Esdeath: "I'm ready."
Luo Hao: "Ready as always."
Jaeger: "Let's begin."
Time was tight. Nobody wasted even a single breath.
Buzz—
A golden ripple surged outward as the world-travel skill activated.
Naruto World — Somewhere in the Land of Fire
James Dickson floated high above the battlefield, arms crossed, a cold smile twisting his lips.
"A Reincarnator with the same system as me… yet this weak. Pathetic."
Below him, Uzumaki Kushina was barely conscious, trapped in a roaring tornado of searing flame. Not far away, Uchiha Miyuki stood frozen with shock, unable to comprehend the hellish sight.
James didn't spare either of them a glance.
He had always adored tragic figures—Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke, Madara… and the beautifully tormented artists of the Akatsuki like Sasori and Deidara.
Naturally, he loathed Naruto. He despised protagonists—their light, their speeches, their inevitable triumphs. And by association, he couldn't stand Kushina either.
Now he had the perfect chance—to erase her, eliminate the new Reincarnator, and then slip neatly into the Akatsuki hierarchy. Maybe even partner with Madara and turn the shinobi world into his personal playground.
He licked his lips slowly, already fantasizing.
Cute boys like Sasori, Deidara, Obito… all his.
But then—
Something changed.
His pupils shrank.
Inside the inferno, a faint golden shimmer glinted—sword-shaped.
Zzzzt—
A blade of light sliced cleanly through the tornado.
In one heartbeat, the flames—burning at temperatures capable of turning steel to vapor—collapsed into nothingness.
Through the dissipating hellfire stepped a towering figure—more than two meters tall, regal, draped in noble attire. In his arms, he carried Uzumaki Kushina as gently as a prince carrying a princess.
"Been a while, little fox," the man said softly, a warm smile easing onto his face. "You almost turned into roast meat."
Nerona Jaeger had arrived.
Kushina's eyes immediately welled with tears.
"J-Jaeger-san…?"
Her voice trembled—weak, shaken, vulnerable. A small animal desperate for warmth. A girl seconds away from collapsing.
"I thought I'd never see you again…"
Though their time together had been brief, the memory of Jaeger—the man who crushed armies, flattened the Raikage, and summoned a colossal bone dragon—had lingered in her soul.
Power incarnate. And the kiss he'd stolen from her—half teasing, half possessive—had haunted her for months.
Now, in classic Jaeger fashion, he appeared like a descending god.
But the world refused to let beautiful moments last.
"Who the hell are you!?" James barked, his voice cracking. "You didn't just disperse my flames—you erased them! How?! What technique is that!? Could that be… the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!? Are you another Reincarnator!?"
Panic bled into his tone.
Mystic Eyes of Death Perception could sever fate, concepts, even existence. Superheated flames? Laughably easy to cut.
If Jaeger truly had those eyes, even his 15-million-degree fire wouldn't save him.
But before James could panic properly—
Another voice slid into the battlefield like a knife of ice.
"Is it really wise to let your guard down mid-battle?"
James spun around, eyes stretching wide.
A tall, breathtakingly elegant woman stood before him—military uniform crisp, long blue hair fluttering in the cold wind. Ice crystals drifted lazily around her.
Esdeath.
"The Sadistic General from Akame ga Kill…?" James whispered. "No way… this is the Naruto world! What is she doing here!?"
A man with a deadly conceptual technique was already nightmare fuel.
But Esdeath?
Esdeath with her Ice Fruit AND Ice Teigu?
Was this a fusion world?
Or was she a Transmigrator too?
"Hmph. Lost in thought again?" Esdeath smirked, cold and amused. "Pathetic."
She raised her hand.
FWOOOOSH—
A freezing storm erupted from her palm—an overwhelming hybrid technique of the Ice Devil Fruit and her Demon Extract. The battlefield whitened instantly.
Crack! Crack!
James watched in horror.
His world of fire—hot enough to incinerate mountains—was being completely devoured by frost.
Even miles away, Nagato and Konan stared with trembling disbelief.
"W-We're not dreaming, right?" Konan breathed. "This… isn't just Ice Release…"
James couldn't accept it.
He had maxed out his flames. His temperature output surpassed even stellar corona levels.
Yet Esdeath had frozen them solid.
"I underestimated her…" he muttered. "Her canon strength is insane enough, but this—this is beyond anything I expected… If she really can freeze time like in the lore, then—"
He clenched his jaw.
"I have to go all out."
He began to unleash his Bankai—
But he was one second too slow.
"You rely far too much on brute force," a calm, disdainful voice said. "You lack real battle experience. Have you been hiding behind simulations all your life?"
James instinctively swung his blade toward the voice—
But he was far too slow.
BOOOOOM!
A massive golden palm smashed into his chest with divine force.
Vajrapani's Divine Might!
James's body snapped like a ragdoll.
The shockwave echoed through the mountains.
Blood burst from his lips.
His ribs folded in.
He streaked across the terrain like a meteor, carving a trench miles long before slamming to a halt in the dirt.
His body twitched in agony.
From afar, Uchiha Miyuki planted her hands on her hips.
"Hah! Not so tough now, are you?" she shouted proudly. "Next time think twice before chasing me around like a stray dog!"
James staggered upright, jaw crooked, dignity annihilated.
And there—standing over him with divine poise—was the woman who struck him.
Luo Hao.
Her white kimono flowed like divine silk, and behind her towered a radiant Vajra figure radiating overwhelming might.
"This… can't be real…" James coughed, clutching his crushed ribs. "A suspected Reincarnator… Esdeath… Luo Hao… all in the same world?"
His eyes darted from titan to titan in sheer terror.
"What kind of nightmare roster did I just run into…!?"
Then James Dickson's voice cracked with fury.
"Although I don't know why you people appeared in this world… you all deserve to die!"
He was supposed to be the only protagonist.
The chosen one.
The special transmigrator.
The man destined to rise above the entire Naruto world.
But now—surrounded by monsters far beyond his imagination—his ego shattered.
His delusion of being the Main Character cracked like cheap glass.
His once-handsome face twisted with rage, warping into something grotesque.
And then—
Bankai: Zanka no Tachi, Kita — Tenchi Kaijin.
At last, he unleashed it.
A horrifying wave of heat exploded from his blade—nearly 15 million degrees, the core-temperature of the sun. Flames devoured the heavens, reality bent and twisted, and the earth ignited under the pressure.
James grinned like a man possessed.
"Do you see this?! This is my soul's flame! The strongest heat-type Zanpakutō to ever exist! Why should I fear Godslayers? Or that sadistic Esdeath? Or even the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!?"
He laughed, manic and triumphant.
"In this temperature, even gods burn! I only need to swing 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 answered.
Jaeger stepped forward—still holding Kushina in one arm—an amused smile tugging at his lips.
"Then go ahead. Swing it." His tone was casual. Almost bored. "Mei always bragged about her old man's Ryūjin Jakka. Let's see if she was right."
James' expression spasmed.
"Arrogant fool! Do you think your Mystic Eyes make you invincible!? They only work on direct contact! They're useless unless you're faster than me—"
"But you're not."
James roared in frustration and raised his sword high.
"Behold it before you die—Zanka no Tachi, NORTH: TENCHI KAIJIN!"
Zssht—
He slashed.
For an instant, the world turned monochrome.
Temperature itself collapsed.
Existence peeled like paper.
This was Yamamoto Genryūsai's ultimate annihilation technique.
The kind that turned armies to dust just by passing near them.
James smirked.
Nothing could withstand this.
But Jaeger didn't dodge.
He simply lifted two fingers.
"I remember… Aizen did something like this to Ichigo, right?"
The blazing cut crashed down—
KENG.
It stopped.
Right between Jaeger's fingers.
No burn.
No damage.
Not even warmth.
James' mind shattered like glass.
"W-What… how…!?"
This was impossible.
Even in Bleach, only a gap like Aizen vs. Fake-Karakura Ichigo made such a move possible.
And James?
He had spiritual pressure ten times that of a Captain.
His Zanka no Tachi flames should have erased everything.
But this man—
This man caught it with two fingers.
Who the hell was he?
No…
What the hell was he!?
James never knew—
Jaeger possessed a Noble Phantasm: The Eye of Horus.
Its effect?
Absolute immunity to all long-range attacks.
The slash?
Nullified.
Meaningless.
"So… that's all?" Jaeger tilted his head, expression mild. Almost disappointed. "I thought you'd be more interesting."
He adjusted Kushina gently in his arms, then summoned a radiant golden blade pulsing with divine power.
James' instincts screamed.
He leapt back instantly, activating his final technique—
Zanka no Tachi, Nishi — Zanjitsu Gokui.
A cloak of the sun enveloped him, armor burning hotter than anything in existence.
"If you even TOUCH me now," James snarled, "you'll be reduced to ash!"
Jaeger smirked.
"Then let's test that claim."
He raised the golden sword.
"…God Avoid."
A single golden arc split the battlefield—silent, clean, perfect.
James Dickson's world ended.
His head separated from his shoulders.
Blood and fire sprayed into the air.
His expression froze in disbelief.
15 million degrees didn't save him.
Zanjitsu Gokui didn't save him.
Nothing saved him.
"Didn't the lore say Zanka no Tachi, Nishi burns anything that gets close?" Jaeger said dryly, letting the sword fade. "Guess not."
James' body crashed to the ground.
Dead.
Eyes still wide.
Mouth still open.
"A transmigrator down…"
A faint light glowed from the corpse.
The Hand of Hermes inside Jaeger pulsed—usurping James' legend, absorbing it into his collection.
Jaeger blinked.
"Huh. So he did have a legend. Unexpected bonus."
A graceful woman in flowing white kimono stepped beside him—Luo Hao, serene and divine.
"That poor man… you were his natural counter. The strongest long-range heat in existence, yet you're immune to all long-range attacks. A defense that burns anything close, and your 'God Avoid' ignores defense entirely."
She let out a soft, amused chuckle.
"A hopeless matchup."
Esdeath approached next, arms crossed, eyes shimmering with cold pleasure.
"He had power. But no experience. If he actually understood how to fight… he might've been troublesome."
Jaeger didn't answer.
His gaze drifted past the battlefield.
"…Still not coming out?"
His voice was soft—but carried like thunder.
"If you keep hiding, I'll kill you the same way I killed him."
A panicked whisper broke the silence.
"H-He saw us!?"
"We should go out—if we stay hidden, we're dead!"
Nagato, Konan, and Yahiko trembled in fear.
Before they could move, an aged voice echoed.
"As expected of someone who can swat James Dickson like a fly."
An old man limped out of the mist, his robe ragged, hair gray, body worn but his eyes burned with unyielding fire.
"Even in my prime, I would never challenge James directly. That 15-million-degree heat would have turned me to ash."
He stepped forward.
"My name is Uchiha Madara. The ghost of the Uchiha clan."
He glanced at Uchiha Miyuki—who froze like a statue.
Then he turned to Jaeger, Luo Hao, and Esdeath.
"You're not from this world, are you? …I'd like to join you. If you'll have me."
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