Location: Outskirts of the Land of Whirlpools
Time: Mid-Morning
Mission Status: En Route
The mission was quite a simple one—just delivering those items to the Uzumaki present. It should have been easy, really. Nothing too hard.
Except... Aizen existed. And if Seijuro was right, that bastard had summoned the full Gedo Statue, so... hum... a certain grandpa was kicked off his life support. He was still alive somehow, using the remaining husk for himself—though that only bought him, like, 10-ish extra years.
But oh well.
Aizen was in the process of making the strongest Ten-Tails to ever exist, and with Seijuro sending in that Sage Chakra from the toads and slugs, all that Aizen had to do now was add the snakes, and just like that—the perfect balance could be found.
Seijuro looked over the mission details with Tsunade.
"From our reports, Aizen Sōsuke will not attack unless provoked or if you have something that belongs to the Uzumaki," he said calmly.
"Since when did an Aizen Sōsuke exist? I do not remember such an Uzumaki," Tsunade said with a thoughtful expression.
"If I may ask, why do you believe so?" he asked, looking up at his sensei.
"Grandma Mito had very good contact with the Uzumaki. If an Uzumaki genius were to rise up, she would know—and she would have told me about it in one of her many long stories," Tsunade said, thinking deeply.
"Well, he has half white hair, half red hair, so maybe he is half Uzumaki," Seijuro said calmly.
"Now that you mention it... he kinda looks like you," Tsunade said, looking at the posters.
"While we do share similar traits, Aizen Sōsuke possesses the Rinnegan, while I do not. He is an Uzumaki, while I am simply a Kurama."
"Didn't your dad have white hair?" Tsunade asked, a questioning look on her face.
"Sensei... he is not my long-lost brother," he said, sighing.
How sad. She would've been willing to bet money on that fact. This was truly sad.
Anyway, his attention drifted back to Kushina, who had a pep in her step. She looked happy and giddy.
Oh yeah, they were going back to her former village. She was wondering who was back and all. She was quite giddy about it—the Uzumaki Village was back. Maybe she could get to see her aunty again.
At this time, hundreds of Uzumaki were being rescued and delivered back to the village. And anyone found to be selling them like slaves was hunted down to extinction—all of their bloodline was hunted. Unless, of course, someone in their bloodline snitched. Whoever snitched would be free—and the rest of the family, for that matter. If someone snitched and the ones alive weren't affiliated, they would be left alone.
This little method made sure that becoming a snitch was... encouraged.
Just like you. Yes, you. If you were given a 40-year sentence in a jail alone with the body warrior and Diddy himself, you would 100% snitch on your homeboy. This was what was happening now.
Kushina was happy. Her smile—quite radiant, kind of like the sun. How nice of her.
Everything was going great—amazing, even... well, that was until Seijuro's senses picked up on something.
It felt like a hole in space was being ripped open.
Looking up, he saw it.
What seemed to be a tear in reality could be seen.
Coming out of that tear... was an alien. Wearing white robes. Even his skin was white. He had the Hyūga Byakugan, and seemed to carry around a fishing pole... for some odd reason.
This guy was the same person who, in the future, would bully future Sasuke... but die to a bunch of Genin and Jiraiya.
A bum. The weakest of the Ōtsutsuki clan.
It was none other than the biggest fraud ever...
Not now, Nawaki...
Urashiki Ōtsutsuki.
Seijuro's entire body tensed, every cell in him screaming.
The air went still.
Urashiki hovered in the air, slowly lowering to about ten meters above the group like some demonic angel out of old mythology. His head tilted.
Then—
He saw him.
His eyes locked with Seijuro's.
And that was when it happened.
A smile.
Not one of joy.
Not amusement.
Not even cruelty.
No—this was something worse.
This was recognition.
The way a collector smiles when they spot a one-of-a-kind artifact.
The way a predator grins at a rare prey species once thought extinct.
"...Found you," Urashiki whispered, lips barely parting—but his voice echoed in their minds like a whisper through a cave of screams.
Seijuro took one slow step forward, his cloak fluttering with the shift in pressure.
"...Everyone," he said calmly. "Form up. Defensive perimeter."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed. Mikoto activated her Sharingan. Kushina cracked her knuckles, red chakra already flickering to life.
The other members of the squad quickly moved into formation, especially around Seijuro.
Whatever this creature was, it was coming for him. For some odd reason, it really wanted the fade with him.
A/N....Since his scaling are so ass, I will simply go with his sasuke fight and say he is like fairly stupid, like so arrogant he is stupid, and he underestimate people easily....bum ass Otsutsuki, can breath in space and almost drown, bum.