Chapter 22.1- One Thousand Hands

I’d thought about it. Contemplated and thought about it for a while now. Years even if one aded the time spent in my coma. A summoning creature. I knew that if I begged Tsunade, she’d let me join her contract with Katsuyu and get all the benefits of being a slug summoner, and I knew I had enough leverage over Jiraiaya, emotional or otherwise, to get him to make me a toad summoner, but neither of those creatures would be mine. Not truly. Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Jiraiya were so strong with their summons because those were the animals best suited to them. And that was why I was going to be taking this risk. A lesser known effect of the summoning jutsu was that using it without a contract and with enough chakra would only succeed in reverse summoning the would-be summoner to the creatures most suited to them.

Why didn’t everyone go around doing this? It was dangerous as all hell. First of all, there was the possibility that the creatures would not want to work for the summoner at all and then they’d just kill the summoner and be done with it. Secondly, what happened if the creatures were already allied to another village? I doubted there would be anything positive happening to an Iwa Shinobi who somehow managed to summon himself to the realm of Enma, the Monkey King. Thirdly, what happened if I summoned myself to the realm of creatures that weren’t native to the same environment as I was. Considering how much I loved freedom, I wouldn’t be surprised if my creatures were birds of some sort, so I’d prepared myself for that. I was even wearing a makeshift flight suit that I’d had made outside the clan because now I was banned from doing any sort of experimentation and everyone in the clan had been told to report me if I ever seemed to be doing something suspicious. Damn Tsunade and her Sensei for reporting me to Grandma Mito. Tobirama wouldn’t have cared. He actually found the compound fascinating and wanted to see what we could make using his own blood instead of mine but we couldn’t move forward until the damn bad was over.

If I were a more honest man, I would admit that the ban on experimentation with both fuinjutsu and medical ninjutsu had led me here. I was, for lack of a better word, bored. And this was sure to be entertaining one way or another. Sure that I had all my tools on me and that my flight suit was ready to go, I bit down on my left thumb with more force than my brain wanted to allow. The blood flowed, and flowed freely. Boar → Dog → Bird → Monkey → Ram, I mentally intoned while activating my doujutsu at the same time and slammed my right palm into the ground. All I saw was smoke for a second, and my hopes of getting a sneak peek at the realm between worlds was dashed as I instantly found myself at my destination. At my destination and swallowing water quickly as I’d failed to hold my breath in preparation. Fuck.

*”Is this one supposed to be a summoner? What a fool. Boy, return when you are ready to breathe in our home,”*the giant fucking whale said before nodded at me, and in a second I found myself on the floor, struggling to throw up the water that had rushed into my lungs.

“That was very stupid” I agreed with myself instinctively until I realised I wasn’t the one that spoke and that I was staring into a pair of flashing red eyes. I shut mine instantly, never forgetting the lesson Izuku had taught me in our fight from so long ago.

A/N; Yes, Shori does dumb shit. But this time, he was more prepared- at least he thought he was.