The Trap Closes
A hand emerged from nothing.
Massive. Translucent. Real.
It grabbed Chii.
Sasori didn't flinch. Let it come. Illusions couldn't—
Pressure. Crushing pressure. Chii's carapace groaned—metal joints shrieking, organic plating splintering—
His scalp crawled.
The tail whipped up. Half-meter stinger drove toward the phantom hand—
—and passed through air.
The hand dissolved. Danzō's giant form scattered like smoke on wind.
Chii crashed to the ground. Pincers snapped wide. Tail coiled. Six eyes scanning—
Sasori's instincts screamed.
He moved—six legs churning, body lurching left—
A foot the size of a boulder slammed where he'd been. The impact crater was three feet deep.
Half a second slower and I'm paste.
The pincers struck—serrated edges aimed for the ankle—
Nothing. The leg was gone.
Then the storm hit.
Fists. Feet. Elbows. Knees. Raining down from impossible angles. Sasori threw Chii into evasive patterns—scuttling, weaving, barely staying ahead of impacts that cratered sand and shook the air.
What the hell IS this?
Genjutsu targeted the five senses. Manipulated chakra flow in the brain. Made you see things, feel things that weren't there.
But illusions were illusions. They could scramble your neurons, drive you insane, make you think you were dying.
They couldn't crush your bones.
Yet that hand—the pressure had been real. Metal bending. Joints cracking. Physical force.
But when he'd counterattacked? Nothing. Phantom.
Real when it hits me. Fake when I hit back.
From the void, Danzō's voice rolled like thunder:
"This is MY world now, boy. Here? I'm GOD. And you're already DEAD."
Sasori's mind raced.
The words weren't just arrogance.
They were literal.
A hypothesis crystallized.
The Sharingan ability. It converts illusion damage into REAL damage.
He can switch them. Back and forth. At will.
In this space, he controls what's real and what's not.
That giant hand? Could materialize. Crush him. Then vanish the instant he retaliated.
He really IS god here.
Jinghang's voice echoed from years past.
"See the essence through phenomena. Don't get lost in what's in front of you."
(Political lessons. Training Sasori to think like a Kazekage. To lead.)
Essence through phenomena.
What was the essence?
Sasori's eyes widened.
He'd designed Chii for exactly this scenario. Anti-Sharingan from the ground up.
And he'd been fighting with his eyes the whole time.
Sasori's eyes closed.
Chakra flooded through the control strings. Spread through Chii's entire nervous system—organic and mechanical, fused into one.
Danzō felt the change.
The scorpion's movements shifted. Predictive. Like it knew where attacks would land before they came.
And faster. Each dodge smoother than the last.
Fine. You want speed?
Danzō's eye burned. Blood streamed down his face, soaking his collar. His chakra reserves were plummeting.
He fumbled for the medicine bottle. Hands shaking. Popped the cap—
Every bristle on Chii's body snapped upright.
The Hunt Reverses
Chii exploded forward.
Ignored the phantom storm at its back. Charged straight for empty air—
—where Danzō's real body was hidden.
No. Impossible.
Danzō swallowed the pill. Redirected every phantom construct. Fists and feet erupted from his hiding spot, a wall of force meant to pulverize—
Like a race car in a monsoon. High-speed turns that shouldn't be possible. Slipping between impacts with millimeters to spare.
Closing distance.
Chii's tail launched.
Extended like a harpoon gun. Tracking. The stinger carved through air with a sound like tearing silk—
Danzō juked left. Right. Serpentine evasion—
The tail followed.
Faster than him. Much faster.
The stinger grazed his forearm. Barely broke skin.
Fire erupted through his veins.
His arm went numb. Spreading. Fast.
Danzō's hand moved on instinct.
Kunai. One motion.
His left arm hit the sand. Still twitching.
Blood sprayed. Vision blurred.
The illusion space shattered.
Reality crashed back.
Desert. Sun. Pain.
Danzō collapsed to one knee. One-armed. Bleeding out.
Across from him, Chii's six eyes gleamed.
[Combat Note: Mirror Flower Water Moon = reality-warping Mangekyō ability, switches real/illusion at will. Sasori's counter = closes eyes, uses chakra sensing through puppet body to bypass visual deception. Danzō's desperation = physical toll of Mangekyō use. Self-amputation = brutal pragmatism to survive poison. Power reversal complete.]
[Author Note: Ability mechanics inspired by Bleach's Aizen but adapted to Naruto's chakra system. The "god in my world" concept plays on genjutsu taken to reality-warping extreme.]
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