A cold breeze passed through the remains of Konoha, whispering through the rubble like a mournful lament. The village, still recovering from the devastation left by Pain's attack, was silent, save for the distant cries of the wounded and the occasional crackle of a dying flame.
In a darkened room, the soft glow of the moon illuminated a still figure. Naruto Uzumaki, the hero of Konoha, the man who had fought and bled for his home, lay unmoving. His usually vibrant blue eyes had dulled, frozen in a final moment of betrayal. A kunai, laced with wind chakra, had torn through his neck and heart in a swift, merciless strike—an execution carried out with precision.
Standing over the fallen hero was a man covered in bandages, his lone visible eye gazing down impassively.
"Sigh… blame Saru for this, Naruto," Danzo Shimura muttered, his voice devoid of remorse.
The kunai slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the wooden floor. Blood seeped into the sheets, staining them crimson, as the once-bright flame of Naruto Uzumaki was snuffed out before it could reach its full potential.
Danzo turned away, his mind already shifting to the next phase of his plan. The village was weak, its forces spread thin, and even if there were any security measures in place, none would be able to challenge him now. With Naruto gone, the only real obstacle in his path had been removed.
"With this, the threat has been silenced. Now… to use the Hyūga clan."
His footsteps were measured as he left the room, heading towards the Hyūga compound. Hinata Hyūga, the current heir of the clan, was the perfect candidate for his ambitions. He had long known of her infatuation with Naruto, and with the boy dead, her fragile mind would be easy to manipulate. The Hyūga were the strongest remaining force in Konoha, and through Hinata, Danzo would seize their power for himself.
A cruel smirk tugged at his lips beneath the bandages. Konoha would rise again—not as a village of ideals, but as a nation ruled by order and control. And he, Danzo Shimura, would be its true Hokage.
Yet, fate was not so easily bound by human ambition.
"WAKE UP."
A sharp voice echoed in his mind, dragging Naruto out of unconsciousness. His eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, all he saw were trees swaying gently in the wind.
'What…?'
His body felt weightless, his thoughts sluggish, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
There shouldn't be trees in Konoha.
His heart pounded as he pushed himself up, his limbs feeling heavier than usual. He noticed something odd—he was in the center of a large crater, the earth cracked and displaced around him as if he had fallen from a great height. Dust clung to his clothes, but other than that, he felt no injuries.
'Kyuubi?' Naruto called out mentally, his senses sharpening.
'Boy, we died.'
Naruto froze, his breath hitching. The words came with a cold finality that sent a chill down his spine.
'I didn't know you could joke,' he thought, chuckling dryly, trying to dismiss the ridiculous statement. His hands dusted off his orange jacket as he took a step forward—only to notice something else.
There were people gathered around the crater. Dozens of them. Holding strange devices that flickered with flashes of light.
'Cameras? Are they… recording me?'
He saw tiny screens displaying his image, confirming his suspicion. Some people were gasping, others whispering in hushed tones. They were afraid.
'Look up and see where you are.'
At Kurama's insistence, Naruto slowly tilted his head back—and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Towering structures loomed above him, scraping the heavens, adorned with neon lights and glass windows reflecting the cityscape. Flying machines zipped through the air, and the noise of bustling life surrounded him from every direction.
This… wasn't Konoha.
This wasn't even the world he knew.
A wave of nausea washed over him as reality began sinking in.
'What… happened?'
'Danzo. That one-eyed bastard beside the Third killed you in your sleep.'
Naruto's fists clenched involuntarily. His mind reeled at the claim.
'There's no way that's possible—'
'You were left unprotected.'
'Shut up. I am not listening to your bullshit,' Naruto growled internally, forcing himself to breathe. He couldn't afford to lose control. Not now. Not when everything was this confusing.
Steeling himself, he turned to the crowd and tried to speak.
"Hey! Can anyone tell me where I am?" His voice carried over the murmuring crowd, but instead of answers, the people started backing away. Some even turned and ran.
Naruto's brow furrowed.
"They… can't understand me?" he muttered in frustration. That complicated things. If he was going to figure out where he was, he needed someone who could communicate with him.
As he took a step forward, preparing to leave the park, something—or someone—caught his attention.
A girl, hovering above the ground, her golden hair flowing in the wind, a red cape billowing behind her.
Naruto's breath hitched.
"She's flying… just like Pain's jutsu."
The girl wore a form-fitting blue bodysuit with a red and yellow emblem on her chest, her legs left uncovered. There was no doubt about it—she was different from the normal people.
Naruto's heart pounded. If there were flying people in this world, then this was definitely not an illusion.
Gathering himself, he put on his best smile and raised his hand in greeting. "Hello!"
The girl's sharp blue eyes locked onto him. She didn't seem hostile—more curious than anything.
To his surprise, she responded, "Hello."
Naruto blinked. She understood him?
'She must have some kind of translator,' he reasoned. Either that, or somehow he wasn't speaking in his usual language anymore.
He didn't know whether to be relieved or more confused.
The air was thick with curiosity and unease as a crowd gathered around the newly-formed crater in the middle of the park. People whispered among themselves, pointing at the blond figure standing in the center. Cameras flashed, recording his every movement, but Naruto hardly paid them any attention. His focus was entirely on the young woman hovering above him.
Her golden hair billowed in the wind, and the red cape draped over her shoulders only added to her imposing presence. The emblem on her chest—a red and yellow "S"—stood out boldly against her blue suit. She wasn't just flying; she radiated confidence and authority.
A hero.
That was the first word that came to Naruto's mind.
"Thank God!" he breathed in relief. "My name is Naruto, and I'm from the Land of Fire. Could you please guide me home?"
His tone was hopeful, his blue eyes filled with expectation. He didn't belong here—he knew that much—but if she could understand him, maybe she could help.
Kara Zor-El—Supergirl—felt a pang of guilt as she listened to his plea. She had been in a similar situation once, stranded on Earth after Krypton's destruction, lost and confused. She understood the desperation in his voice all too well.
Her expression softened, but her next words were not what he wanted to hear.
"There is no 'Land of Fire' on Earth," she said carefully. "Are you human?"
Naruto frowned at the odd question, looking down at his hands and patting his arms, as if checking himself. "Of course, what do I look like?"
Kara tilted her head slightly, studying him. He certainly looked human—tanned skin, bright blond hair, deep blue eyes. His clothes were unusual, but that wasn't uncommon in a world filled with metahumans, aliens, and masked vigilantes. What struck her as odd, though, was the energy radiating from him. It wasn't Kryptonian, but it wasn't entirely human either.
Something was different about him.
As she pondered this, Naruto's expression shifted from confusion to realization.
'Kyuubi, tell me—where are we?'
Inside his mind, a deep growl resonated.
'It's another world, boy. Our souls and bodies have somehow awakened here without our permission.'
Naruto's fists clenched slightly. 'Do you know how?'
'No.' Kurama sounded irritated, clearly displeased by the situation. 'And I don't like being played with. We're being used as pawns in something bigger.'
Naruto exhaled through his nose, frustration simmering beneath the surface. 'So, I died? Is that what you're saying?'
'You are dead in your world and brought here somehow. Find that reason or just live peacefully—I don't want to die so pitifully again.'
Naruto smirked slightly at the fox's words. 'Sheesh, curb your pride. You're already experiencing the lowest possible outcome, so this shouldn't be anything new.'
'I would like to see you come in here and say that to my face.'
'Maybe next time—once I finish mastering Sage Mode.'
'Hah! I'll be waiting.'
The internal conversation ended just as Kara spoke again.
"Then let me check with my cousin and see if we can find your place."
"Then let's go to where he is." Naruto had already felt it was too much for a genjutsu and who would actually put him in one.
"No need to go looking for my cousin," she said, scanning the growing crowd. "He'll come to us."
Naruto followed her gaze, noticing the increasing number of onlookers. Some were recording, others were murmuring to each other. The tension was rising.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," Kara suggested.
Extending her hand toward him, she waited for him to take it.
Naruto hesitated for a moment before gripping her hand. The next thing he knew, his feet left the ground.
His eyes widened slightly as Kara lifted him effortlessly into the air, carrying him toward the rooftop of a nearby building. He had ridden on summons and even flown with a toad before, but this—this was different. It was like she wasn't even trying.
They landed gently, the wind rustling their hair as Kara released his hand.
"Thanks for the help, uh…" Naruto trailed off, looking at her expectantly.
"Supergirl," she answered with a small smile.
Naruto blinked. "What?"
"Supergirl," she repeated.
"I know you're a super girl, but what's your name?" Naruto asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Kara chuckled at his words, shaking her head. "That is my name. Well, my public one, at least."
Naruto crossed his arms, nodding in understanding. "Oh, I get it. You use an alias to keep enemies from attacking your private life."
"Exactly," Kara said, pleasantly surprised by how quickly he caught on. "And you?"
"I am a Shinobi and a Sage," Naruto replied proudly.
Kara raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like one."
Naruto gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if she had struck a mortal blow. "I take offense to that! I am a great ninja with many achievements!"
Kara laughed at his exaggerated reaction. "Alright, alright, I believe you."
Naruto huffed, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
For the first time since waking up in this unfamiliar world, he didn't feel completely alone.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you two."
Naruto turned toward the new voice and nearly rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Standing before him was a man even more ridiculously dressed than Kara.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding authority, the man wore a blue suit with a red cape billowing behind him. But what caught Naruto off guard the most was the unmistakable red trunks over his suit.
'And people complained that I have no taste in fashion.'
Without thinking, Naruto blurted out, "Why are you wearing your underwear on top?"
For a split second, there was silence. Then—
"HAHAHA!" Kara burst into laughter, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the sound, but her shoulders still shook.
Superman—Clark Kent—sighed, though amusement flickered in his eyes. "It's not underwear. The design was inspired by professional wrestlers. I wanted to stand out."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "You do know there are other ways to stand out, right?"
Clark exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. "Let's get back to the topic. Do you have any idea how you ended up here?"
Naruto sobered up, his carefree attitude shifting as he crossed his arms. "No. One moment, I was sleeping, and the next, I was in the park."
Clark nodded, scanning Naruto carefully. His X-ray vision revealed that, biologically, Naruto was completely human. However, there was something unusual—his muscles were far denser than normal, nearly on par with a Kryptonian under a yellow sun. That meant one thing: super strength.
"You're in a different world, Naruto. A different dimension, to be exact," Clark explained.
Naruto's face remained impassive. "Okay."
Clark and Kara exchanged a glance. That was... a surprisingly calm response. Most people would have panicked.
"Unfortunately, we don't have a direct way to send you back," Clark continued, his voice steady. "But we can talk to someone who might be able to help."
Naruto nodded. "Okay, let's go."
His response was quick and firm, but inside, a storm raged. He was stranded. His best friend was out there, his village in ruins, and he had no way to return. The thought sent a sharp pang through his chest, but he quickly crushed the emotion before it could take root.
For now, he had no choice but to rely on these people. His instincts told him they were good. If he tried to figure things out alone, he'd be stuck fumbling in the dark.
Clark and Kara noticed the faint flicker of pain in his eyes but didn't comment on it. Instead, they took to the skies, carrying Naruto with them toward their destination.
As they soared above the city, Naruto took a deep breath and tried to think clearly.
'Kyuubi, what do you think?'
A deep growl resonated in his mind.
'You will only find failure in this endeavor, boy. We are connected to this world now.'
Naruto's heart clenched. 'What do you mean?'
'It means someone erased our connection to our original world. I can feel my energy—it's no longer tied to our old dimension. It matches this one now.'
Naruto's fingers twitched. 'How the hell is that possible?'
'Someone powerful brought us here. And they didn't do it for fun. We were summoned for a reason.'
The revelation hit Naruto harder than he wanted to admit. Someone had ripped him from his home. From his friends. From his duty.
'So, what do I do?'
'You can either move along with their plan or try to find out who did this.'
Naruto's jaw tightened. 'And if I find them?'
'Then you better hope you're strong enough to face them. Whoever pulled this off is beyond our level.'
Naruto exhaled through his nose, a sharp, controlled breath. He owed whoever did this for giving him another chance at life… but if they thought they could control him, they were dead wrong.
For now, though, he had no choice but to see what these new people could offer.
As they neared their destination, Naruto pushed aside his swirling emotions. One step at a time.
And the first step? Meeting this "Zatanna."
Naruto ignored the lingering words of the Kyuubi. It wasn't the time to dwell on them.
Their flight took them to Las Vegas, where the city's vibrant lights and towering casinos illuminated the night. It was a dazzling spectacle, but Naruto barely paid it any mind. His focus was on the mission at hand.
Zatanna was hosting a magic show at one of the grand theaters, but they arrived just as the performance ended. Perfect timing.
Backstage, in her dressing room, the air smelled faintly of incense and stage makeup. Zatanna sat before a well-lit mirror, removing her hat as she turned to greet them.
"How can I help you, Superman?" she asked casually, her voice smooth yet commanding.
Clark, ever direct, got straight to the point. "Can you check if you're able to return him home—to his own dimension?"
Zatanna turned, her sharp, knowing gaze settling on Naruto. Unlike Clark and Kara—who were effectively blind to magic—she saw everything.
A flicker of surprise crossed her face as she peered into Naruto's very being.
Enormous power. Raw, untamed, swirling within him like a raging storm.
His energy was unlike anything common in this world, but it wasn't entirely foreign to her.
"Definitely not from here," she said, adjusting her gloves as she continued examining him. "I can sense a lot of chakra inside him. Most people here barely have any."
Clark and Kara exchanged a look. They were familiar with different energy sources—Kryptonian solar absorption, magic, metahuman mutations—but chakra? That was new to them.
"You have chakra?" Kara asked curiously.
Naruto shook his head. "Not exactly. It's… a bit more than that."
Zatanna smiled knowingly. "I see. Well, I don't use chakra. I have mana—a different type of energy. But since you're leaving, there's no point in diving into a lecture, is there?"
Her words were casual, but Naruto caught the slight pause in her voice. Something was off.
Zatanna lifted a hand, her fingers moving gracefully as she murmured an incantation. The very air shimmered with power as she searched for his origin.
A moment passed.
Then another.
Naruto held his breath.
And then—Zatanna's expression shifted.
"You're from here," she said, her voice softer now.
Naruto's stomach dropped. His eyes narrowed. "That's not possible. I saw everything on the way here—your cities, your people, your world. None of this exists in my home. You don't exist in my world."
Zatanna sighed, standing up from her chair. "Someone has made you part of this world," she explained. "They rewrote the connection between you and your original dimension. Finding your way home is now almost impossible."
Her voice held regret.
"I'm sorry, Naruto," she continued, "but this is beyond my abilities. Whoever did this isn't just powerful—they're immortal. If they don't want you to leave, then you won't. And trust me… it's better for all of us to stay out of this."
Naruto's body locked up. His mind went blank.
No.
His breath hitched. His heartbeat pounded like a war drum. No, no, no—
Then, the pain hit.
It was like a knife plunging into his chest, twisting deeper and deeper until it reached his soul.
His knees buckled. He hit the floor, hands clenched into tight fists.
This wasn't about him.
Sasuke needed him.
The village needed him.
They were waiting. They were suffering. And he… he was stuck here.
Naruto's fingers dug into the floorboards, his knuckles turning white.
Clark stepped forward. "Naruto—"
"I—" His voice came out strained, his throat tight. "I can't stay here. They—"
He stopped.
Because what was the point of saying it?
Sasuke couldn't hear him. His people couldn't hear him.
Nobody could.
Zatanna sighed, kneeling beside him. Her usual confidence had softened into something gentler.
"I know it's hard," she said. "But this doesn't mean all hope is lost."
Naruto didn't look at her. His nails scraped against the floor. He refused to accept this.
He wasn't going to sit around and do nothing.
If someone brought him here, that meant they could be found.
And if they could be found—
He would make them send him back.
No matter what it took.