Chapter 43.1- Gamer of the Desert

“Well, fuck” I thought to myself as I stared at literally the worst case scenario right now. The whole entire fucking four tails. This was just some bullshit. There was nothing in his files, or history that recorded that a move like this was even possible, and beyond that even something he'd ever resort to. THere were records of fights between Han and Roshi, and Minato from the fthird war and even when he ran circles around them, never once did they transform into their full tailed beast forms. There was only one perfect jinchuriki out there, and if Iwa had one of their own. Then the’d have started the next war with Konoha much earlier. And if Roshi had the power to transform into the fucking Yonbi, where had he been during the Konoha invasion? These were just some of the completely irrelevant thoughts that took over my mind as I turned tail and fucking ran. 

They said panic cleared the mind, that fear made it easy to focus on only one thing. I guess my brain didn’t get the message, hitting a million and one thoughts at once as I felt myself go from wondering about where Roshi had been hiding a trump card like this to commenting on the colouring of the Yonbi as it jumped clear in the air and landed in front of me with a snarl on its face. 

“You’re very red, Yonbi-san” My mouth said before I could control it, and bless his soul, when the Monkey opened its mouth it was to laugh and not Bijudama me out of existence. Fuck, fuckity, fuck. And to make things worse, with my improved chakra sensing, I could feel the strong chakra presence that just entered my range. Anyone with even a modicum of ability would have felt the Gobi Jinchuriki as it stepped into the Village perimeter. If Roshi had shone like the sun, Han was a fucking supernova. He was fucking everywhere. Nothing compared to the Nuclear Reactor in front of me, but the fact that I could feel his chakra even in the presence of the Yonbi told me all that I needed to know. 

“That was one free one, brat. Next time you call me that, I’ll blow you to dust. The name is Son Goku, nothing else” It said, not saying any more. Of course it wasn’t. It probably didn’t honestly give a fuck about whatever I could come up with to either escape or beat it. It was so comfortably above me on the scale, in its own estimation, that it was fine just laughing and talking with me. 

“I’ve missed this air, y’know. It can get really stuffed up in that cage.” It said, stepping back and beginning to stretch, just enjoying its freedom. I could honestly imagine what Kitsuchi was thinking now. He’d brought Roshi in to secure his village or prepare for war or whatever, and now that same trump card was going to burn down Iwa. In much the same way the Kyuubi hadn’t needed much incentive to attack Konoha, I was sure the Yonbi considered it his solemn duty to ensure that all that remained of Iwa was slag. 

The beast stomped its right foot down once, and it was all I could do to transform my feet into sand and fly upwards. Where I’d stood, there was nothing but lava. Not just where I stood, the entire block Roshi and I had been fighting in. “I agreed to kill you in exchange for Roshi ceding control , and I’ll get on that but only after I have my fun” He said, before stomping his foot again, making the lava rise and encircle him for a few seconds before exploding outwards, landing on building blocks away. 

I hoped none of my ninja got caught up in that. At this point, my mission was an uncontroverted success. The bulk of Iwa’s forces had been converging on my position since my fight with Kitsuchi began, and now that the Yonbi was out and about, even those elements that hadn’t bothered to approach were now committed either to civilian evacuation or attacking the Yonbi. Needless to say, those who took the latter path didn’t get much time to regret their decisions. 

There was something about the way the Yonbi fought. It wasn’t malice or rage, it was just a calm flow, one move bleeding into the next. Every movement he made killed dozens but he somehow managed to make it look like it wasn’t personal. I saw why he called himself the Monkey sage now. He was something else. Some fool part of me wondered what I’d be able to achieve if I had him as a tailed beast instead of the Ichibi. _Along with_, another traitorous part of my body whispered. I actually considered it. Two tailed beasts.I already had a compatible affinity with fire release and earth release on the table for me. Along with that, I could already visualise all the improvements I’d need to make to be able to accommodate a second tenant with my body. Gamer’s body would even help in that it would manage to prevent me from actually crippling myself if things did go wrong. 

The worst that could happen is that it just wouldn’t work. But on the other hand, I had to think about the possible downsides that would come with it even if it did succeed. My chakra control would be shot to all seven hells. The recovery time would also be something else. Not medically, but returning all my skills. I also had no idea how the One tails and the Four tails would react to inhabiting my body together. Even sealing it would be an immense bother. I had no idea if I could manage to keep a clone active while having that kind of upheaval with my chakra network. If the clone popped halfway through then the Yonbi would be unleashed and I’d  And finally and perhaps most notably, I had no way to take out the fucking Beast of mass destruction. None that I could think of right now, at least. 

I should escape. I probably should just call it a day with my mission accomplished and fly off into the sunset with all the things I needed. But I was greedy. Even though I knew it was stupid, I wanted the fucking Yonbi for myself. I wanted sage mode, and who better than the fucking monkey sage to teach me. My body had been unconsciously salivating for this fight. I could feel it. I could tell as many lies to myself as I wanted to, but the truth of the matter was that I relished the challenge. I wanted to fucking fight. 

Mind made up, my legs became legs beneath me, rested on a sand platform I created with sand from my inventory. Sand manipulation was going to be next to useless against this creature. It was my natural counter in a lot of ways. But that also made it the worst opponent to be faced with me right now. It wouldn’t get the vanilla and boring shit. It wasn’t going to be fought in tried and true ways. No, I’d have to get inventive. And that would be fun for me, but so fucking painful for it. 

“Prepare yourself, Yonbi” I shouted, staring right down at it. 

“You dare??” It’s roar nearly knocked me off the platform. 

“I’m cominggggg” I screamed as I jumped down, heading right for it. I didn’t do it unconsciously, but I could feel it form off its own accord. Everyone who looked at me as I dropped must have thought me to be insane. I was smiling. Bright as could be.