God of the Multiverse: A Shinobi's Destiny

Chapter 18

"You thought i was dead and gone, but you should've known me better." A black cloaked man spoke, overlooking the village of Konoha with his bandage wrapped right hand outstretched so in his view the entire village sat on his palm.

Sitting on the branch of one of the tallest trees surrounding the village, the man's cloak was covered in crimson clouds, and on the back had the Sora Kanji for Sky.

His hooded cloak covered his head down and opened around the waist to not get in his way while fighting or moving about, as he wore dark black pants with open toed sandles on his bandaged feet.

"Come Karito, it's almost time we start."

By his side was another man with a similar cloak, spiky orange hair, a rain village headband with a slash through it, pale purple Rinnegan eyes, and many black rod like piercings in his nose and ears.

"Of course, Nagato, it's been so long since I've seen their faces."

The man said as the orange haired man soon walked into the tree.

Making a crushing gesture with his hand before looking towards you, his cold crimson eyes resembled the Rinnegan with thin white circles filled with murderous intent.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop, you know." As he spoke, the surroundings suddenly shifted into darkness as he soon held an entire planet resembling earth in his hand before crushing it.

"I may not be a god yet, but it's still enough to cross the fourth wall. Now's not the time to view my story, run along, or I'll have to gut you."

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Four days passed in the blink of an eye as Shinku waited in what looked like a dim torch lit warroom with a map of the world in the center on a large table.

After arriving at the Tavern earlier, Summer had guided him to the back and down another flight of winding stairs. It was only then that the man noticed the almost imperceptible traces of space Fūinjutsu allowing the seemingly dead tower to hide such a massive underground facility.

This also made Shinku wonder who the artisan and Fūinjutsu master were that crafted such an intricate design if he hadn't realized it until now.

The two had eventually reached the end of the stairs, revealing the massive limestone room lined with ancient barbaric weapons to the current Era.

On the ceiling were almost indecipherable diagrams that told a story or history.

"Now then, hot stuff, why don't we have ourselves a little... intimate discussion before Odin arrives." Summer soon took Shinku's hand and led him over toward a sofa on the other side of the room.

Letting himself be dragged over to it, Shinku sighed, seeing how Summer, whom he had gotten guite close to over the months, had made another attempt at bedding him.

Unfortunately for her, this attempt still didn't bear any fruit as the moment the two reached the sofa, Shinku had knocked her out with a gentle acupuncture press before laying her down and sat beside her as he waited for Odin to arrive.

Shinku's gaze swept over the ceiling, committing the tale to his memory on the very slim chance of it coming in hand one day.

Images of the moon, sun, a tree, and a fruit. A horned woman who was being worshiped, two men opposing one another. A horned man who was being stabbed by the woman. A flood and a war.

Step... Step... Step...

"I suppose I kept you waiting..."

Shinku soon shifted his gaze to Odin, who had just entered the hall with a white-haired red eyed boy at his side.