Prologue
POV: Our MC
An old man in a butler outfit stood in front of me, casually watching my life unfold like some cosmic reality TV show. His gaze fixated on me, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"This gave me an idea," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, is that a Naruto manga? Hmm, you like the Ruler class. Why not send you there with one?"
Wait... why does this old guy look suspiciously like Zelretch from all those fanfictions? And what's he doing in my dreams?
"Okay, I gotta be dreaming. You look like Zelretch. What are you doing in my dreams?" I said, suddenly wary. "You're here to troll me, aren't you?"
His grin widened. "Huh, you figured it out faster than the others. Most people ask for powers of Emiya or Gilgamesh. Would you like a blank Ruler class card?" He waved a hand, and a glowing card materialized before me.
I felt my stomach drop. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"
"Very much so," he said, the grin never leaving his face. "But I'll give you a little something extra. How about... Emiya's Raw Ass—"
"Ayo, say 'no homo' first!" I interrupted.
Zelretch chuckled darkly. "I'm joking, don't worry."
"Say it."
"I REFUSE."
"Yup, confirmed. You're a troll and a weirdo."
"Back to the point," Zelretch continued. "Remember these words deep in your soul. Think upon the Burning Heaven, that would be as a ring of the Flower that protects me. The Flower that blooms by my hand in the name of Rho Aias." He paused, then sighed. "The phrase I am the Bone of my Sword has been overused, don't you think?"
Well, he's not wrong there. Still, I decided not to provoke him further. Messing with someone who can freely hop across the multiverse doesn't seem wise.
I crossed my arms. "Alright, let's get this straight. I want to be the male version of Jeanne d'Arc and Naruto's twin brother. I don't trust you to gender-bend me, especially with your... track record."
Zelretch smirked. "You took all the fun out of it, but fine. I'll pass this time. And since I'm feeling generous, I'll throw in some Demon Slayer techniques. You can use them depending on your chakra nature."
"Great," I muttered sarcastically. "But you know I'll end up making some kind of sword with a soul, right?"
"Do it, no balls," Zelretch said, grinning like a maniac. "Is that what your generation says nowadays?"
Right, definitely a troll. "Whatever. So, this is where I fade into the light or something?"
Zelretch waved his hand dismissively. "One last thing. T is for Today's the Day. Today's the Day."
I narrowed my eyes. "Of course, you'd know that, you stupid vampire."
Suddenly, a portal opened beneath my feet, and I found myself teetering on the edge of the void. "Zelretch, why is there a portal under me—"
"Good luck falling for thirty minutes—oops, I mean eternity." He gave me a sarcastic salute.
"YOU SUCK!" I shouted as I plummeted into the multiversal abyss.
Falling through the void that connects the multiverse...
Suddenly, my fall was interrupted by a second figure: none other than Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, the Sage of Six Paths himself. His ethereal form materialized, glowing with ancient power.
"Oh great, now what?" I groaned. "I don't need two godly weirdos messing with me."
Hagoromo frowned. "Zelretch, what are you doing?"
"Just having a bit of fun," Zelretch replied casually. "Sending this one to your world. Thought it could use some... spice."
"You're tampering with fate again," Hagoromo said, narrowing his eyes at the vampire. "I warned you about this last time."
Zelretch smirked. "And yet, here we are."
Hagoromo sighed. "You should have learned by now that interfering with human lives has consequences. You can't just throw people into alternate universes for your entertainment."
"Who says I can't?" Zelretch shot back. "Besides, it's not like I'm throwing him in without a lifeline. Look, I gave him a Ruler class card and a male Jeanne template. He'll be fine."
"Fine?" Hagoromo raised an eyebrow. "You are sending him to my multiverse. Have you seen how many world-ending threats pop up there?"
Zelretch waved his hand dismissively. "Please, this guy's a fan. He's read all the fanfictions. He'll be fine."
I was still falling through the void, listening to two god-tier beings argue over my fate. Is this what my life has come to?
Hagoromo turned to me with a look of pity. "I'm sorry about this. He tends to... get carried away."
"Yeah, no kidding," I muttered. "Can't you just... not drop me into the chaos?"
"I would," Hagoromo said, glancing at Zelretch. "But unfortunately, I can't interfere with his magic once it's in motion. However, I will give you one piece of advice. Always trust in your own will. That is what will guide you."
Zelretch rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Stop being so dramatic. You're going to be fine. Now—enjoy the fall!"
With that, Hagoromo vanished, and I was left falling through the infinite void again.
Time Skip: Birth of Natsuto
"Come on, Kushina, push! You still have another baby in there!" Biwako Sarutobi urged, wiping sweat from her brow.
"I'M TRYING!" Kushina screamed. "I'm going to kill Minato after this!"
Minato flinched beside her, but he managed to keep a supportive smile. "You're doing great, Kushina."
As I was reborn into this world, the first thing I heard was the unmistakable voice of Kushina Uzumaki. She looked just as stunning as in the anime, if not more so. But it was quickly followed by the realization that I had been reborn in one of those alternative universes.
"Do you think I will be able to go see my wife and sons, Biwako?" Minato asked anxiously.
"You better ask the mother first," Biwako retorted, not missing a beat.
Then the swirl of space jutsu enveloped the room, and a dark figure appeared, yanking me away from Kushina's arms.
And just like that, I was thrown into a world of chaos, war, and ninja politics.
Third POV
The atmosphere in the council chambers was thick with tension, the weight of the recent Kyuubi attack still heavy on everyone's minds. The room was dimly lit, with a long, rectangular table at its center. Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, sat at the head of the table, his expression grave but composed. Surrounding him were the key figures of Konoha: the elders, Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane, along with the heads of the major clans and other influential figures.
"We've lost a great deal," Hiruzen began, breaking the silence, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Many lives were taken during the Kyuubi's rampage, including our Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, and his wife, Kushina Uzumaki. But, thanks to Minato's sacrifice, the beast was sealed once again, and Konoha stands."
Whispers spread around the room, the mention of Minato's name stirring both grief and respect. The clan heads exchanged looks, each grappling with the fallout from the devastating attack.
Hiashi Hyuga, head of the Hyuga clan, was the first to speak. "The damage to our village is undeniable. The Hyuga compound suffered minimal losses, but the same cannot be said for many of the other districts. How will we handle the rebuilding process, Hokage-sama?"
Hiruzen nodded, folding his hands on the table. "Reconstruction will begin immediately. We will allocate resources based on the most urgent needs. But beyond the physical damage, there are... other matters we must address."
Danzo, seated near the elders, leaned forward, his voice cutting through the room. "Indeed, Hiruzen. What of the jinchuriki? The Kyuubi's power was sealed into the twins, correct? We need to ensure they are properly handled. The threat they pose to the village cannot be ignored."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the council, but Hiruzen's expression remained firm. "The twins are not a threat, Danzo. Minato chose to seal the Kyuubi within them because he trusted that they would grow to become protectors of this village. They are children—orphans now—and I will ensure that they are treated as such."
Homura Mitokado, one of the elders, chimed in, his tone cautious. "Hiruzen, I understand your compassion, but we must think of the village's safety. The Kyuubi's power is immense, and these children... they are still unstable. Perhaps a more... controlled environment would be appropriate?"
Hiruzen's eyes hardened, but before he could speak, Shikaku Nara, head of the Nara clan, interjected, his usual lazy drawl replaced with seriousness. "If I may, Hokage-sama. We all know what Danzo is really suggesting." He shot a sidelong glance at Danzo, who remained impassive. "Root, or whatever shadow operations you have, isn't the answer. Turning those kids into weapons will only backfire. We need to focus on guiding them, not controlling them."
Inoichi Yamanaka nodded in agreement. "I agree with Shikaku. These are still children. They've lost their parents. What they need now is stability and a nurturing environment, not isolation or military training."
"Bah!" Danzo scoffed, slamming his hand on the table. "You're all blind. Sentimentality will get this village destroyed. I'm not saying we turn them into weapons, but we need to ensure they're loyal—completely loyal to Konoha. How can we trust that they won't become the next disaster waiting to happen?"
Hiruzen took a deep breath, his voice calm but firm. "The twins will be raised in this village, surrounded by people who care for them. They will learn the Will of Fire, the same as any other child. We will not treat them like prisoners or tools. Minato entrusted their future to us, and I will not dishonor that by turning them into something they are not."
Koharu Utatane, ever pragmatic, spoke up. "What of the village's perception? The people are frightened, Hiruzen. They lost their loved ones to the Kyuubi, and now that same beast is sealed within two children. Fear can lead to dangerous actions. How do you propose we handle that?"
Hiruzen looked around the room, his gaze steady. "We will keep the identities of the twins as jinchuriki a secret, for now. Only those in this room will know. The rest of the village will know them as the orphans of Minato and Kushina, nothing more."
"That's risky," Hiashi commented. "If the truth comes out—"
"—Then we will deal with it when the time comes," Hiruzen interrupted, his tone final. "For now, the twins' safety and well-being are my priority. I expect all of you to respect this decision."
Danzo's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a scowl. "You're too soft, Hiruzen. This idealism will be your downfall. Mark my words, you will regret this."
Hiruzen's gaze didn't falter. "Perhaps. But I will not let fear dictate our future. The twins will be protected, and they will grow into shinobi who will serve this village with honor."
The room fell silent again, the tension lingering as the council members processed Hiruzen's decision. Finally, Shikaku sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, it's troublesome, but I think the Hokage's right. We have to trust in Minato's choice."
Slowly, others began to nod in agreement, though Danzo remained stiff, his resentment clear.
Hiruzen, seeing that the majority of the council had accepted his decision, stood up. "Then it's settled. We'll begin rebuilding the village immediately, and the twins' situation will remain confidential. This meeting is adjourned."
As the clan heads and elders began to file out, Danzo lingered for a moment longer, his eyes locked on Hiruzen. "You're making a mistake, Hiruzen. You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment."
Hiruzen turned to face him, his expression unyielding. "And you're letting your ambition cloud yours. Remember your place, Danzo. You are not Hokage."
With a frustrated grunt, Danzo turned on his heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Hiruzen remained standing, gazing out the window at the village he had sworn to protect, knowing that the path ahead would not be easy—but it was one he was willing to walk.
The council chambers were alive with voices, the aftermath of the Kyuubi attack still fresh in everyone's minds. Clansmen and elders filled the room, each speaking over one another, their opinions as varied as the markings on their foreheads. Amidst the chaos, Hiruzen Sarutobi maintained a calm facade, though inside, he felt the strain of leadership weigh heavily on his shoulders.
As the meeting adjourned, the air thick with unresolved tension, Hiruzen rose from his seat, nodding respectfully to the elders. The chatter faded behind him as he made his way through the ornate halls of the Hokage Tower, a sense of foreboding looming ahead.
Danzo Shimura followed closely, his presence like a shadow—always lurking, always demanding. Hiruzen could feel the man's eyes burning into his back, full of unspoken criticism and contempt.
"You can't be serious about this, Hiruzen," Danzo's voice cut through the silence, low and accusatory. "The twins are a liability. We need to take action before it's too late."
Hiruzen turned, his gaze steady. "You know as well as I do that they need our guidance, not your manipulative control."
With a heavy sigh, he pushed open the door to his office, the familiar wooden frame creaking slightly as he stepped inside, followed closely by Danzo. The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the walls, reflecting the turmoil brewing within. Hiruzen's desk, cluttered with reports and scrolls, seemed a world away from the chaos of the council chambers.
Once the door clicked shut behind them, Danzo wasted no time, advancing toward the desk with an aggressive stride. "You're putting sentiment over strategy. It's a weakness that will cost you dearly," he spat, leaning heavily on his cane.
Hiruzen remained composed, his features betraying none of the frustration churning inside. "And you're willing to sacrifice their very souls to satisfy your paranoia," he countered, voice steady. "I won't allow it."
The atmosphere crackled with tension, the air thickening with the weight of their words. Hiruzen's resolve stood firm, a beacon of light against Danzo's encroaching darkness.
"You will regret this," Danzo hissed, the promise hanging in the air like a curse.
Hiruzen took a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. "Get out of my office, Danzo. Your ambitions will not dictate our village's future. Not now, not ever."
With a final glare, Danzo turned sharply, his footsteps echoing ominously as he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Hiruzen let out a long, weary sigh, the burden of leadership settling back onto his shoulders.
He glanced around his office, the familiarity offering a momentary sense of comfort amidst the chaos. Though the battle with Danzo was far from over, he had won this round. The future of the twins remained in safer hands, and that thought alone brought him a flicker of hope amid the uncertainty.
(Time skip)
The early years of Natsuto and Naruto were filled with a quiet intensity. Though they were twins, they each carried distinct destinies and burdens beyond their understanding. Natsuto, blessed—and sometimes burdened—with the spiritual presence of Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne d'Arc Alter, had a unique awareness. Even as a toddler, the whispers of the heroic spirits accompanied him, guiding him and observing the world through his eyes. The soothing and fierce energies of Jeanne and Jeanne Alter offered him both comfort and challenge.
By the time Natsuto could walk, he was already accustomed to hearing Jeanne's gentle reassurances and Jeanne Alter's blunt, sometimes fierce advice. They spoke to him in moments of solitude, their voices echoing in his mind, shaping his thoughts in ways that even adults would struggle to comprehend. Meanwhile, Kurama—the part of the Nine-Tailed Fox residing within him—exuded a calmer, almost protective energy, tempered by its understanding of Natsuto's innocence.
Naruto, on the other hand, was unaware of the spiritual legacy coursing through him. The spirit of Asura lay dormant, waiting for the right time to awaken. Naruto's childhood was marked by confusion and loneliness as he often felt overlooked, shadowed by a village that whispered about him but offered no explanations.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, watched the twins grow, mindful of their unique heritage and the potential they represented. Despite the growing responsibilities and threats looming over Konoha, he remained steadfast in his resolve to protect them. His determination often brought him into conflict with Danzo, who saw only the power they possessed and the strategic advantage they could provide to the village.
As Natsuto approached his fourth birthday, his interactions with Jeanne, Jeanne Alter, and Kurama began to shape more complex thoughts. The spirits would test him, asking questions that challenged his understanding of right and wrong, loyalty and rebellion. While Jeanne Alter pushed him to be unyielding and strong, Jeanne balanced that with lessons on compassion and justice.
By the age of four, Natsuto's body grew stronger, and he found himself able to move more freely. The spirits within him noted this development with silent approval, preparing him for the path ahead. The whispers from Jeanne and Jeanne Alter became more frequent and more detailed, preparing him for challenges even he could not yet fathom.
Naruto, unaware of the spiritual conversations his brother experienced, played and trained with innocent determination. His laughter and boundless energy were his own form of resilience, a light that shone despite the coldness of the village.
The stage was set for the twins, both blessed and burdened by legacies they had yet to fully grasp. The spirits within them watched, waited, and guided—preparing for the day when destiny would call upon them to step into the world and face the trials that awaited.
Picture of Mc and his Anbu (alter) version, two swords, her flag and let's not forget Emiya raw ass. I myself am not sure on breathing styles so go and decide.