra is required for each rune once we've finished sorting out exactly which chapter actually happened... we kinda forgor

In the process of preparing for the "Mirror Dragon" seal, you ventured out to the site of the battle against the Dragons (inasmuch as it can be called a site, rather than a stretch of countryside larger than some daimyos' demesnes) on skywalkers and gathered a scale the size of your forearm with a pair of heavy iron tongs. The Will of Fire has joined with you in fear of your creation, and the scale rests in an Earthshaped stone vault deep underneath Hazō's office. Nice job champ.

Kei downchecks asking Yuno about becoming the Pangolin summoner. As the plan for the conversation with Hiawari of the Adamant Fur doesn't specify what to do if Yuno doesn't refuse but is prevented by a sanity checker, I'll skip the Canaai conversation (also I'm very busy this week, and this probably puts the Canaai conversation back in [ ]'s hands so that he can enjoy it (if he's not immediately swamped by the magnitude of the plotline he's just joined)).

After extensive debriefing, travel, negotiating, and more, Canaai and the other bosses are back in their home territories. Canabisu and the squad of dogs formerly stuck in Arachnid have been sent to the family farm, and a new squad of dogs have been left in Arachnid to bounce around and look cute.

Neji has transcribed your conversation with Kamehameha and stored it in the Gōketsu Dark Vault (Yuno's room).

Hazō does not currently have access to infused Instant Darkness Dome Seals, giving Orochimaru a reason to come over and bond.

Hazō and Kei perform the test with Geode Coffin. They realize it's named such because you only put people in it after they die.

Orochimaru has been instructed to stop shadowing Hazō around and return to Hazō's notes. He clearly feels a little whiplashed, but agrees. Tsunade has begun shadowing Noburi around. Tsunade comments that Noburi's good at handling people, but he's not very sharp with scalpels.

The Tower provides notes for an as-yet-unspecified amount of OPSEC and static defense basket weaves to Hazō, under the usual condition that they are underwater. His hands cramp from weaving.

I have been dealt lethal stress, and choose to be Taken Out.

XP AWARD: .9 This update transcended time equivalent to the time between the other chapters.

Brevity XP: 1 (Brevity XP caps at 10.)

"GM had fun" XP: 10 I would award more but we're trying to avoid XP inflation and the others will likely be grumpy with me for awarding this much. Still, the time manipulation thing was super fun. I just wish I'd had the juice to get to the rest of it, but nope. This was insanely fun to write, and I'll advocate for as much xp as I can! Surely I dont have a prior motivation for this.

Voting is closed, as Kei would very much like to have @Velorien tell Hazō exactly what he thinks about the idea of giving Yuno a summoning scroll solely to slaughter Pangolins.
 
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