(3rd Person POV)
Naruto blinked in confusion. One moment he'd been peacefully slurping ramen, the next he found himself suspended impossibly high in the sky. His eyes widened as he took in the sprawling city far below, vertigo hitting him like a physical blow.
"Ah! I'm gonna fall!" He threw his arms over his face, expecting the inevitable plummet.
"You won't fall," a calm voice said beside him.
Arthur approached with hands clasped behind his back, floating effortlessly through the air. "You're standing on solid ground—it simply happens to be invisible. No different from any other surface."
The Naruto before him was clearly from the Shippuden era—taller, more mature, bearing the confidence that came with years of hard-won experience.
Naruto reluctantly opened his eyes, then immediately regretted it as the height struck him again. He gritted his teeth and focused on the stranger floating beside him. "Who are you? And why are you flying around like it's nothing?" His voice rose with mounting panic. "More importantly, what am I doing up here?"
He pointed an accusatory finger. "Are you some kind of ninja I've never heard of?"
Arthur found the situation amusing, though this wasn't what he'd intended to summon. "I'm equally confused by your presence here." He gestured toward Naruto's stomach. "I was attempting to summon the creature sealed within you, but somehow—"
The pieces clicked into place. 'Of course. Since Kurama is sealed inside Naruto, summoning the Nine-Tails brought the jinchuriki along.'
"You know about Kurama?" Naruto's stance shifted instantly, wariness replacing confusion. "Are you with the Akatsuki?"
He stepped back, muscles tensing for combat.
Before Arthur could explain, orange pigmentation appeared around Naruto's eyes as he entered Sage Mode. His panic crystallized into focused determination.
"Rasengan!" Naruto launched himself forward, the spiraling sphere of chakra aimed directly at Arthur's chest.
Arthur sidestepped the attack with casual grace, as if avoiding a child's swing. The technique passed harmlessly by, dissipating in the air.
"Rasen Shuriken!" Naruto called out, forming the massive wind-natured attack.
Arthur's eyebrows rose with mild interest. "Rasen Shuriken," he said, mimicking the technique perfectly.
Both attacks collided in a burst of wind and energy, but Arthur's version carved straight through Naruto's technique without losing momentum. It struck the ninja squarely in the stomach, sending him tumbling backward through the air.
"Damn it!" Naruto steadied himself, preparing to continue the fight—only to find himself suddenly bound by ribbons of white light.
Arthur gestured, and the binding energy pulled Naruto toward him. "Come. We need to talk properly."
"Where are you taking me?" Naruto struggled against the restraints as Arthur guided them toward one of the towering structures below.
Despite his predicament, Naruto couldn't help but stare at the cityscape surrounding them. The architecture was unlike anything in the ninja world—gleaming towers of glass and metal that stretched toward the sky, roads with strange wheeled vehicles, lights that burned without flame.
'What kind of village is this? I've never seen anything like it in any of the Five Great Nations.'
Arthur guided them into his office and released the binding energy, letting Naruto drop to the polished floor with a solid thud.
"Who exactly are you? What do you want from me?" Naruto struggled against the fading restraints, his voice sharp with frustration.
"Let me clear up this misunderstanding," Arthur sighed, settling behind his desk with practiced ease.
Naruto felt the futility of resistance sink in. No matter how hard he'd fought, nothing had worked against this stranger. 'I'm completely outmatched. Even Kakashi-sensei or Pervy Sage couldn't handle someone like this...' His eyes swept the opulent office, taking in the rich carpet and golden accents. 'And he's clearly loaded too.'
He swallowed his pride. "Alright. I'll listen."
Arthur waved his hand, and the remaining bindings dissolved completely. "Please, sit."
Naruto found himself guided to an impossibly soft cushion. Another casual gesture from Arthur, and steaming tea appeared on the low table between them, followed immediately by a bowl of ramen that made Naruto's mouth water.
The rich aroma of broth and meat hit him like a physical force. "Ramen!" He lunged for the bowl without hesitation, slurping noisily. "This is incredible!"
His earlier wariness melted away as he looked at Arthur with newfound admiration. "How did you just create food out of nothing? That's the most amazing jutsu I've ever seen!"
"That's merely one of my simpler abilities," Arthur said with quiet amusement.
"You have to teach me!" Naruto's eyes blazed with enthusiasm, ramen still dangling from his chopsticks.
Arthur shook his head. "I don't believe you could learn it."
"Why not?" Naruto's words came out garbled as he continued eating.
"In this realm, I possess absolute authority. I can create anything within reason." Arthur demonstrated by materializing several objects—a flower, a book, a small sculpture—each appearing with a mere thought.
Naruto stopped mid-slurp, his jaw dropping. "That's... that's impossible!"
'There's no way I could ever defeat someone like this,' he thought, a chill running through him despite the warm ramen.
Arthur leaned back in his chair. "We're currently in my Divine Territory—a realm where my word becomes reality."
"Divine Territory?" Naruto repeated slowly.
"Yes. And more importantly, you're no longer in the shinobi world. This is... another world." Arthur's tone grew more serious. "I was attempting to summon the Nine-Tails sealed within you—Kurama. Instead, both of you were brought here."
Naruto's chopsticks clattered into his bowl. "You wanted to summon Kurama? Why?"
"I am what you might call a god," Arthur said matter-of-factly. "I intended to make the Nine-Tails my companion."
The words hit Naruto like a physical blow. His mind reeled as he processed each revelation—another world, divine beings, absolute power over reality itself.
'A god? I'm sitting across from an actual god?' His heart hammered in his chest as the full implications sank in. Everything he thought he understood about power, about the world itself, had just been turned upside down.
"How can I return to my world?" Naruto asked carefully, his earlier enthusiasm tempered by the reality of facing a god.
"I can send you back easily enough," Arthur said, sipping his tea with casual indifference.
"Then—" Hope flickered in Naruto's eyes.
"However." Arthur set down his cup deliberately. "You'll only return when I decide you're ready."
Naruto's shoulders sagged. He returned to his ramen, slurping listlessly.
"Don't lose hope yet," Arthur offered, his tone shifting to something more encouraging. "Serve me loyally, and I'll consider returning you to your world."
Naruto's head snapped up. "Really? You mean it?"
"I don't make promises lightly." Arthur's smile carried genuine warmth. "Besides, why rush back immediately? You could learn incredible things here—techniques that would make you far stronger than you ever imagined."
Naruto shot to his feet, his dejection evaporating instantly. "You're right! I could master abilities that don't exist in the shinobi world!"
Arthur nodded approvingly. "First, let me show you the mortal realm where I conduct most of my business."
Excitement replaced Naruto's earlier fear completely. He had no idea that Arthur was already calculating his potential uses.
'Summoning Naruto wasn't planned, but it's far from useless,' Arthur mused. 'Properly trained, he could become a valuable operative for Hellsing. His transformation techniques alone make him perfect for infiltration missions. With enough development, he might even reach demi-god status—possibly full deity. And those shadow clones combined with transformation jutsu? He could populate entire film productions single-handedly.'
Arthur vanished from his Divine Territory with a thought, returning to the mortal world. A moment later, he used a summoning card to bring Naruto to his office.
"Welcome to Horn Kingdom," Arthur said, gesturing toward the window.
Naruto pressed his face against the glass, eyes wide as he took in the cityscape. While less impressive than the Divine Territory, the buildings still dwarfed anything in Konoha—gleaming towers of glass and steel that spoke of advanced civilization.
"Here." Arthur placed something in Naruto's hands. "You should see this."
Naruto looked down at the book, his breath catching. The cover showed a blonde-haired boy in an art style he'd never seen before. The title read simply: Naruto.
"This is..." His voice trailed off in shock.
"Your story," Arthur said with quiet amusement. "In this world, your entire life exists as entertainment—a manga series that millions of people read for pleasure."
Naruto's hands trembled as he opened the book. Page after page revealed his deepest thoughts, his most private moments, the inner lives of everyone he knew—all laid bare like an open scroll.
Arthur explained with clinical detachment that Naruto was nothing more than fiction here, a character created for others' enjoyment.
The revelation hit like a physical blow. Inside his seal, Kurama stirred with agitation.
"What has this foolish boy dragged me into now?" the Nine-Tails growled.
But Naruto barely heard the fox's complaints. His eyes had fixed on a particular page, his face draining of color as he read words that shattered his understanding of everything.
"My father..." he whispered, his voice cracking. "The Fourth Hokage is my father?"
The manga had revealed the truth about his parentage—information he hadn't yet discovered in his own timeline. Arthur watched with interest as Naruto processed not just the existential crisis of being fictional, but also this profound personal revelation about his heritage.
The weight of both discoveries crushed down on him simultaneously, leaving him staring at the pages with a mixture of wonder and devastating comprehension.