Esdeath: "I'm ready."
Luo Hao: "Ready as always."
Daemon: "Let's begin."
Time was tight. No one wasted even a breath.
Buzz—
A golden light surged as their world travel commenced.
Naruto World – Somewhere in the Land of Fire
James Dickson stood in the sky, overlooking the battlefield with a cold sneer.
"Another Reincarnator with the same system as me… but so weak. Pathetic."
Below, Uzumaki Kushina was barely conscious, trapped inside a tornado of searing flames. Next to her, Uchiha Miyuki stood frozen, stunned by the spectacle.
James ignored them both.
He had always favored the tragic figures—Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke, Madara… the tortured artists of the Akatsuki like Sasori and Deidara.
So naturally, he loathed Naruto. He despised protagonists, their light, their triumphs. And by extension, he couldn't stand Kushina either.
Now, he had the perfect opportunity: take them both out, erase this woman and the new Reincarnator, and then claim the Akatsuki for himself.
From there, join forces with Madara and turn the ninja world into his personal playground.
He licked his lips at the thought.
Cute boys like Sasori, Deidara, Obito... all his.
But then—something changed.
His eyes narrowed.
Inside the firestorm, a faint shimmer glinted—golden, sword-shaped.
Zheng—
A blade of light sliced through the tornado, and in a single heartbeat, the flames—burning at tens of thousands of degrees—evaporated into nothingness.
Out of the dissipating inferno stepped a tall man—more than two meters, regal in presence, clothed in noble garb. In his arms, he cradled Uzumaki Kushina.
"Been a while, little fox," the man said with a soft smile.
"You almost became roast meat."
Daemon had arrived.
Kushina's eyes filled with tears the moment she saw him.
"Mr… Daemon…?"
Her voice trembled, weak and full of suppressed emotion. A kitten seeking warmth, a girl on the verge of collapse.
"I thought I'd never see you again…"
Though their time together had been short, the memory of Daemon—the man who crushed armies, shattered Raikage, and summoned a bone dragon from the heavens—had haunted her since their parting.
He was power incarnate. And the kiss he'd stolen from her—meant to provoke her friend Miyuki—had remained etched in her soul.
Now, here he was, saving her in classic fashion. A hero descending from the sky.
But the world, as always, refused to let beautiful moments linger.
"Who the hell are you!?" James snapped.
"You didn't just disperse the flame… you killed it! Could that be… the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception? Are you another Reincarnator!?"
His voice rose in panic.
The Demonic Eyes—legendary in many fandoms—could sever fate, life, even concepts. Flames? Child's play.
If Daemon did have those eyes, then even his 15-million-degree heat wouldn't be safe.
That's when the second interruption arrived.
"Is it really okay to be so distracted in a battle?"
The cold voice of a woman snapped James out of his thoughts.
He turned, eyes wide.
A tall, elegant beauty stood before him, clad in a sharp military uniform. Long blue hair fluttered in the wind. Ice crystals shimmered in the air around her.
Esdeath.
"Wait, what—? The Ice Queen from Akame ga Kill…?"
This wasn't supposed to happen. This was the Naruto world!
A man with a deadly eye technique was one thing—but Esdeath? Did that mean this was a fusion world?
Or… was she a Reincarnator too!?
"Hmph! Lost in thought again?" Esdeath sneered.
"Pathetic."
Without wasting another word, she raised her hand.
A freezing storm erupted from her palm—an overwhelming fusion of the Frozen Fruit and Ice Teigu. Her power blanketed the battlefield in white.
Crack! Crack!
James watched, horrified, as his world of fire was devoured by ice. His flames—hotter than magma—froze solid.
Everything around him turned to snow and frost.
Even miles away, Konan and Nagato watched, stunned.
"W-We're not dreaming, right?" Konan whispered.
"This… isn't just Ice Release, is it?"
James couldn't believe it either.
This was far beyond anything he expected. Esdeath had completely countered him.
"Damn it…" he muttered.
"I underestimated her. Her canon power's terrifying enough, but this…? She can freeze even my maxed-out fire. And what if she really can freeze space-time like in the lore?"
"I have to go all out…"
He gritted his teeth, ready to release his Bankai and ignite the battlefield with temperatures exceeding 15 million degrees.
But before he could even form the thought—
Another voice echoed beside him.
"You rely too much on brute force," the voice said calmly.
"You lack real experience. Have you been hiding behind simulations all this time?"
James spun instinctively, blade swinging—
Too slow.
A massive golden palm struck him square in the chest.
Flying Phoenix Twelve Divine Palms – Danyang Soars to Heaven!
BOOM!
The technique—refined through centuries of martial mastery—was beautiful and devastating. A perfect blend of inner energy, divine technique, and pure will.
James's body exploded backwards.
Blood sprayed from his mouth. His ribs caved in. He shot through the air like a meteor, carving a trench miles long across the earth before crashing to a halt.
His body twitched in the rubble.
Watching from afar, Uchiha Miyuki crossed her arms smugly.
"Hah! Not so tough now, are you?" she jeered.
"Next time think twice before chasing me like a dog."
Her expression gleamed with mockery.
James barely managed to stand. His jaw was cracked. His pride shattered.
And in the distance stood the one who had struck him—a stunning woman in white Hanfu, the legendary Luo Hao.
Behind her towered a massive Vajra figure, exuding divine might.
"This… is impossible," James muttered, clutching his bleeding side.
"The Suspected Reincarnator… Esdeath… Luo Hao… all in the same world?"
"Just what kind of nightmare staffing is this!?"
"Although I don't know why you people appeared in this world… you all deserve to die!"
James Dickson's voice cracked with fury.
He was supposed to be the only protagonist.
The chosen one. The Transmigrator destined to rise above all.
But now, surrounded by other monstrous existences, his ego crumbled. The delusion of being special shattered.
His once-handsome face twisted with rage, warping into a hideous mask of madness.
"Bankai—Zanka no Tachi, North: Tenchi Kaijin!"
At last, he unleashed it.
A horrifying wave of heat exploded from his blade, nearly 15 million degrees—equal to the sun's core.
Flames devoured the sky, warping reality itself as earth and air ignited under the pressure.
James grinned like a man possessed.
"Do you see it?! This is my soul's flame! The strongest heat-type Zanpakutō in existence!"
"What should I care about Godslayers? Or the Ice Queen? Or even the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?"
He laughed, manic and triumphant, shouting to no one and everyone.
"In this temperature, even gods burn. I only need to swing this blade once, and you'll all turn to ash! I will be the only Transmigrator! The only true Main Character!"
From the scorched horizon, a calm voice responded.
Daemon stepped forward, holding Kushina in one arm, an amused smile playing on his lips.
"Then go ahead. Swing it." His voice was casual. Almost bored.
"Mei always said her old man's Ryūjin Jakka was something to behold. Let's see if she was right."
James' expression twisted further.
"Arrogant fool! Do you think your Mystic Eyes make you untouchable?! They need direct contact to work. They're useless unless you're fast enough—"
"But you're not."
James raised his sword high.
"Then behold it before you die—Zanka no Tachi, North: Tenchi Kaijin!"
Zheng—
He slashed.
For a moment, the world turned to black and white. The very concept of temperature seemed to collapse, reduced to death and dissolution.
This was Yamamoto Genryūsai's ultimate long-range technique. In the canon of Bleach, it reduced anything it touched to dust—no escape, no trace.
James smirked. Nothing could withstand this.
But Daemon didn't move.
He simply raised two fingers.
"I remember... this is what Aizen did to Ichigo, isn't it?" he muttered.
The blazing cut crashed down—
KENG.
It stopped.
Not an inch past Daemon's fingers.
Not even a burn. Not a scratch.
James' mind froze. His sword trembled.
"W-What… how…?"
This was impossible. Even in the original Bleach, Aizen only pulled that off because he was a transcendent being. And Ichigo was still just a good boy.
But James? He had spiritual pressure ten times that of a Captain. The flames of Zanka no Tachi should have obliterated everything.
And yet… this man caught it with two fingers.
Who the hell is he?
What James didn't know was that Daemon carried a divine relic—the Eye of Horus.
A gift from the Sky God. Its power? Absolute immunity to all long-range attacks.
The sword slash? Completely nullified.
"So… that's all?"
Daemon tilted his head, eyes filled with mild disappointment.
"I thought you'd be more interesting."
He gently shifted Kushina in his arms, then summoned a golden blade, radiant and pulsing with divine energy.
James' instincts screamed at him. He leapt back, summoning his final defense—Zanka no Tachi: West – Zanjitsu Gokui.
Flames of the sun enveloped him, cloaking his body in burning armor.
"If you even touch me now, you'll be reduced to ash!"
Daemon smirked.
"Then I'll just test that claim."
He raised the golden sword.
"…God Avoid."
A golden arc carved through the air like a falling star.
In the blink of an eye, James Dickson's head separated from his shoulders. Blood and flame burst into the air, his eyes frozen wide in disbelief.
The 15-million-degree flame didn't save him.
His so-called "absolute defense" didn't even delay the strike.
"Didn't the lore say the West Flame Armor burned anything that got close?" Daemon said flatly, letting the sword fade.
James' body crashed to the ground.
Dead. Eyes still open.
"Another Transmigrator down…"
A faint light flickered from the corpse. The Hand of Hermes within Daemon pulsed—usurping James' legend, absorbing it as a new record of conquest.
Daemon blinked, mildly surprised.
"So he did have a legend. Unexpected bonus."
A graceful woman in flowing Hanfu stepped beside him—Luo Hao.
"That poor man was your perfect counter. Strongest long-range offense, and you're immune to long-range attacks. His defense burns anything close, and your god Avoid ignores defense."
She let out a quiet chuckle. "A hopeless matchup."
Esdeath joined them, arms crossed, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"He had power. But no experience. If he knew how to fight properly… he might have landed a hit on me."
Daemon didn't respond.
His gaze drifted to the shadows beyond the battlefield.
"…Still not coming out?"
His voice was soft—but it carried.
"If you keep hiding, I'll just kill you the same way I killed him."
There was a pause.
"H-He saw us?"
"We should go out! We'll die if we stay hidden!"
Nagato, Konan, and Yahiko panicked in the darkness.
Before they could move, an aged voice interrupted.
"As expected of someone who can swat aside James Dickson like a fly."
From the mist, an old man hobbled out. His ragged robe fluttered in the heat-rippled wind.
Hair gray, body frail—but his eyes burned with age-old fire.
"Even in my prime, I wouldn't dare challenge James head-on. That 15-million-degree heat would have incinerated me."
He approached slowly.
"My name is Uchiha Madara. The ancestor of this world's Uchiha clan."
He glanced toward Uchiha Miyuki, who stood frozen nearby.
Then he looked at Daemon and the others.
"You're not from this world, are you? …I'd like to join you. If you'll have me."
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