Waiting Game

Chapter 34

"Brother?" The woman asked cooly, tilting her head but keeping her aristocratic features calm. "I didn't think I'd see you again for a long time."

"I hoped I wouldn't see you either," the Shinigami sneered, biting down on the handle of the tanto in his mouth. "Sadly, it isn't your time to go to hell."

"Tch," Kaguya clicked her tongue, looking past the translucent spirit of her dead brother. She had killed him when she learned that he had chakra as well, not wanting her coveted power to fall to the likes of him. She would soon kill her sons as well, but she needed to lull them into a false sense of security to avoid a fight that was below her. "You would never be able to see me die. I have become a god, remember? There is no killing an immortal."

"Not usually, no," the Shinigami agreed, a sick smile twisting his chapped lips. "But there is a way to kill you. Through a prophecy told by another god."

Kaguya's Byakugan eyes snapped back to the spirit, and she roared as she threw a punch at him. Her fist merely fell through his body, as he was a spirit and not corporeal.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Through the bloodline of your sons, through the intermingling of my chakra and their descendants," the Shinigami began, his words becoming powerful as they were being written in fate. "One person. One that resembles that of another, will be gifted the power to destroy gods. And there will be nothing left of the Otsutsuki clan with your death."

"NO!" But she felt it. Those words became true. Her eyes, filled with rage, glared at her estranged brother. Then, she added onto the prophecy when the Shinigami had finally left her presence. Her voice was cold as she enacted her final revenge on her brother, no matter how futile. "The prophesied one shall meet their end with the death of the Otsutsuki. The death of the goddess of the Otsutsuki will not have been in vain. And the deaths of her sons will happen in the lifetime of the gods."

With that, the prophecy ended.

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I quickly jumped back as a sharp pillar of wood shot by my head, chopping off a lock of my hair. However, I didn't have any time to think as another was sent at my neck.

I knew once he began using Mokuton.

I couldn't afford to waste any chakra, or any opportunity.

The ANBU didn't simply stop moving, even when he was doing hand signs. He was jumping around, thinning my attention between finding out where he would be next and dodging whatever Jutsu he would send at me. My eyes were burning with chakra, and my head was completely on concentration.

Each golden line in front of me wavered, splitting into three more then broke off in my sight. I could tell that my kekkei genkai was trying to keep up with the vast skill difference between us with the finicky way it was acting.

But I swore that the skill level wouldn't stand between me and my anger directed at them. Against the way that they would restrain me simply for glaring at their esteemed leader. I pushed off of my feet and to the side to escape roots growing up from the roof and wrapping tightly around where I had been just a moment before, scowling deeply and senbon spinning in between my fingers.

The fight between two completely unique kekkei genkai- or Wood Release would have been completely unique if it had been limited to only Senju Hashirama.