I don't know if I did a good job with this mini arc. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it.
As for the poll I made, I'll DxD Odin first and someone suggested Naruto learning ruins/Fuinjutsu then I'll do that.
Then Erina, Alice and their grandfather.
I imagine MC being invited to judge food.
Not sure if I should time skip to get into Tensura where MC evolves or continue with this pace and one more like Fairy tail with Zeref.
I was also considering Anakin simply leaving his world behind with Padme or Make it so that Oogway invited to discuss his views on the Jedi council.
I imagine Oogway dogging every jedi solo 😅
"Outnumbered, you are." - Master Yoda.
"But not outmatch." - Oogway.
Anyways if you still have suggestions feel free to tell me.
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- Hiruzen -
I sat in my office, the ever-growing pile of paperwork before me a testament to the village's constant needs.
The candlelight flickered, casting shadows against the walls lined with past Hokage portraits—watchful eyes that reminded me of the burden I carried. It was then that the knock came.
"Hokage-sama," the voice beyond the door was urgent. Too urgent.
"Enter," I commanded, setting my brush down.
A masked ANBU stepped in, dropping to one knee.
"Naruto Uzumaki has gone missing."
The words settled in the air like a suffocating fog. A slow, deliberate inhale kept my hands from trembling.
"Explain."
"The shinobi assigned to watch over him lost sight of him a few hours ago. There were no signs of a struggle, no trace of an abduction. He simply vanished."
I closed my eyes. Naruto… gone. My mind raced through possibilities, but I quickly suppressed my rising concern. Fear would do no good here.
"I want every available ANBU on this. No stone left unturned," I ordered, my voice firm.
"Not a word of this reaches the civilians."
"Understood, Hokage-sama!" The ANBU vanished in a swirl of leaves, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I leaned back, exhaling slowly. This… this was not supposed to happen. I had done everything I could for the boy—everything that was necessary. The village was not kind to him, but I had ensured he had a home, an allowance, and protection. Was it ideal? No. But it was for the best.
The people of Konoha feared him, hated him for something beyond his control. Yet, had I forced them to embrace him, and reveal who he was then many of his father's enemies would come and hunt him down.
I thought of Minato and Kushina. What would they say if they saw him now? My chest tightened. Perhaps… perhaps they would have disagreed with my choices. But they were gone. And I—I—was the Hokage.
But now, Naruto was missing. And I could not shake the sinking feeling that, despite all my efforts, I had failed him.
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- Danzo -
The moment the report reached me, I knew the village was weaker for it.
Naruto Uzumaki had disappeared.
I stood in the dimly lit chamber beneath Konoha, the flickering torches casting shadows along the cold stone walls.
My grip tightened on the cane in my hand as I absorbed the information. The shinobi assigned to monitor the boy had lost sight of him. No signs of forced entry, no chakra signatures lingering in his apartment. He had simply vanished.
A failure. A disgraceful lapse in security.
Hiruzen would be panicked, scurrying to send ANBU in all directions like frightened mice. Sentimental fool. His weakness had led to this.
Naruto was not just a child. He was the container of the Nine-Tails. A weapon—one that the village needed under control.
I had offered to raise him, to mold him into something Konoha could wield with certainty.
But Hiruzen had denied me, choosing instead to let the boy wander like an orphaned mutt, scorned by the very people he was meant to protect.
And now, he was missing.
I exhaled slowly, suppressing my irritation.
If this was an abduction, the culprit would be made an example of. If the boy had fled of his own will… then perhaps he was less of a fool than I believed.
Regardless, he had to be found.
I turned to the Root operatives kneeling before me.
"Double your surveillance of the village borders. If Naruto Uzumaki is within the Land of Fire, I want him tracked."
The shinobi bowed in unison.
"Yes, Danzo-sama."
As they vanished into the darkness, I remained still, mind turning over every possibility.
If Hiruzen failed to retrieve the boy, then I would act. This time, I would not ask for permission.
Naruto would return to Konoha.
And when he did, I would ensure he became the weapon he was meant to be.
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- Bomb -
Netero was correct. The boy named Gon was going to be an issue seeing he was a naive boy who hadn't fully grasped the weight of the situation and might act rather drastically. I kept a close eye on the boy as we waited for the Cat-like humanoid monster to finish healing the human girl.
'This is bad. The boy is blinded by hatred.' I thought. He even threatened to kill the girl. I inwardly sighed. This reminds me of my younger brother and even his student that had gone rogue.
We followed the cat Chimera who was named Neferpitou and eventually arrived at their destination. What I saw shook me, it was a patched up human male and I recalled prior that this human male was named Kite and someone who has deep connection with the boy named Gon.
'...this boy is in denial.' I stroke my beard and listen in silence.
Gon commands Neferpitou to fulfill its end of the promise, but it responds by asking his name. Neferpitou tells Gon that Kite is beyond saving because he is dead. Gon is put into a state of shock and watches Kite's dead body fall to the floor.
Neferpitou remembers that Gon was there when he fought with Kite, and begins to explain the extent of its ability to heal. It says that it is able to keep the body from decomposing, but is incapable of bringing back the dead.
Once the soul has departed, Doctor Blythe may only prevent the body from decomposing and Neferpitou may only control the body. Neferpitou apologizes as Gon falls his knees in tears.
Hearing this, I sighed watching the boy grieve for a moment while I stepped forward. I saw it healed its arms even if it was at full power. I am confident against it.
"Are you going to attack me?" It asked and I glanced over to the boy waiting for him to recover then turned to the chimera ant. Before I could speak, I suddenly heard Gon speak.
"You such a liar…" I turned as tears fell down his face and grimace as he stood up. Despite my inability to sense Nen the energy that people use in this world but knew something dangerous was about to happen and stepped in.
"Rest up kid, you shouldn't do something dangerous." I said knocking him out before he could do something stupid. It's a good thing I went considering this boy who has a bright future could die from what he was about to do.
I turned to face the chimera ant, its movements a blur of predatory grace. It lunged at me with blinding speed, claws extended like scythes, but I barely shifted my stance.
My expression remained calm, almost bored, as I unleashed the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist. The air around me hummed faintly, my strikes slicing through the space between us with effortless precision.
The chimera ant's claws came at me in a flurry, each strike calculated, each movement precise. Yet, I weaved between them as if I were strolling through a garden, my body light as a feather yet firm as steel. A quick step forward—a slash of wind followed.
My palm struck air, yet the sheer force of my movement sent a slicing gust toward the creature. It twisted its feline body midair, narrowly avoiding the attack, but I was already moving again, my movements almost lazy in their ease.
My arms whirled in a controlled storm, each strike slicing through the air like a finely honed blade. The chimera ant countered, its tail whipping toward me with the force of a wrecking ball.
I sidestepped without even looking, the ground beneath me cracking as the tail slammed into the earth. Without missing a beat, I retaliated with a spinning kick, my leg cutting through the air like a guillotine. The creature leaped back, but I pressed the advantage, closing the distance in an instant, my expression still relaxed.
My fists became a blur, each strike landing with pinpoint accuracy. The chimera ant blocked some, but others slipped through its defenses, each impact sending shockwaves through its body. It roared, a sound that shook the ground, and retaliated with a ferocious pounce, claws aimed at my throat.
I bent low, a spiraling motion sending my leg upward—a precise sweeping kick aimed at its ribcage. It twisted away at the last second, but I had already predicted the motion. My hand snapped forward—a direct impact to its abdomen. The force sent it skidding back, its claws digging into the ground to steady itself.
The ground beneath us cracked and splintered from the sheer pressure of our exchanged blows, though I barely seemed to notice. The chimera ant's muscles tensed, its eyes narrowing as it assessed, adapted. It was learning, evolving, but I remained unfazed, my movements smooth and unhurried.
It lunged again, this time faster, stronger. Its claws tore through the air, leaving trails of destruction in their wake. I met its charge head-on, my movements a perfect blend of offense and defense, though I still didn't break a sweat.
My fists struck like lightning, each blow landing with the force of a collapsing mountain. The creature's attacks were relentless, but I countered them with ease, my expression never changing.
I shifted my stance slightly, my movements becoming even more fluid, more precise. Each strike flowed into the next, creating a whirlwind of force that the chimera ant could not escape.
The creature's claws came at me again, but I deflected them with a flick of my wrist, my movements so smooth they seemed almost effortless. I countered with a series of rapid strikes, each one landing with devastating effect. The chimera ant staggered, its body battered and broken, but it refused to fall.
With a final, powerful strike, I sent the chimera ant crashing to the ground, its body broken and defeated. I stood over it, my breath steady, my stance unyielding. The fight was over. And I had emerged victorious, barely having taken it seriously.
I dusted off my hands and turned away, the chimera ant's labored breaths fading behind me. It had been a good warm-up, but nothing more.
With the chimera ant lying broken and defeated at my feet, I exhaled softly, my expression still calm, almost indifferent. The creature struggled to rise, its body trembling with the effort, but I had no intention of prolonging this any further. It was time to end this.
I shifted my stance slightly, my movements fluid and unhurried. My hands moved with deliberate grace, the air around me humming faintly as I channeled my energy into a single, devastating strike.
The chimera ant's eyes widened as it sensed the impending danger, but it was too late. My hand sliced through the air like a blade, the force of my technique cutting through the creature's body with surgical precision.
There was no resistance, no struggle—just a clean, decisive motion that ended its life in an instant.
The creature's body split cleanly, collapsing to the ground into sliced meat. The battlefield fell silent, the only sound the faint rustle of wind as it carried away the remnants of the fight.
It was over.
I turned away, dusting off my hands as if I had just finished a mundane task.
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- Kamikaze -
Their auras flared before me, a mix of malice and determination. The chimera ant royal guards—Shaiapouf and Menthuthuyoupi—stood ready, their monstrous forms radiating power. Yet, I was unimpressed. Their strength barely reached Demon Level at best, nothing beyond what I had cut down before.
I exhaled, tightening my grip on my sword. Time to end this.
I struck first. My blade carved through the air—fast, precise, relentless. Youpi lunged, his monstrous bulk moving faster than expected, but I was already adjusting. A flick of my wrist—steel met flesh. My blade bit deep into his arm, but he barely flinched, his grotesque muscles shifting, adapting.
Pouf was worse. The damn pest split apart, his clones scattering like insects, multiplying endlessly. I swung, slicing through each one with precision, but more kept forming. He flitted around, his speed deceptive, his illusions clouding the battlefield. Annoying.
I needed time. I pressed Youpi harder. My strikes became sharper, every slash aimed at a vital point. He swung wildly, his rage making him predictable. A misstep. An opening. My blade flashed—his arm severed cleanly from his body. A roar of pain. He tried to retaliate, but I was already behind him—a single stroke ended him.
Now, only Pouf remained.
His clones swarmed, desperate. I ignored the distractions. My eyes locked onto the real one. A step forward—one strike, one clean cut. His body froze midair. The illusion shattered. The clones dissolved.
His upper half slid apart from his lower.
But the fight wasn't over.
Youpi's severed arm twitched, the grotesque limb regenerating before my eyes. His roar echoed through the battlefield as he charged again, his body now a mass of writhing muscle and rage. I sidestepped his initial strike, my blade slicing through the air in a wide arc. The edge of my sword grazed his side, drawing a line of dark blood, but he barely seemed to notice.
Pouf, though bisected, wasn't done either. His clones reformed, their numbers greater than before. They swarmed me, their tiny bodies darting in and out of my peripheral vision. I swung my blade in a wide arc, cutting through dozens at once, but they kept coming.
I gritted my teeth, my movements becoming faster, more precise. My blade became a blur, each strike cutting through the air with deadly accuracy.
Youpi's attacks grew more ferocious, his fists slamming into the ground with enough force to create craters. I dodged each blow with ease, my body moving like water, fluid and untouchable.
Pouf's clones continued to swarm, their tiny bodies darting in and out of my peripheral vision. I swung my blade in a wide arc, cutting through dozens at once, but they kept coming.
I needed to end this.
I focused my energy, my blade glowing with a faint light. With a single, powerful strike, I cleaved through Youpi's body, the force of the blow sending him flying. He crashed into the ground, his body twitching as he struggled to rise.
Pouf's clones swarmed again, but this time, I was ready. I channeled my energy into my blade, the weapon humming with power. With a single, sweeping motion, I unleashed a wave of energy that cut through the clones like a scythe through wheat.
With that, they died and I quickly cheated my blade and turned in the direction where my rival should be fighting the king.
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- Bang -
It was a rather interesting spectacle as I met many new faces who were there to help exterminate the monster that Netero called Chimera Ants.
We had agreed that Netero and I would deal with the King while Kamikaze and my brother Bomb took care of the royal guards. Or rather my brother Bomb to keep an eye on the boy named Gon who appeared unstable and needed emotional support if needed and there's no better man than my brother Bomb.
At first we had expected that the king was a heartless creature who only saw humans as prey but we caught off guard seeing the king putting care on a wounded girl. We didn't disturbed the King and eventually we took the fight somewhere else.
Netero and I with the king reach our destination through Zeno's Dragon Head. The place is used for testing weapons, and Netero encourages the King not to hold back.
The King underestimates Netero and begins to describe what kind of world he would make, wherein the weak are protected and few humans are worth keeping alive, such as Netero himself. Meruem suggests that if we back out, he would spare our life.
"I let you have at him. I'll fight it when you can't go any longer." I said and watched the two fight.
I watched from atop a crumbling pillar, arms crossed, eyes sharp. The battle before me was unlike any I had ever seen. Netero, the old warrior, stood with his hands pressed together in prayer, his face twisted into that familiar, knowing grin. Behind him, his Nen ability took form—a golden, multi-armed deity, towering over the battlefield like a vengeful god.
100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva.
A name as grand as the power it wielded. I had heard of him, of course. The Chairman of the Hunter Association, one of humanity's strongest. But what I saw now? It was something else entirely.
The golden arms blurred into motion.
"First Hand!"
The air split apart with a deafening crack. A massive palm descended upon the Chimera Ant King—Meruem, as Netero had called him—but the creature barely moved. With a simple tilt of his head, he avoided the strike.
"Third Hand!" "Fifth Hand!" "Ninth Hand!"
More strikes rained down, faster than my eyes could track. Each blow struck with enough force to carve deep trenches into the earth, sending debris flying in all directions. Yet, the King moved effortlessly, weaving between the attacks like he had all the time in the world.
I narrowed my eyes. It wasn't just speed. It was something more. He wasn't reacting—he was predicting.
Netero's laughter rang out through the chaos. The old man was enjoying himself.
"Ninety-Ninth Hand!"
The Bodhisattva unleashed a final barrage, arms moving too fast to see. The battlefield itself seemed to shake from the force. For a moment, dust and shattered stone obscured the enemy.
Then, from within the storm of destruction, a shadow emerged.
Meruem stood there. Untouched.
He barely seemed impressed.
"Is this the peak of humanity's might?"
I saw it before it even happened. A flick of his tail. A blur of motion. And then—
Netero's body hurtled through the ruins, crashing into the rubble with a force that shook the ground. When the dust settled, I saw him struggle back to his feet. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but that grin of his remained.
I exhaled slowly.
I had seen enough battles to know when a fighter was running on borrowed time. His stance was looser. His breath, heavier. His strikes—losing just a fraction of their edge.
He wasn't done. Not yet. I could feel it. He still had something left to show.
But so did I.
My fingers curled into fists. If there was one thing I knew, it was when a warrior had reached his limit.
And when that moment came—
I would step in.
The King hadn't taken Netero seriously. Not at first. He moved with the air of someone untouchable, avoiding attacks not out of necessity but as if humoring a child's game. I had seen fighters like him before—those who had never truly been tested, who believed in their strength above all else. But Netero changed that with a few words.
"If you can defeat both me and my friend here, I will tell you your name."
The King's eyes narrowed.
"You know my name?"
Netero chuckled, his voice hoarse but filled with amusement.
"I was there when your Queen died and gave you a name."
For the first time since this battle started, Meruem's composure wavered. His expression shifted from cold detachment to something sharper, something dangerous. I could see it in his eyes. This wasn't just a battle anymore. It was personal.
Then he moved.
The fight exploded into something even more intense. Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva rained down strikes faster than before, golden arms blurring as they slammed into the King.
But Meruem no longer simply avoided them—he countered. He struck back. Every impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, carving deep scars into the ruined landscape.
And despite all of Netero's skill, despite his decades of refinement, the difference between them became painfully clear.
Meruem was winning.
Then it happened.
A flash of movement. A wet, sickening sound.
Netero staggered back—his leg gone. Torn off at the knee. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering against the cracked ground.
I moved. My body tensed, ready to intervene. But before I could, Netero lifted a hand, stopping me with nothing more than a glance.
Even as he stood on one leg, his face never lost that maddening, fearless grin. And before the blood loss could take its toll, he pressed his palms together—Nen energy flaring as he sealed the wound shut with sheer will.
Then he resumed fighting.
I clenched my fists. I understood his pride. Understood his resolve. But the outcome was clear.
Moments later, Meruem struck again. Another limb severed. This time, his arm.
I exhaled. That was enough.
Before Netero could stop me—before the King could land the next blow—I moved.
And this time, I wouldn't be holding back.
"Rest up. Don't try to go further." I said to Netero who was panting heavily, clearly exhausted but alive.
"Then I give the rest to you." He said as he stepped back and let me fight the King.
Meruem's piercing gaze locked onto me, analyzing every breath, every subtle shift in my stance. Even now, after witnessing my skill, he was confident. Arrogant.
"It won't make any difference," he said, stepping forward.
I chuckled, rolling my shoulders.
"But I've fought stronger monsters before."