Well, here we are again, Chapter 1.

If you're new, I'd recommend you go and read War Dog first, otherwise you'll be rightly confused by what's going on, as I'm not in the habit of rehashing my character's abilities. If you want to know how she works, better go give that story a quick read.

I hope you enjoy!

PS - The first section of this story is in Harry's perspective, the entire rest of the story will be Akari's. I just have to establish the (and I hated writing them) events leading up to Akari's appearance, re-using the outro sections for the final Chapter of War Dog to give an idea of exactly how Akari came to be there. I also want to say that I, once again, have NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!

...I literally don't have a plan, so I'm sorry if this turns out garbage or I mess up a spell or something. I just hope you all enjoy this with me!

Chapter 1

Harry was having a decidedly awful day.

Waking up in his cupboard as standard, he first had the misfortune of being unable to find his glasses in a timely manner, leading to Dudley covering his head with dust by jumping on the steps above, his considerable weight making the feat easier than would be assumed. After planting those glasses on the bridge of his nose and opening the cupboard door, he found himself shoved back into the cupboard as his cousin barged his way by, slamming the door shut harshly as he passed, laughing like a hog all the way.

He was used to this treatment, as it was all he'd come to expect from his stay with the Dursleys. After leaving the cupboard a second time and to being shoved back in, he made his way to the kitchen, being hurriedly given a single plate of food by Petunia before being ordered to the table and to not make a nuisance of himself. How he could avoid doing that when Dudley made it his life's mission to get a rise from Harry was unclear, but he tried his best, lest his aunt or uncle decided he needed another disciplinary reminder of why he shouldn't antagonize their dear Ickle Dudleykins.

After he finished his unappetizing breakfast, which consisted of a bowl of porridge without sugar and a slice of unbuttered bread, with a side of water, he asked to be dismissed from the table, which his uncle allowed, grumbling to him about chores he was supposed to be doing that day. Harry didn't listen too closely, he already knew what his chores for the day would be.

So instead, he entertained himself by imagining that the man's bushy eyebrows and mustache were dancing of their own accord, simply to amuse himself. Alas, no such thing happened, so he merely resigned himself to waiting for the man to wave him off, Dudley sticking his tongue out as he left through the back door. Normally the boy would spend half the day antagonizing him, but since Harry was to be stuck outside doing chores, the other, far plumper boy would much rather spend the day inside playing video games on his brand new light gun console, an Atara something-or-other.

Of course, Harry was never allowed within two meters of the console on account of the fact that Dudley owned it. How he was allowed to navigate the house at all if he was apparently not allowed within two meters of anything Dudley owned he didn't know, but he'd long-since learned to ignore the stupid orders of his seven-year-old cousin, even if they were the same age.

Though, today appeared to be different, as Dudley came outside for once while Harry was busy hauling around the comparatively-ancient mower, an infernal contraption the Dursley's must have been received from a long-lost and much-loathed ancestor just to make his chores harder. However, Harry's first realization that today was a break from the norm was that he was accompanied by his 'gang', four other just-as-stupid buddies of his. He could tell just from looking at them all at a glance that they had decided this weekend needed spicing up, so were about to engage in their favourite hobby, 'Harry-Hunting'.

Deciding to get a head-start, Harry ran and hopped the fence behind their house, straight into the next garden over, from there heading straight through the gate and out onto the street. Thus, the chase began. While Dudley himself was clearly on the heavier side of the spectrum, his four friends were more than capable of keeping Harry moving, not giving him a chance to catch his breath, constantly pressing and corralling him until, inevitably, he got himself cornered, running down an alleyway that was once open, but now had a big brick wall in the way.

When the first fist flew and got him right in the stomach, he knew that all he could do now was curl up in a ball and hope they got bored quickly. Unfortunately, it was not to be, as he had led them on a merrily long, and more importantly exhausting, chase across Little Whinging in his attempts to evade them, which of course meant the repercussions had to be equally long and exhausting.

As a foot found its way into his nose and broke it, that was the first moment he cried out, his voice being immediately silenced by another harsh kick. He cradled his head and curled up as much as he could, his ear ringing when somebody stomped on his head, a harsh shove to his forehead scraping his cheek raw against the ground. Harry didn't know how long the beating went on, only that it stopped when Dennis pointed out that their mom's were probably going to start getting annoyed if they didn't get home. Harry found himself hit a few more times before the gang left in a jog, leaving him a bloodied mess on the ground.

And, at that moment, more than anything, Harry just wished someone would make it all stop.

As Akari walked along rooftops, she found herself being pulled on, sort of like how her summons described the feeling of her summoning them.

She could feel the tenuous connection she had with this summoning sensation, and knew it would be a piece of cake to refuse it, or even to yank whoever was trying to summon her straight through the connection before beating them silly. Then, she considered just...going along with it. Konoha was safe, and with Minato around, even safer still. Naruto had his parents back, Monty was Anko's now, and nobody else really needed her help for anything.

As she considered it, she felt the already-tenuous link get fainter, making her bite her lip in consideration. "Ahh fuck it, if it turns out bad I can just come back with my Fast-Travel." She mumbled, giving in to the pulling sensation, then feeling a feeling similar to the Hiraishin that Minato used, but both worse and better at the same time, making her feel like her body was being put through a washing machine, but it didn't make her nauseous, just really painful and uncomfortable.

She couldn't see anything, it was just a pitch-black journey of twisting, pulling and pain, but after what felt like a few seconds, she found herself spat out upside-down and thumping into something which made a surprised yelping noise, then smacking her back against the ground. Shaking her head, Akari got upright and looked around, tipping her head in confusion. The architecture was...weird, nothing like the buildings she'd gotten used to, and that was coming from someone who lived in Konoha.

Then she remembered she hit something that was probably alive, turning and spotting a boy lying unconscious on the floor, bleeding heavily from his lip and nose, alongside other cuts and bruises Akari knew she didn't cause. As she approached him and activated her Mystical Palm, she brushed aside his hair, noticing the scar on his head even as she began healing his injuries.

"Huh, that's...interesting." She mumbled, her eyes narrowing in disgust as she realized just how beaten this seven-year-old boy was. He had several fractures on his forearms, with bruising suggesting he had been protecting his head, smart kid. Alongside that, he had blood dripping out of one ear, her Mystical Palm Jutsu revealing that fortunately enough it was just from a ruptured eardrum, not brain damage. Then there were the numerous open wounds on his skin itself, a nasty abrasion on his cheek, the opening signs of hypovolemic shock, and to top it all off, he had a serious amount of subconjunctival hemorrhaging in his left eye, which in conjunction with the abrasion on his cheek that was littered with small debris led her to believe his head had been forcibly shoved along the ground, letting sharp detritus stab into his eye.

As she was considering summoning her Naraka Path to heal the poor boy, since he was presumably the one to summon her, she got the faint sense somebody was watching her. Akari didn't drop the Mystical Palm Jutsu she was maintaining, using it to slowly heal up his injuries while her eyes tracked around, though all she could feel was a weak, even lower than average civilian amount of Chakra from someone near the end of the..."Oh for fuck sake."

Making a Shadow Clone with one hand, she sent it forth while she kept healing the boy, a short squawk sounding before her clone returned, dragging...an old lady with it. She turned one eyebrow up at her clone, sighing to herself. "I'm going to guess you aren't the one who caused this?" She looked at the old woman, whose eyes were transfixed on Akari's hands as she healed the boy beneath her.

A sharp throat-clear caught her attention, her face twisting as she recalled what Akari said. "Me? Why would I hurt Harry Potter like that?! Unthinkable!" Akari gave nothing away on her face, merely watching the old woman as she ranted about...wizards or something. Akari was certainly not a wizard, but from the fact that the woman wasn't freaking out, evidently Akari had gotten lucky.

There was something in this world she could use as an excuse to cover what her Chakra was, since the woman had obviously mistaken what she was doing with what she knew as magic of some kind. "Honestly, some people. Just because I'm a squib doesn't mean I'd wish our saviour harm!" Evidently she'd touched on a sensitive spot. What a squib was, she hadn't the foggiest idea, but from the way she spoke, it was probably like being born without Chakra, her weak signature giving credence to that fact.

"Alright, I get it, sorry to jump to assumptions. I see a heavily injured boy, and not a minute later someone is peering down the alley as a very suspicious person would do, forgive me for jumping to assumptions. Now, I've stabilized his most pressing injuries, but I'd like to perhaps get this boy to the nearest hospital, so if you could please..." Akari left her sentence open, watching the woman's reaction carefully.

After a moment, she gave a sigh and a nod, pulling out a phone and dialing three digits, unintentionally giving Akari even more knowledge. The three digits she pressed on her phone were 999, which if her now-frankly ancient memory recalled was the emergency number for her old home country, the United Kingdom. Since this world resembled earth, she felt pretty safe assuming that she was at least in a facsimile of home.

Of course, the fact the woman hadn't freaked out by her Jutsu meant it was very likely this wasn't quite the home she knew. The rather old-fashioned phone she'd pulled out re-asserted that. Even before she'd left the UK phones were vastly more superior to what the lady had used, meaning she was probably back in time, or in a timeline where phones didn't advance as quickly?

Shaking her head, Akari wrapped up her superficial healing of the boy, leaving a few injuries like one fracture in his forearm so the responders who came wouldn't get suspicious, then cast a quick observe on the boy, cementing his name in her memory even as she hid her left hand from view. Harry Potter was the one who summoned her. From what the woman had furiously exclaimed, this seven-year-old boy was, for some reason, regarded as a saviour.

Akari had done her job as a med-nin in healing him, even if she wasn't actually a legitimate med-nin, so after surreptitiously placing an invisible Hiraishin marker on his body, she made her excuses to the old woman, Arabella Figg she introduced herself as, and left the alley she'd found herself in by way of walking out like a normal person. Sure, Figg not reacting too oddly towards her two Jutsus lent credence to the fact that her walking up a wall wouldn't be too out there, but there was no reason to take chances.

The instant she was around the corner and couldn't feel any eyes observing her she made a dozen Shadow Clones, each with enough Chakra for twenty-hour hours of exploration, and sent them each out in different directions to scout the area. "Hey Kurama, want to come out for a bit, the air is especially good tonight!" She said with a snort, feeling more than seeing as he appeared out of his seal onto her shoulders.

"You never fail to amaze in what wacked-out situations you get yourself in, y'know that right?" Kurama muttered into her ear, though there was no heat in it. Chuckling, Akari nodded, making a clone to replace the one who just disappeared after having found a map of the area, thus telling all her other clones what the region looked like, helping them scout more efficiently.

As she walked, Akari considered the oddness of languages. it was almost like for the past almost ten years now she'd been speaking Japanese but hadn't really learned it, which probably contributed to her awful she was at using the correct suffixes. But making the switch back to English was a piece of cake, as shown when she spoke to that woman. Yet speaking to Kurama in Japanese was again easy...it threw her for a loop just a little.

But, as much as she'd like to ponder such quandries, she had bigger fish to fry. First things first, confirmation of where she was...which the map the clones found confirmed. She was in Little Whinging, a town on Surrey, which her memories helpfully reminded her was a county in England just south of...either London or Birmingham, she couldn't quite recall.

Secondly, confirm the date. She had died originally in the early tens, and from what that oh-so-helpfully-marked map was noted as, it was last replaced in 1986. That at least meant she was currently in, or sometime after, that date. From the blocky phone that woman pulled out, she was probably not after 1990. That gave her a 3-4 year window of time she was most likely to be in. Then she spotted a pedestrian walking along, deciding to bite the bullet and just do the simple thing.

Ask. Approaching languidly, Akari tipped her head as she passed, then made a show of going 'oh' and turning around. "Excuse me?" She asked politely, watching the man turn around with a raised eyebrow. "Would you by chance happen to recall the date? I've forgotten again." The man looked her up and down, his eyes settling on her vest for a few moments in curiosity, then towards Kurama.

But she'd born far harsher inspections from enemies more menacing than all the malice this man would muster during his entire life, so she wasn't un-nerved. "The date is the 6th of April, 1987. Might you require something else?" Shaking her head, she treated the man to a smile, while at the same time Kurama decided a yawn was appropriate, startling the man.

"Nah, I've got it now, thanks!" With a short wave, she turned around, resisting the urge to giggle at his expression as she turned around. It seemed that most people were decidedly not as...experienced in oddities as that Miss Figg was, since when she turned her head a second time, he'd caught sight of her crimson eyes, which was just the cherry on the cake, making him hurriedly walk away mumbling about insanity of one form or another. "You know, he thought you were probably just a scarf." She said with a grin, poking at Kurama's side.

He half-heartedly nipped at her finger, a grin on his lips. "He deserved it for ogling you like that." Akari smirked, a hand raising to her head as she swooned. "Oh don't even start." He grumbled, his teeth nipping at her ear with more success, making her yelp and stick her hand up to her ear, his teeth nipping instead on the orange chakra shell of her artificial hand.

Frowning, she poked him again. "Spoilsport."

Dipping her head under a low-hanging pipe, Akari relished in the smell of the city.

It was that smell of petrol, of smoke and pollution and...and just general civilization that she had only realized as she took a deeper breath that she'd been unconsciously missing the entire time she was living in Konoha. There, the only noteworthy pollution came from the burning-down of forests thanks to errant Katon Jutsu. There were no power-plants, no giant coal-stations, nothing of the sort within Konoha, making the air as fresh as it could be.

London in 1987, by comparison, had roads filled with a multitude of motor vehicles, each belching out emissions, whilst buildings burned plenty of gas and fuel every day to keep powered. To a person used to living in the city, they'd never be able to tell it smelled different. But to Akari, whose own sense of smell was stronger than normal, she could clearly smell it all.

And she loved it. She dropped down from the building she was on and into the alley between that one and the building beside it, the Kiri-Woka no Jutsu (Mist-Walker Technique) enshrouding her from vision. Underneath, which was revealed as she dropped the Jutsu, her Henge was concealing her vest, as well as her other less common features such as her crimson eyes, or the fact Kurama was currently lazily slumped on her shoulders.

One of her clones had made it to London, scouring around for a while then feeling a brush against her senses of someone who had a noteworthy amount of Chakra, somewhere at Academy-student levels. The clone went off to follow that person, only to them sense a multitude of other signatures who each had more Chakra than any of the regular civilians all grouped up somewhere.

It was at this point that the clone dispelled, knowing that Akari would want to investigate it herself. She felt fairly confident in her ability to escape from the group after all, though just to be safe she'd dropped a stone marked with her personal Hiraishin tag off in the forests between Little Whinging and London, somewhere nobody would be likely to stumble across it...then ten others, each in different and subtly hidden locations.

Stepping out of the alleyway and onto the street, Akari looked around, letting herself silently giggle just a little at all the vehicles and...well, just the general knowledge that she was in London again, after nearly ten years spent in a world of warfare with few modern amenities. Her laughter attracted a few curious gazes, but they slipped past her easily enough, her Henge making her look, well, average.

But, with a short shake of her head, she focused on her target, heading that way at a civilian pace, all the while taking in the sights. She knew the London Eye hadn't been built, nor would it for another 13 years, which was a shame. Tipping her head as she walked, Akari tried to think of any memorable touristy things she could do. There was the National Gallery, but that was just artwork, sort of boring really. The Science Museum sounded like fun, she always loved going there as a kid and looking at all the exhibits, but the problem was that she knew the Wonderlab, her favourite area in the building, wasn't to be redesigned to what she knew and adored as a kid until 2007, a whole twenty years away.

With that slight downer, she tried to recall anywhere else, the only thing springing to mind being the London Dungeons, though again, her memories were soured by the thought that, much like the Science Museum, it was probably nothing like she recalled. Sighing, Akari slipped into another alleyway, her mood now rather down. Layering herself in the Kiri-Wika no Jutsu again, she walked straight up the side of the building, then crossed the rooftops in a leisurely jog as she approached the area her clone had dispersed within.

As she got closer, Akari got the distinct sense that somebody had built a barrier around those signatures. Rather than just a sense though, her Sharingan could see that there was a rippling bubble of distortion in the air. It was a little like Fuinjutsu, but it looked so much...cruder. Rather than a smooth dome of straight, clean edges, it was a jagged and warped creation, though still encompassing a considerable area and remaining stable, not oscillating or shifting in place at all, it just looked horrendous to look at.

She made a clone and sent it through the barrier, travelling through herself when she saw no adverse effects on the clone. If the barrier were to damage anyone who entered, then the clone would have instantly popped. Plus, her clone could sense everything just fine still, so it was probably something sense entirely, perhaps simply a detection barrier? If that was the case, well, she'd already set the alarms off, twice wasn't going to make a difference.

When she did so, the clone dispelling at the same time, she realized that something was definitely different, considering the practically medieval-styled buildings she was now looking at from atop the roof, more at home somewhere out in the country, not right slap-bang in the centre of London. Glancing back behind herself, Akari reconfirmed that the buildings outside, whilst obviously old-fashioned compared to what she was used to, were certainly a degree more modern than the buildings of this warded-area.

That led her to believe that whoever set this ward up keyed it so only those who knew how to breach it would ever do so, meaning this area could be kept secret from the rest of the world. As she walked forwards, invisible as ever, to look down into the street before her, she had to suppress the urge to let her jaw drop in surprise. She felt Kurama shift as he too looked across the street.

They were all wearing...robes. Not Kimono or anything like that, they looked like the sort of thing you'd see a Lord wearing. Some were wearing pointy hats, others carrying literal broomsticks, there were owls flying around, some in cages, whilst others carried equally bizarre animals. It was all rather bustling, so presumably this was a major shopping area for this region, perhaps even London in general.

Kneeling down then crossing her legs, Akari decided that for once, being discreet and observing was a better idea than blundering into that mess of...of wizards! She'd heard the tale of King Arthur and Merlin of course, what kid hadn't? But to think that, with the fact that this might even be her world after all just in the past, wizards might have existed in the background, subtle but there, in tales of Merlin and...oh god, the Salem Witch Trials.

Akari dangled her feet over the edge, completely invisible to the aimless people walking below her, her chin resting on her palm as she thought over everything, all the while her sharp, Sharingan-filled eyes took in all the detail they could. Near-everyone was carrying a stick of some kind on their person, probably a wand, whilst the rare one carried a staff. She never saw anyone cast magic, but it was probably a frowned-upon thing in this area, much as using a Jutsu outside of a training ground but inside of Konoha was severely frowned-upon without good reason.

Why they all had to dress in such a stupid fashion threw Akari for a loop, much as her questioning of why practically all Shinobi wore open-toed sandals, unconsciously flexing her toes under her heavy boots. More than once someone had tried to stamp on her toes as a distraction, only to realize she had steel-toe caps, usually getting a harsh kick where nobody, man or woman, ever wanted to be kicked, by said toe-cap for their troubles.

She wasn't just watching them with her eyes however. She was also quite sullenly focusing on each and every one she could, trying to gauge how strong they were by their Chakra signatures. As expected, practically everybody there had a Genin-level amount of Chakra or lower. The rare one or two had an Academy-student amount, while a single one out of the crowd of hundreds had an amount she would place at Chunin. Low-Chunin, but still better than the masses.

On a whim, Akari activated her Rinnegan, but immediately stopped using it when a searing pain came over her eye. "Akari? What's wrong?" Kurama's worried voice spoke to her, uncaring of the curious people below who looked up at the sudden voice. Akari held her eye closed and tried to ignore the pain, lighting one hand up in the Mystical Palm Jutsu and putting it against her eye to alleviate the pain.

"I have no fucking idea, but it hurt like fuck to use my Rinnegan. I tried to use the Human Path so I could see if people's souls were different in some way, but the instant my Rinnegan opened, it was like my eye was pressed against the sun." She grumbled, removing her palm from her eye and blinking a few times, her vision clear again. "Maybe it was that barrier we went through?" Akari had used her Rinnegan on the way here just to make sure all her things were still working, alongside taking out her Subtle Knife and cutting a quick hole in reality, just to make sure the dimension hop hadn't broken it in some way.

Her inventory and things related to the game all opened just fine as well, though there was nothing new, so presumably the Entity had no fucking idea this was going to happen. Heh, served him right for letting 273 fuck with her for a third time. "Well, that's something for the list, figure out what the fuck is wrong with my Rinnegan. I swear, if this is just a thing that happens I'm going to shove my boot up whoever's ass is responsible." Akari then looked down, realized that she'd been speaking out loud, and now a few people below were looking up in curiosity at the rooftops, some of whom were wielding their wands.

"Well...fuck."

First chapter woo!

To those of you who have come from War Dog, welcome back! To those new to this story, welcome! I would, again, wholeheartedly recommend that you go and read War Dog to avoid getting confused, but if you want to be stubborn, you can just keep going and things will steadily make sense as Akari belatedly explains how certain things work.

I'm not going to just info-dump my first chapter with everything Akari has or has done, because then I'd allow those lovely people who have already come from War Dog and know this. It might alienate some readers, but...sorry, but I really don't want to just fill this with useless info you can get from reading my other story, sawwy!

Now, Akari made sure to memorize Harry's name, and the fact he's a saviour means she'll be researching him, but she's not going to be immediately kidnapping him, even if he might wish it. She knows NOTHING about his situation, so to her, yes he was badly hurt and summoned her, but for all she knew it was an isolated incident. And she has a Hiraishin tag on him, so she can vaguely track him down, meaning when she gets curious about why the saviour of the wizarding world was lying bloodied and beaten on the floor, she'll then figure out his situation, and go from there.

I really hope you enjoyed! Please, reviews are just the most amazing thing!

(I'll still display Akari's stats, so you can see the progression she makes, even from her advantageous level 155. Don't forget that the Game is a robust system, so even though she's in another dimension, she'll still get experience. How much is a mystery, but she will level up still.)

Name: Akari Uchiha

Level: 155

Age: 17?

Experience: 50,388/155,000

To Next Level: 104,612

Title: Sannin-slayer - Defeating one of the three legendary sannin is no easy feat, but you managed it. Future opportunities unlocked.

Secondary Title: Jonin - +25% Experience gained working with Genin

Health Points: 303,000 - ((100 Base + (Vit x End)) x 10) x 3

Regeneration Rate - 20,000/m - 333.33/s - (Vit x End) x 2

Chakra Points: 599,625 - (((100 Base + (Int x Wis)) x 10) x 1.5) x 3

Regeneration Rate - 26,450/m - 440.83/s - (Int x Wis) x 2

Strength - 100

Vitality - 100

Endurance - 100

Intelligence - 115

Agility - 400

Wisdom - 115

Luck - 100

Affinities - Fire, Lightning, Earth, Water, Wind - Primary Affinities granted by Rinnegan

30 Skill Points Available

I know I stopped doing this, but, for one chapter ONLY, here is a list of most of Akari's noteworthy abilities, their Chakra costs, her proficiency levels, all the Game-related stuff...I have to make some of this stuff up as I go along, so...you're welcome!

Also, Akari does know more Jutsu than are displayed there, but many of them I saw no point in listing since she would use them maybe once or twice, like the Hiding Like a Mole technique.

If there's one I missed that you really think should be listed, just say so in a review!

Techniques

Mystical Palm technique/Master - You have become proficient enough with your healing Jutsu to be regarded as a master. Usage: 200CP/s. Heal-rate - 500HP/s. Cannot be levelled further.

Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu - A well-known Jutsu within the Uchiha Clan. Moulding Chakra within your lungs, you can expel flames as either a colossal ball of fire, or as a continuous stream of flame. Ball Cost - 150 CP/each. Stream Cost - 25CP/s.

Henge no Jutsu - Take another form and hide in plain sight. This ability puts an illusion over the user, but is easily disrupted. Target must be within 2 feet of height to caster, and within 50lbs of weight. Cost - 75CP/cast, 2CP/s to maintain.

Shunshin no Jutsu - The pretty-much teleportation ability. This Jutsu acts by hyper-enhancing a Shinobi's abilities, essentially enabling them to run at absurd speed for a fraction of a second. Cost is calculated by distance. Cost 15CP/meter.

Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan - The eye of a close relative. When in use, will no longer degrade visual acuity. Mangekyo Techniques will now also no longer damage eye-sight. Same abilities as regular Mangekyo Sharingan. Cost: 25CP/s.

Right Eye: Megami no Mon (Goddess's Gate) - This technique will summon forth a corporeal spectre from the Pure Lands to fight or act on your behalf. To use, the name of the Spectre must be invoked, and the face of the summoned one must be in Mind's Eye. Spectre will have 2x Player's Chakra amount, and will drain Chakra at 1% per minute. Can use all original techniques of Spectre, but will use Chakra to fuel them, leading to a faster disappearance. Will follow all orders of Summoner, and cannot be affected by Genjutsu or compulsion techniques. Can be granted free will to act autonomously, but will mean Spectre can attempt to use loopholes in orders to hinder summoner if they so wish. Cost - 25% of total Chakra pool, will immobilize Summoner for 5 second duration whilst Spectre is called forth.

Susanoo: Due to losing one eye to the Rinnegan, the Susanoo has been locked.

Mindspace - The presence of the Kyuubi within your seal has granted you the ability to enter your own mind. Experience earned within the Mindspace is reduced by 100%. Time is dilated by a factor of 100 within Mindspace. You may converse with the Kyuubi no Kitsune within your Mindspace. This action is recommended. No Chakra cost.

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu - Take the regular Bunshin. Mix on some more chakra. Then more. Then, just for good measure, a large sprinkle of more chakra. Voilá! You have a Shadow Clone. This Bunshin is corporeal, it can hit a foe, it can carry things, it can even (With an extra-large helping of Chakra) take a hit without dispersing. But, the best part? It shares its memories when it disperses. Enjoy! Cost - 150CP/cast, lasts 1 hour, every 10CP extra grants extra hour.

Kiri-Woka no Jutsu - Enshrouded in your own chakra, this Jutsu will allow you to evade the sight of near-all enemy Shinobi, as well as many of your allies. Imperceptible to the naked eye, but with the tiny risk of turning into stone, this ability can only be detected by high-level sensors and Dojutsu users. Cost - 5CP/s.

Hiraishin no Jutsu - The signature of Namikaze Minato, this Jutsu allows the user to teleport to any Hiraishin beacon placed, at a fixed cost. The drawback? You might be ambushed on the other end. Cost - 50CP/cast.

Rinnegan Paths

Animal Path - This path allows the user to summon animals of their imagination. The sky truly is the limit. Well, that or the user's Chakra pool. Cost - dependent on creature size/complexity.

Asura Path - When wielding this path, the user gains the ability to create mechanical weaponry and armour from their own body, including firearms, energy weapons, bulletproof-vests, and other items. Cost - dependent on item size/complexity.

Deva Path - Gravity falls at the whims of the user when using this path. Blast out gravity attacks or attract foes or items. Cost - 100CP/kg repelled or attracted/second.

Human Path - Pulling souls from their body is no longer a sci-fi feat with this path. Allows the user to pull out the literal soul of those hard-to-kill enemies. Cost - 1000CP/usage.

Naraka Path - Even mortal wounds cannot stop you any longer. Wielding the Naraka Path allows the user to summon the King of Hell to tell truth from lies, to heal any injury no matter how fatal or damaging, or even devour souls placed within by the Human Path. Cost - 500CP/usage for Truth from Lies, 1500CP/usage for Healing Ability, no cost for devouring souls.

Preta Path - Chakra attacks are dangerous. However, if you can simply suck all that Chakra away, you can nullify attacks. Now, it's a good thing nobody like that exists, right? Wrong! With the Preta Path, even Jutsus cannot touch you any longer. No cost.

Outer Path - Death is no longer an obstacle to your path. Grants the abilities to summon Black Receivers to transmit your Chakra, manifest black Bijuu-sealing chains to fight, or bring the souls of the dead back to life. Cost - 100CP/Black Receiver, 500CP/meter of Chain, 15,000CP + 35,000 HP per soul returned.

Proficiencies

Uchiha Interceptor Fist - A Taijutsu form used by the Uchiha which makes the best possible use of the Sharingan Dojutsu's predictive abilities to counter enemy attacks and bring victory. - Level 41 - 7.3% - Degrading

Second Step - Your very own invented Taijutsu, revolving around superior speed and skill to overwhelm opponents. - Level 11 - 98.2%

Shurikenjutsu - The art of throwing pointy things. Pretty self-explanatory. - Level 41 - 72.3%

Bukijutsu - The way of the weapon. Covers all weaponry. - Level 55 - 62.9%

Knife-fighter - Using short-blades, daggers and Kunai in close-quarters combat. - Level 57- 33.8%

Fuinjutsu - Sealing arts. The practice of using ink to achieve your goals. - Level 100

Mystical Palm - Ability to detect and heal wounds using linked Jutsu. - Level 67 - 57.6%

Polearm-user - The act of swinging a long thing with a pointy bit at the end. - Level 0 - 0.0% - Defunct -

Tree-running - Leaf Shinobi are trained to flit through trees, which increases their speed and concealment. - Level 43 - 91.2%

One-handed Seal Cost - Using only one hand to make seals? You showoff. - Level 57 - 12.6%

Cooking - Really? This is a proficiency? Whatever. Your cooking skills have been noted. Now get out there and make more food! - Level 47 - 72.2%

Nature Manipulation - Direct manipulation of your nature grants increased versatility at the cost of less power. - Level 49 - 33.4%

Yin-Yang Release - The fundamental elements of Chakra, Yin and Yang. You have learned how to separate these two elements and use them in ways typical Jutsus can only dream of doing. - Level 1 - 12.1%

Perks

Jinchuriki of the Ten-tailed Fox - You now contain the Juubi no Kitsune. Can call upon Bijuu Chakra when needed to fight. Will turn your body more animalistic (when in use); Claws, Tails, Ears, Eyes will become similar to the Juubi. Potential to be ostracized by your village. Will become hunted by certain elements in future for your tenant. Mindspace Technique granted.

Ageless - You have been locked as your current age by the Entity.