"Gynoid Two Five Seven, registry name: Aiko."
"You were part of the group that arrived via Naruto's teleport technique. Correct?"
"Yes, I was with the group that was approaching the young Trainer's position with the hopes of joining his group."
"Why were you trying to join his group?"
"He was from offplane, using an intradimensional teleport technique, and as his Dark Elf was apparently born in the wild - she might not understand the dangers involved."
"Is that all?"
"No. There was also that this was an traveler from another universe, with minimal or no pokegirls of his own. Therefore it was logical to investigate and determine if this were an opportunity to better our own situation."
"Your opponents on this were the brown-skinned girls?"
"Yes, and the slavetrader known as Bounti. A general alert and lookout for such had been issued thirteen minutes previously after the Dark Elf had given testimony at the Greenleaf Pokecenter. The brownskinned pokegirls with white hair and pointed ears are known as Dark Elves by the way."
"You stated that there was a danger with the teleport technique?"
"Yes, with interdimensional travel. Is this an appropriate time to provide such warnings?"
"Yes, this is an official briefing, and all testimony will be recorded."
"Very well. In order to properly brief you, I do need some basic information. I observed humans giving out attacks suitable for pokegirls, meaning this may be a magic-based society. I noted no native pokegirls. Are those observations correct?"
"They are, though we call the attacks 'ninjutsu.'"
"Understood. Much of this testimony is based on recent findings and investigations, and the Dark Elf associated with Naruto is unlikely to know them. On a world that was neither the one I came from nor your own, there was a society that developed a technology based on what you call 'ninjutsu' - but embodied in constructed items and not personally cast. That world had a group of researchers who determined how to set up an interdimensional teleport. They explored several alternate universes, and determined that there were some irregularities but that the process was safe."
"I take it that 'safe' was incorrect?"
"No, the teleport was safe. What was not was apparently the general dissemination of these devices. Apparently small numbers of intermittent teleports escaped the notice of a group whose name we do not know. When the devices were in wide use, within a week of that event the invasion occurred. There was one survivor, using a modified device, who fled to our own world."
"Did he bring the invaders with him then?"
"No, the modifications appear to have sufficiently altered the signature that it was unnoticed. The survivor was named 'Scott' and he was the grandfather of the one we know as Sukebe today."
"'Sukebe'?"
"An individual who uncovered his grandfather's diaries, determined how to rebuild the device, and then went to alternate universes with the intent of bettering his own world with the technologies he could back-engineer. He started out an idealist. He also determined that the invaders, whom he dubbed Outsiders, were completely nonhuman and capable of wielding great power. While individual Outsiders could be defeated with the weapons of his own world or that of the magic-wielding society, the smaller units were fast and possessed innate abilities. The larger individuals among the Outsiders were far more powerful and had completely overwhelmed that world."
"We have something similar. Go on."
"Sukebe created the first pokegirls as an attempt to humanize those elements of the Outsiders from the bits and pieces of weapons he was able to scavenge. His initial plan was to have protectors of humanity, and he created a set of these that he kept hidden in his mansion - planning to unveil them someday as superhumans who could assist humanity in various ways. Gradual acceptance would lead to eventual dispersal, and humanity would be ready if the Outsiders did stumble across their world."
"I take it that things did not work out so well."
"No, they did not. One of his problems was a psychic bond he formed with at least one of his pokegirls. The backlash that occurs when that is forcibly severed was only recently fully understood and therapy available for the rare instances it occurs. The story was broke, Sukebe was branded a monster, and his pokegirls were killed. The one he had a psychic bond with was dissected and studied while she was still alive. When he returned, he was insane and vowed revenge upon humanity. This was the start of Sukebe's War and by the time it was finished the World That Had Been was gone. Instead there was our current world, a world much different. Only in the past forty years, with the assistance of another dimension traveller, have things begun moving to a vague semblance of that other time."
"I see. We'll be investigating this. What are your plans after this?"
"I will present myself to 'Naruto Uzumaki' as an advisor and as a member of his team. If he refuses or is not available, then I shall look for a suitable male to attach myself to. I currently have no group or affiliation other than a small group of friends I arrived with in the general melee."
"He is not even a genin yet, and it is unlikely that you'd be allowed to stay with him anyway. Who are your 'friends'?"
"There is myself, a gynoid. Uma, a Witch. Pachira, a Vampire - but she has had her shots and is not contagious. There is also Liru, though she reported finding an interesting scent and may have a lead on her own boy."
"You will let me go," said Bounti, using her full mindbending powers on the human before her. "You will answer all of my questions completely."
"Really? Imagine that," said the human.
Bounti saw the smirk on the scarred man's face and forced her powers out even further, sweat dribbling down her yellow skin as she sought to go beyond whatever this human's limits were. "Submit!"
"No," said the scarred man. Who then did Something.
Terror lanced through the Hypnotica's body, her coin dropping to the floor and her technique dropping at the same time. This human was terrifying! He was sitting there and IGNORING her powers. He should be grovelling at her feet by now!
"Now then," said the scarred man, laying a few tools out on the table. His smirk, twisted by a scar, promised pain and suffering in levels that Bounti could only guess at. "Some of your associates were quite forthcoming. Perhaps you'd like to save us all some time and yourself some discomfort by testifying now?"
Bounti stared at the objects before her. Who knew what sadistic and horrifying uses these could be put to? "I- I'll talk!"
Ibiki Morino smiled a thin little smile. He'd had genjutsu experts work him over. This one was just a rank beginner.
Toltiir frowned and corrected what he now regarded as a previous mistake. Backtracking took care of a few things.
Now the ages of various individuals were what they would have originally been. Naruto, and his class of rookies, were now twelve. So were most of the unattached pokegirls, though this was the age at which they started to seek out males (or females or both) to attach themselves to.
The obvious reason to do this was that now that things were moving in this direction (as opposed to what he'd originally envisioned) that things would be building up to a trainwreck over time.
Yes, this should do. Best not to switch things around too much after all. Reality was such a fragile thing.
As for the Outsiders, well, they'd noticed his presence and were staying way far away lest they draw his attention apparently.
Just as well.
Oh, this might be interesting.
Sakura rubbed her head, ignoring much of the fuss and bother that went around her. She still felt... fuzzy somehow. Like someone had packed her head with cotton. Light fluffy cotton.
Sakura winced and shook her head, trying to clear it.
She'd gone with Naruto to that other place, then tried to find her own way back. She'd stumbled through the forest, and had approached this odd-looking girl with the intent of asking for directions.
The girl had turned out not to be human, with yellowish skin, and had looked at her with strange eyes...
Everything was blank after that. Wait, there was some room. A young woman who was saying something she couldn't make out.
She might have to check with Ino. Ino was looking as dazed as she felt, and she might have some idea what had just happened. She was tired and sore, it felt as if she'd been walking barefoot on gravel or something, and this fuzziness simply didn't seem to want to go away.
Sakura focussed, trying to figure out what was "off." She was Sakura Haruno, best friend/rival of Ino Yamanaka...
Why was she Ino's rival? Whatever it was couldn't be too important though, could it?
Sakura rubbed her head again, then went in search of a cup of tea to see if that caused the fuzziness to retreat. Not knowing that she:
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