What happens if your dream wakes up, and you are the one that fades into memory?

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(This scene takes place about 3 thousand miles off the shore of the Water Country, on an island that didn't exist until about an hour before this scene takes place. If you come in here, you had better have a really damn good reason)

Two Ulrich's stood opposite eachother, one of them wearing the typical black suit and tie, and looking mad enough to bite the head off a kitten, while the other is wearing a white suit and hat, with a black tie, looking rather happy with the black suited one's Rage.

"Alright, I'm here. You had better start talking." Ulrich said to his counterpart.

"It's quite simple really... For a man as powerful as you, you don't really use your power." He countered, his empty eyes watching the angry ones' movements.

"I can Level mountains, Drown armies, and Raze anyone who gets too close to me. You have seen me preform every single one of these feats. How can you say that I don't use my power!?" Ulrich roared at his dopplegangar

"Then how did you lose to an androgynous little prick with a big stick?" He said, at which point ulrich sent a bolt of lightning directly at the white Ulrich, who leaned to the side to avoid the attack.

If you're going to mock me, you had better have a reason for me not to kill you." Ulrich would continue, clenching his fists tight enough that he almost made himself bleed.

"Oh my my, you talk about murder like it's easy for you. You lost in the FIRST round of the world tournament" The Opposite mocked happily. "Besides. You can't kill me. You're too egotistical to commit Suicide. So how about you stop all those idle threats, and I start telling you how to actually fight someone, hm?"

Ulrich scowled and muttered more than a few curses in more than a few languages as the white ulrich held out his hand, and a glowing whip would appear, amorphic and shifting like actual lightning. "This is what you're going to have to be able to do if you even want to DREAM of being powerful." He would explain, his voice growing serious as he suddenly flicked his wrist, sending a tendril of lightning towards ulrich faster than he could react, blowing him back towards the edge of his personal island.

Ulrich, however, not to be shown-up, held out his hand, focusing his chakra into his right hand, as a spark of electricity shot out, but barely did anything at all, much less forging an electric whip to the likes of which his Shadow had Created.

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"You call that something deserving of the title "Thunder God" You are a pathetic show for a human being." The white Ulrich would say in as insulting of a voice as could possibly be made. Ulrich stood up and charged forward, pulling out his own personal whip, and slinging it at his body double, angered by the reaction of the being sidestepping the attack, evading the concussive explosion that hit the ground, and then turning, lazily swinging that electric whip right at him, giving ulrich only enough time to bring his arms up in defense before the whip hit him with the force of a train, sending him skidding a long distance again.

"You won't be able to beat me unless you're able to preform this technique!" He yelled at ulrich, Who spat blood as he stood up, panting heavily.

"Why not!?" Ulrich growled, raising his hand into the air, as stone spikes attempted to imaple the Imposter, who more than easily slipped between them.

"Because I'm not real... at least, in a physical sense. There's not actually anyone 'here' to attack. This is just my way of teaching you this technique!" He said with a humorless laugh, watching the proud ban surrender to his own logic as he closed his eyes, focusing heavily on his right hand as chakra began to weave itself into a fine shape, as he soon found his hand slapped by the technique he was trying to emulate.

WRONG! This is not a technique based upon finesse that you seem so proud of using. This is a technique of POWER and you do NOT need to hold back, you do NOT need to over think this. He Growled at him. "Don't try to calm yourself down. Do this when you're Pissed off. Do this technique when all you want to do is blow someone's head off! He roared at ulrich.

Losing his temper had always been a problem with ulrich, so trying to keep himself calm is what he always did. But using a technique that he could only learn when he was beyond pissed? He held out his hand and just hemorrhaged a lot of chakra, focusing it into the proper element as a single circle of electricity formed as he gripped and slung, throwing a tendril forward, but the technique dissipated before it got anywhere close to his Mimic.

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Ulrich's failure was met with a lash to the face that sent him tumbling in an overly comedic way, his own clothes tearing to shreds in the process. He was prone for quite a while, before he forced himself to a standing position, his clothes mending together to look like they hadn't been scratched. rage was almost literally seeping from his body as he clenched his fist, focusing chakra into his fist, his arm going numb from the amount of electricity flowing through it as he started lashing his hand left and right, in a way that he would throw a whip.

Shadow Ulrich didn't move, didn't flinch, but only stood there as lash after lash failed to be executed properly, stopping long before it got close to him, the chakra dissipating in mid air before it got close to him. In the end, the whip came forward, but rather a typical slap, this time it wrapped around Ulrich's throat, coursing electricity through his body, before a powerful tug lifted ulrich from the ground, to slam him into the dirt on the opposite side of his former self.

"You're trying to kill me... Aren't you?" Ulrich gasped out, his body seizing on the ground, unable to control his body as his mirror image walked right above him, slinging the Lash over his shoulder as casually as possible.

"Kill you? Good god no. I'm not suicidal!" He said, though followed with a knowing smile, and a glint in his hollow eyes. "But I think this is as good a time as any to take a break." He said with a laugh as he walked out of ulrich's limited field of vision.

He lay there, motionless, trying to force his body to obey his most simplest of commands, but he couldn't even blink properly. He could feel his heart beating at an irregular pace, and his breathing was erratic to the point that he was breathing out more than in. Eventually, it got to the point that his vision began fading, and he began to convulse until darkness took him, and sleep saved his life.

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Time does not pass appropriately when you're unconscious. The worst part is when being unconscious doesn't let you escape reality. Ulrich found himself in a room, or what he thought was a room. It was as if he was standing in a light, but there was no light source. he could see himself clearly enough, and a few meters in front of him, there was his white-clothed self, smiling.

"I told you I wasn't going to kill you. And besides, I think you've hand a long enough break, don't you?" The Inverted Version of Ulrich asked with a smile.

"Break? You left me along long enough for my own lungs to choke me out. It hasn't even been a minute!" Ulrich growled angrily at his inverted self, clenching his fists as he focused his rage into his hand, trying to just get it over with and hit his opposite self with the attack. However, the bolt of lightning didn't even get a quarter of the distance before it just evaporated.

Ulrich's twin, however, didn't react as if he ever saw it, and acted as if he had just shouted at him, as if he didn't attempt the technique again at all. "Are you sure? I think that you've been breaking for hours now." He said with a sadistic chuckle. In reality, ulrich would have no clue how long he had actually had to relax before his Doppelganger reawoke him to beat him further.

The Electric Lash formed in his Mirror's grasp easy enough as ulrich felt the familiar pain of being thrown an unknown distance through his own subconscious, only to reorient himself and discover he had barely moved an inch.

"See, I love this place. It makes everything so much easier." He said as he began walking around ulrich slowly. Ulrich took note that the last time he had been here, there was a thin glass-like wall that separated the two, and now the only thing that separated them was open space. That couldn't be good, truly. Sure, he knew that the mental barrier was more than dismantled, but he didn't quite realize it until that moment. "Here, I've taken decades learning everything about you, watching you... I guess you could call me your biggest fan and Greatest Critic!" He joked as he waited for ulrich to fail again, as the lash formed and was thrown. In respect, it went further than before, almost getting half way, but not close enough to make Anti-Ulrich even think about flinching.

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Ulrich stood guard for this next attack as the lash came in fast, too fast to react to, and was thrown through the air again to land exactly where he had been the entire time, huffing and puffing as he forced himself to stand up again.

"You really are the most stubborn person I've ever met. Of course, you're the only person I've actually met... can we fix that some time?" He asked that, tilting his head to the side with a cruel smile.

"I'm not sure that, nng... Letting out a demented Psychotic alter-ego would be, gah... the best Business plan for me..." Ulrich mocked, panting heavily as he straightened himself up, and clenching his fist.

However, before ulrich could even swing his arm to attempt the technique again, he found his face being thrown the opposite direction of his neck, and then another, and then another... He didn't quite know how, but he appeared to have upset himself. Pain didn't even hurt anymore as his body convulsed against its will. F-Funny... Physics still seem to be applying. Not exactly in m-my favor either...." He joked, with rage seething at the corners of his lips as he straightened himself up, glaring at the unholy thought process that was his complete opposite.

Ulrich's hand came up, hesitating for a moment as he concentrated on the technique, fueled by rage as he swung, the attack going straight for his Evil Self, stopping a hair's width from his nose.... but he knew. Somehow, he knew exactly that it would fail. He didn't flinch, he didn't blink, he didn't even breath differently as the attack failed to reach his alter-ego, and in return, hit him with the technique he was trying to replicate again, sending him flying to his exact location once again.

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The Two Ulrich's stood there within the Man's Subconscious as they stared each other down. How long had they been there? Was it seconds or hours? Moments or minutes? Ulrich himself didn't know. But at the same time, which could really be called 'the Real Ulrich' Both come from the same mind, the one dressed in black the respectable member of Seichi that won the world tournament... While the one dressed in white much more sinister, but representing everything that ulrich had ever wanted. Everyone has that dark part in their mind, that sinister thought that they keep pushed down. But what happens when that thought process develops a mind of its own, gets past the mental wall, and starts talking to you?

What happens when the dream has the option to wake up instead of you?

Ulrich's counterpart had narry a scratch upon his perfect white clothing, while Ulrich looked like he was ready for the count. However, this was Ulrich's mind, and that was ulrich's weapon. Ulrich took a deep breath as his body mended itself before his doppelgangers eyes, standing tall and proud again. This was Ulrich's mind, and he was king!

His right hand stuck straight out as the coil of lightning formed in his hand, while the white shadow just smirked and said "Good" in a way that made it seem as if he had planned this entire thing to the letter. Ulrich's whip slung towards his counterpart, slapping him firmly accross the face... but it didn't even disturb a hair on his face as the electricity exploded outwards.

"You finally figured out that this is your mind, and you can do anything you want in your mind... Unfortunately, this is my mind too, and I've been in here longer." His copy replied as he swung his own whip, launching ulrich an actual distance this time, but in the blink of an eye, his imitator closed the distance, mere feet from his face as he had to force himself to stand again.

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Ulrich stood up to face his impostor as he stared at the only opponent he couldn't beat. Sure, there were others that could beat him, but given enough time, he could beat anyone... But this person was too much. This Mental replica really was too much to fight. He literally knew every move ulrich could make, before ulrich could make it, and had everything ulrich did, but even more powerful. They were also locked in Ulrich's mind which his clone had absolute reign. And Ulrich was cocky enough to hold out his left hand, as a ring of electricity began to form, clenching his fist and throwing his arm down as the ring uncoiled into a lash that was an imitation of the one his imitator was using... which was quite ironic that his imitator was using the real thing while he himself was stuck with an imitation.

The lash came forward and for the first time, the white-clothed version of Ulrich actually dodged the attack, ducking down to avoid being hit with it, though he swung his own whip, weakly, but the electrical discharge of the attack was enough to launch the Seamonster of Sato back like a gold fish, hitting the imaginary ground heavily, struggling to force himself up.

"Aww, what's wrong? Am I not holding back enough?" He asked with a smirk. It wasn't too fun to think about the fact that he was indeed holding bac, and that ulrich was stuck with nothing more than attempting to get back up again and again... and Ulrich wasn't even sure if he was ever waking up from this bad Dream...

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The only Solice Ulrich had in the fact that he was just thrown like a sack of laundry was the fact that his replica dodged the attack, meaning that he was actually getting better. Ulrich, however, noticed something when he looked down at his right arm: It looked like it was in a losing fight with a tank of electric eels.

"Ah, so you finally noticed..." The white ulrich would say, suddenly behind the powerful Ninja. "This is a particularly powerful technique. Your body isn't quite used to handling this kind of power, Hmm? That's why we're fighting in your mind, to prevent you from killing your right arm, and making this entire training session useless." He would explain, sounding like he was bored of having to explain himself.

"Well well, aren't we just the good Samaritan?" Ulrich commented sarcastically as he flexed his fingers, which already felt numb... and he had a long way to go before he was actually done. Holding his numbing hand outwards, he summoned the Electric whip again as he gripped it firmly, trying to make it do what he wanted to do as he swung the whip at his alter ego.

The imitator dodged, as his own whip came forward to lash at the Real Ulrich, who was finally getting the hang of not getting hit by a supercharged bolt of lightning. he swung again, a different angle to side-swipe his opponent, but before he got halfway through his swing, too fast for even him to see, he felt like the strongest man alive just tackled him with his fist.

Ulrich staggered to get back up, his lungs refusing to breath proper air as his body double squatted down to look at him. "Let's not get cocky when you have no reason. We have a lot of work to do, even now, so don't think you can just get a cheap shot on me and wake up, mmkay?" He asked with a sneer as he walked away with so much cockiness exuding from him that it was practically palpable.

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Ulrich stood himself up to face his dooelgangar, tilting his head from left to right, popping his neck in the process before facing his opponent. This was a deadly duel of the mind, when suddenly, the white-dressed ulrich just shook his head. This is pointless..."

"You've been beating me up for this long, and now decide to inform me that this is all pointless?" Ulrich growled angrily at him, clenching his fists.

"Well, yes. You're just not getting it, and I suppose I'm not the best teacher in the world."

"You're me! How the hell am I supposed to learn something if even I can't teach it to myself!?"

"By learning from the one who taught me!"

"That makes no SENSE! I am me, and nobody taught me, and certainly nobody taught you without teaching me!"

"You know, you're kinda missing the big picture. Do you really think your mind is only split up into two halves? Really?" The white ulrich would wave his hand outward, and then in the blackness, three spotlights, with no source, would shine down on three others. they looked like younger ulrichs, but ones that had gone mad for one reason or another, curled into balls and mumbling incoherantly to himself. "Your mind is fragmented, Ulrich. Broken into pieces, so many pieces I doubt your brother could even put them together and make something that looks decent." He continued with a sadistic chuckle as he grabbed one ulrich who was squatted down on his toes, looking at the ground, and dragged him over to ulrich.

"This is the part of your mind where you get all the lovely ideas for Raiton jutsu. It's also why you're so good at Raiton jutsu! He taught me that lightning attack, and now he'll attack you, assuming you surive." The casualness of the ulrich-clone's voice was beyond unnerving

The white ulrich jumped back a good hundred feet in a single casual bound, as ulrich took a step forward."You're going to teach me the Lash of the Thunder God?" he said cautiously, his eyes trying to focus on the other ulrich, before the 'raiton attuned part of his mind' answered.

"No... I'm going to kill you. That was enough to make ulrich look away from his imposter to look at the insane child form of himself, as he let out an ear-piercing scream, and jumped into the air, his body shifting into that of a giant electric bird, one that easily towered over ulrich, with electricity bouncing off of his feathers.

Okay... I'm screwed..." ulrich said as the bird lunged at him

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Ulrich's body lurched backwards, feeling lighter than normal as the bird came down to smash it's face against the nonexistant ground, moving up into the air, as lashes of lightning started coming down. as fast as ulrich was, he was not able to evade all of the bolts of lightning, the pain being more than real as he was thrown back again and again. Ulrich reached own both hands, both of them glowing vividly as two of his own lashes appeared, a dark glare coming from his eyes, a glare that barely seemed human. electricity and pain coursed through his veins more than blood as he stood there, barely able to think straight as he stood one on one with a being that was essentially a god in this realm. So he didn't think

This is MY head. NOTHING will defeat me!" Ulrich thought to himself, inwardly, as he dodged to the right to avoid a single bolt that came down, and then raised both of his hands upwards, two whips of lightning raising up to strike the thunder bird, causing it to screech loudly, and fall to the ground.

But ulrich wasn't done. Walking towards the downed avian, a stone spike raised out of the ground, just inside of ulrich's reach, as he grabbed the spike, and ripped it out of the ground. Once he was at the bird's downed body, Ulrich's hand raised up, and stabbed the stone spike into the chest of the bird, watching it start to squeal in agony as ulrich's darkened eyes turned to look right at the being that had pitted him against the bird.

"I... Am tired of this... I am going to beat you down, and stuff you in a box so far in the back of my head, that you won't know which way is up." he said, his voice ragged, almost strained, but with so much fury in his eyes that it'd kill a lesser being.

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"Oh, I really don't think you are in the arguing position." The white-dressed ulrich said, looking beyond cocky as he just stood there, in front of ulrich, adjusting his tie.

"You are a result of MY mind, and I will see you dead." Ulrich growled at him, as the bolts of lightning came from his palms as he charged at the new being that ulrich had deemed his next opponent, but only made it a few steps, before he slammed headfirst into a thin glass wall, but one that was visibly thickening. "What's happening!?"

"Can't you tell? I'm taking over. With your mind under the mental stress, and me able to work without you consciously fighting me back... I've slipped over to the dominant side of your conciousness, and now I'm taking over. The other Ulrich said as he watched the glass thickening, but for the first time, something wasn't going as planned. Something was going wrong.

"That isn't going to happen." Ulrich's voice was dark, his eyes were unblinking, and his glare was strong enough that fractures were appearing in the mental barrier between him and his ironically darker half. Ulrich's hand came up, and slammed down, the lightning bolt in his hand slamming against the wall, as the white ulrich gripped his head in pain as ulrich's other hand came down, and the glass fractured further. The third lash smashed the glass, as the shards vanished into the blackness below the two.

"Now you just made me mad." He said as his own glare matching ulrich's. At this point, the black void around them started to turn blood red as the two glared at each other with enough furver to end a war.

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"Well fine then. Let's just end this now." The Doppelganger would say.

"Sounds good to me." Ulrich would reply as both of them threw their hands forward, electricity lashing against eachother as both combatants didn't blink, and only moved. Both of them were fully capable, and both came to the realization at the same time: They weren't limited to only their lightning jutsu. Both of them jumped to the side, just in time to avoid stone spikes raising from both of them.

"You know what happens at the end of this, right?" the White ulrich asked, a demented smile on his face.

"I am." He would respond, neither blinking, knowing what would happen should either of them blink. If one of them blink, then the other wins. And in a world where physical things aren't important, then they could go for hours without blinking. And so the battle would continue, Blasts of water, Bolts of lightning, and stone spikes everywhere. The battle was long, but there was one thing that the Real ulrich didn't anticipate... It wasn't a fair fight. From behind, the ground would raise up to grab him in a powerful embrace from the part of his mind that was where he got all his know-how of earth-based jutsu. He didn't even have time to realize what happened before one bolt of lightning wrapped around his throat, electrocuting him. Everything went from red to black.

When Ulrich came to, he found himself in the worst thing he could think of. A small glass box, with blackness around him, blackness so dark that it seemed like there was nothing around him. Ulrich shouted loudly into the blackness.

In the Concious world, though, ulrich's body would stand up and dust his well-tailored suit off, as he looked around.

"Well well, then, a bit dated, could use some improvements... but I like it." Ulrich would say. He would turn around and simply walk off his personal island, hands in his pockets, as if nothing had ever happened...