Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 4: Daughter Amaterasu Part 2

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Gift.

Used with a capital 'G' even if it's not at the beginning of a sentence. The Shinto demigods use the term Gift to describe the items that their parents gave to them upon their birthday. The term was used with such importance because it was the only gift they had ever gotten from their parents in a physical, tangible, hand-held sense.

Clair's Gift was Sasuke's Mangekyou, in order to better harness her Amaterasu powers.

Percy's Gift was his mother's skeleton turned into a weapon that he was born to wield.

All of the other demigods had their own Gifts as well, and when they are introduced personally, so too will their Gifts. But that probably won't happen until the Last Olympian, so sit down, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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Percy spun his scythe around his body with expert skill and precision. Clair swung and swiped her glowing sword with practiced ease. Both combatants were on offense, while at the same time, on defense. Percy's scythe blocked with the shaft while the blade and pelvic bone attacked. Clair spun and twirled, dancing away from each strike like she was in a ballet, while also slashing with her katana.

Neither were trying to kill or even slightly injure. To them, this was a cute little warmup before they started using chakra to enhance their bodies to really start venting their frustrations on the other. To the audience, they saw a beautiful dance of white and red, but they had to cover their ears because the din of clashing metal was so loud.

Percy grinned, before swiping low with his scythe, to which Clair responded with a high backflip that planted her on top of a tree.

"Let's kick this shit up a notch!" the son of Jashin cackled.

Clair shrugged, before she closed her right eye while her left glowed brightly. Percy giggled, before vanishing in a burst of speed just as the ground he was just standing upon ignited with black fire hot enough to turn twenty feet of surrounding snow into gas. Clair turned her head, tracking her Percy's high speed movements. Everything she looked at became bathed in fire hot as the sun and black as the night.

When things began to turn into burning ash, the campers and Hunters took that as their cue to get the Hades away before they got caught in the crossfire.

Clair's eye caught up with Percy, and a dark smile graced her face at hearing his howls of pain as he was burned...then he turned into a log, which was turned into ashes, which was turned into oblivion. The daughter of Amaterasu furrowed her brow, before she looked up.

"Found you! Inferno Style: Flame Control!"

Clair closed her left eye, and opened her right, the ellipses glowing just as brightly as the other. Flame Control was a rather diverse, ambiguous jutsu, that bent the black flames of the Amaterasu to the user's will. In this case, Clair wanted her fire to surge upward in a multitude of tendrils with draconic heads at the top.

Percy cackled, and just before the Amaterasu could engulf him, he defied physics by drastically increasing his velocity with a burst of concentrated chakra, zooming down with speed that threw Clair for a loop. The son of Jashin decapitated the daughter of Amaterasu with clean slice. The universe seemed to freeze for a bit, before Clair corpse burst into black flames.

Inferno Clone. That hadn't been the real Clair at all. Percy appeared next to the real Clair hidden behind a tree. The girl was not startled. "You're not venting," he sang. Clair frowned, "I'm trying not to burn this place to the ground."

"Oh, come on~. They have a god here. He'll just snap his fingers and everything we do will be fixed. This is a rare opportunity for both of us to cut loose and destroy some shit while venting some of that emotional baggage generated by our abusive fucking mothers."