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So, smack em power stones down lads. Lets say, smack fifty power stones down, and I'll upload the stupid long omake I did of Daiki ending up in Bleach in an hour or two, for shits and giggles. And another update later as well.
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Personally, Daiki didn't think understanding both sides of an ability was anything special. Everything had a cause and effect. And everything was different depending on context.
Killing a pregnant woman was evil. But what if said pregnant woman was a mass murderer who had experimented on herself so she'd give birth to a demonic monster that needed to feed on humans to live?
A fire style ninjutsu was used for combat. But it could also be used to provide a camp fire for warmth or to cook food upon.
There was no such thing as something purely good or purely evil. Such things could be considered perfect existences. And perfection was a lie.
"What do you mean my role?" Daiki crossed his arms, "I don't have a role. And as far as any plans I have, can't you just pluck them from my head like you did a second ago?"
Hagoromo shook his head, "Incorrect. I could discern your thoughts over ninshu, because I am its creator and linked to it. And could hear your call for my child Isobu, because I am interfering in your connection."
"Still not happy with that by the way." Daiki helpfully informed him, glaring.
"Apologies, but I wished to speak to you alone," Hagoromo replied, "I wished to take measure of your character personally, not just watch from a distance. The paths have changed. The prophecy of the uniting of the tailed beasts and the blue eyed youth who would frolic with them, has become cloudy."
"…Do you mean that crap prophecy about one of Jiraiya's students either being a great saviour or great destroyer? That they'd either go on to save the world or destroy it?" Daiki scoffed.
"So you even know of that?" Hagoromo mused, giving him an appraising look, "However, no. That prophecy does not pertain to the blue eyed youth. Only the uniting of the tailed beasts, but that is no longer set in stone. Because of you."
Well obviously it would be.
"Of course it's fucked," Daiki smirked baring his teeth almost mockingly, "I am Isobu's jinchuuriki. Naruto can get bent as far as I'm concerned when it comes to that. That prophecy will never come true as I long as I live. He will never get any of Isobu's chakra, or become the meeting point Isobu ends up in. He can get all the other Bijuu, I don't give a crap, but Isobu is off the table."
"Possessive and crass," Hagoromo chuckled, "It is odd, I cannot be sure of your path at all. Destroyer or saviour. Demon or god? Will you lead this world into one of peace and prosperity? Or will you bring about a world of eternal darkness? I see all these as possibilities and none of them. The future built by your choices, is forever in flux."
Okay?
"To be quite honest, I don't give a fuck," Daiki shrugged, "Even I don't know what I'll do in full in the end. And I prefer it that way. So if that's all you came to chatter about, you can toddle off. Unless you're here really to call me out for talking shit about Indra and threatening his soul."
"No, I have stepped back from the situation around my sons. I will not intervene in their situations," Hagoromo denied, "It is you specifically that has drawn my eye. And currently, because I found no better time after you unveiled your knowledge on myself and my sons to the current incarnations. I have long sought peace and harmony for this world. I would hear your thoughts and how you would achieve such a thing."
That was it? That was all he wanted to know? He'd really caught the Sage of Six Paths attention with all he'd done, and that was what he wanted to know?
Daiki couldn't help it, he chuckled, "Absolutely nothing."
"Nothing?" Hagoromo blinked slowly, "You have never considered seeking peace for the people of this world? With your strength and your resolve, you may achieve what so many others including myself have failed to do."
"Of course I've given it thought before," Daiki scoffed, "But I realised long ago, that peace is a lie."
"How could peace be a lie?" Hagoromo's brows furrowed and he floated a little closer, "Can you not imagine it? People would never need to know fear. They would know no hunger. Feel no despair and sadness. It would be a world of joy and-"
"Stagnation," Daiki cut him off, lips curling up in disgust, "Such a world would be perfect. Except for the simple fact, that humans are imperfect to begin with!"
"And what is wrong with perfection?" Hagoromo cocked his head, paying special attention now.
"Everything," Daiki spat, it revolted him, "Without sadness, how could somebody appreciate being happy? If you've never felt hunger, how can you be satisfied with eating? There would be no desire to improve, because there was no need for it. There's a fucking special word for living in this completely imperfect world and chugging on anyway."
He pointed straight between the floating gods eyes, "It's called courage, you moron," he growled, "In a world of perfect peace, there will never be a loser. That means, there will be no winners. Without hatred, none will understand the true depths of love. In a world of perfect peace where you don't have to struggle for anything, you could never feel the satisfaction of accomplishment. A world of perfectly useless fucking bums. I'd rather burn this world down than ever let the disease that is peace and utopia dominate."
In a world like that, there would be no place for the grind. In a world like that, men and women would happily share each other with anyone who desired them. In a world like that, there would have been no place for Daiki to ever seek out Isobu.
In a world like that, he would never be himself. Just another useless faceless bum in the crowd that would accomplish doing and do nothing with his life. Stuck stagnantly in place forever.
It was such a disgusting thought he almost vomited. It made him sick to his very stomach.
Peace was a dead end.