I'm a God, Ok? (Naruto/God-SI)

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Orochimaru kept count, every clone that fell to his attacks being tallied carefully in his mind, they were weaker than him individually but their almost undetectable attacks and sheer numbers were overwhelming.

Orochimaru was getting desperate.

He tried riskier tactics, using Jutsu with more range, setting up a killing field with his Kunai and Lightning Jutsu, creating traps with explosive seals, he even tried Summoning, hoping to overwhelm Zabuza's army with his own, but the Summoning failed immediately, confirming that this was some sort of Space-Time Jutsu.

He was getting angry, he refused to die here, killed by someone like Zabuza, surrounded by red mist so thick that he could not see anything but the blade aiming for his flesh.

But he saw no way out, he could not run, he could not find Zabuza due to the mist, he could not outlast the endless horde, he was missing half his Chakra and he still had two thirds to go if Zabuza said the truth.

He knew the cold calculus of survival, and this fight did not seem winnable for him.

But he had one final option, Orochimaru's body bulged, his skin twisting and growing, a sword cut off his head, another cut his body in half.

But it was already too late, his body exploded, 8 white snakes burst out of his back, quickly growing into massive size.

They all roared at the same time, before lunging into the misty horde, each head destroying a reflection in a single bite or strike, they were bigger than even Manda.

Orochimaru knew this would destabilize his body deeply, but at this moment he felt like that was a price worth paying.

The now eight-headed Orochimaru was rampaging through the red mist, slaughtering reflections left and right, completely unstoppable by them, the misty blades simply too small to wound him deeply.

***

Zabuza watched as Orochimaru's gigantic transformation raged across his battlefield.

He had hoped that from all the intel that was not confirmed, the Eight Branches Technique would be among those that weren't true, but unfortunately, Orochimaru was able and willing to use it if pushed too far.

He had hoped this would be an easy victory, just slowly draining Orochimaru of his Chakra until Zabuza could cut him into pieces and burn them in a pyre.

Orochimaru had impressed him, as much as it frustrated him to say, if it was the Zabuza from a year ago he would have been dismantled in seconds, even his current self was not enough to kill him without his Bloody Mist, even if he went for a mutual kill, the S-rank Shinobi could just regenerate from anything besides total destruction.

And this Orochimaru was crippled, lacking the ability to use hand-seals, something a vast majority of Shinobi considered essential for fighting. Yet he still killed the equivalent of 212 Jōnin-level fighters single-handedly.

How insane, how inhuman, Zabuza thought with awe.

This was what the peak of the Shinobi world looked like.

It filled him with determination.

But the respect he felt would not stop him from doing his job, he bit his thumb and drew blood before slamming it onto the ground.

"Summoning Jutsu!"

A puff of white smoke later, a crow emerged from the smoke, it quickly saluted him.

"Greetings, Lord Zabuza." It cawed at him.

"Report." Zabuza ordered bluntly.

"The battle is progressing well, the enemy has retreated inside Otogakure after Lord Haku routed them, we are clearing the poisonous gas right now." The crow quickly reported, Zabuza really wished all Crow Clans members were this concise.

"Tell them to clear out an area around where I was last seen, a large area, leave Otogakure open if needed, and be quick about it."

The crow nodded quickly.

"Understood, Lord Zabuza." And with that, it vanished in another burst of smoke.

Zabuza's blessing had two parts, one was the one he had just used, the army of reflections.

He was telling the truth to Orochimaru, there really were 813 of them, and you did have to kill them all to end the ability.

This space was outside of the normal world, it wasn't technically that big, only a couple of kilometers wide sphere, but it was endless, walking to one side just mean you would arrive at the same side you came from, making it impossible to run away.

It also blocked Summoning or any other Space-Time Ninjutsu that he didn't allow, leaving the enemies facing his army alone, with the fact that all the reflections were as skilled as him and the mist was endless it was a slaughtering ground for everyone that was S-Rank.

But it had a second part, something that would allow him to compete with Tailed Beasts and Summoning Bosses, something that closed the gap between himself and even Kage-level fighters.

The problem was that if he used it, this space would collapse, transporting everyone inside back to the real world.

So now he waited, he would give the army 3 minutes to evacuate before he and Orochimaru started their final fight.

He looked around the endless bloody mist around him, as well as at the towering form of Orochimaru, even as his clone army fell one by one, he knew without his blessings he was no match, but let's see if with them, he could fight in the realm of legends.

***

3 MINUTES LATER

Zabuza counted down the last second, Orochimaru was still raging about, killing everything he saw with ease.

He clapped his hands together, and red mist flowed into him, slow at first, but then faster and faster, like a dam breaking.

It flowed into his body, his body started growing, feeding on the bloody mist, the misty reflection fading into the flowing stream of red.

The mist thinned enough that the realm collapsed, and they were now back in the real world.

Orochimaru stopped, his heads scanning the horizon, near them was the entrance of Otagakure, dozens of Shinobi fortifying it, in the distance and surrounding them was The Order.

But he wasn't done yet, the mist continued flowing into him, wrapping around him like a cocoon before finally stopping.

With a rippling sound, the cocoon broke, revealing Zabuza.

He stood as tall as Orochimaru, red mist wrapping around him, forming into a second skin, his face was obscured, the only thing visible being his red glowing eyes, in his hand rested a titanic Kubikiribōchō dripping blood.

"Divine Technique: Demon of The Bloody Mist."

His voice shook the air, he lifted his sword, and for the final time, pointed it at Orochimaru.

He was answered by 8 roars.