Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 30: Grand Finale Part 1

Piper's Ōkō Katachi was a humanoid machine big enough to swallow a man whole. Clair's Ōkō Katachi was a wolf the size of a quarry dump truck that radiated enough heat to melt everything around it. Percy's Ōkō Katachi was a fifteen-foot skeletal beast with a black cloth around its lower half, a jackal skull for a head, and bat wings on its shoulder blades.

The Personalities' Ōkō Katachi was a little weird.

To say Collin was powerful was like saying Madara was okay. It was a gross understatement. The son of Izanagi had the Rinnegan, and literally more chakra than all present demigods. He could use the Six Paths, he could use Limbo: Border Jail, and he could use Truth-Seeking Orbs to great effect.

Collin was so skilled and powerful that Pyro, Zach, Geo, Aquario, Zero, Void, Hanzo, and Chicago were finding themselves in an unprecedented situation. In light of this situation, the eight brothers shared a look, and nodded.

Then they struck a pose.

They all glowed their respective colors, their chakras ramping up. As one they cried "Ōkō Katachi!"

There was a tremendous crack as they all started to violently vibrate, glowing ever brighter as they began to slide together, their colors blending, their images laying into one, singular entity. The colors blended to gray, swirling into a single pillar of grey light, before swirling tightly into nothing. Left standing was an older teen of the exact facial features and body type as the Personalities, this one's color scheme being gray.

His eyes opened, and though he was but one soul, made whole, his chakra was easily on par with Collin's now, as was Percy's.

"My name...is Primo."

"Didn't ask, didn't care," Collin said. He eyed the four Rampant Forms bearing down on him, and found himself heavily outmuscled. Now his chakra, which was once sizable enough to defeat all four of theirs combined, was now like comparing a genin to a Kage.

Laughable.

In his current situation, it was best to fight fire with fire. "Ōkō Katachi."

His black hair lengthened to past his waist and turned bleached white. Horns sprouted from his forehead, and his eyes turned red, tomoe appearing on the rings of his Rinnegan. Nothing beyond that and a massive increase in chakra. As was customary of all power-ups.

"Now, let us begin Round Two," Collin declared, readying his shihakusho staff.

The four demigods sprang forward, splintering the surrounding ground for ten whole miles, throwing up clouds of dust high enough to blot the moon, and upheaving mountainous chunks of land.

Collin's red eyes glowed. "Almighty Push!"

The repulsive wave sent Primo, Piper, Percy and Clair flying away, while also dispelling the dust clouds and flattening the upheaved earth. And then a voice whispered in his ear.

"Not bad..."

Collin's vision went wonky when he felt a cold, minute bite pass through the middle of his face. Half of his vision stayed focused forward, while the other half went tumbling down to the ground. The falling half revealed something strange to Collin: there was a person around the same age as him, boy or girl he couldn't tell, wearing the traditional garb of a member of the fabled Akatsuki. The cause for his vision problems also became evident: his head had been sliced in two through the center of his eyeballs.

Upon that revelation, his visions went dark, and the son of Izanagi was left wondering how he was snuck upon so easily, and why, for all his power, he was killed so easily.