Boom!
A straight punch—simple, direct—crashed brutally into the ground, creating a crater beneath the strike.
The force of the blow exploded outward like a shockwave, forming invisible blades of wind that shredded everything around into dust!
Thick clouds of smoke and debris filled the air. But in the blink of an eye, three dark silhouettes darted out of the haze.
Though the three figures landed in separate spots, two of them were staring down the third with intense focus.
"Lord Mizukage!!"
Several shinobi from the Hidden Mist Village cried out, faces filled with panic as they looked toward the lone figure.
No one had expected this: that two legends—Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama—would actually join forces just to take down one man.
Where was their pride as top-tier fighters?!
Even though they all deeply respected their Mizukage's strength, this was just too much. How were they supposed to remain calm when facing off against these two monsters? There was no room for strategy, let alone escape.
"Yuto… there's no way you're leaving here today."
Hashirama's lips pressed into a thin line. His expression was complicated, his voice solemn.
Though they came from different villages, Hashirama had always held a deep respect for Yuto.
Yuto had played a huge role in ending the chaotic Warring States period. His strength had helped usher in this hard-won peace.
But exactly because of that… no one could be allowed to shatter it.
Hashirama's eyes hardened with resolution.
Not far from him stood a silent figure—none other than Uchiha Madara.
He was still brooding over what had happened at the recent Five Kage Summit, where Yuto had flipped the whole meeting on its head with one outrageous statement:
> "What is true peace? This whole idea of distributing the tailed beasts is utter stupidity!
The only way to truly end war is to unite the entire shinobi world under one nation. Only then will conflict disappear.
So what if you divvy up the tailed beasts?
You think the Five Great Shinobi Villages will stop fighting over a few Bijuu? Dream on!"
…
Madara's eyes narrowed. Yuto's words still echoed in his mind.
They were bold… and not without merit. But even if a world like that was possible, it wouldn't be Yuto who brought it—it would be him, Uchiha Madara!
Facing down Madara and Hashirama, Yuto cracked his neck with a resigned sigh.
He'd always known he'd have to fight them one day, but he hadn't expected today to be that day.
Damn it—should've just kept a low profile. Slow and steady wins the war!
Hashirama might act all goofy and innocent, but when the time came, he was absolutely ruthless.
"Lil' Hashi, Lil' Mada—you two really gonna do this?"
Yuto shouted at them, a mocking grin on his face.
"You know you can't kill me. If you mess this up, I'll take your precious little Leaf Village for myself."
"Big talk!" Madara scoffed coldly, brushing off the nickname "Lil' Mada" like it didn't exist.
"Yuto, we're not letting you leave today," Hashirama said firmly.
"If you walk away, the entire shinobi world will fall back into chaos."
Yuto raised an eyebrow. He actually admired Hashirama's determination—this guy really believed his vision of peace was the right one.
But so did Yuto.
Their ideals were fundamentally opposed.
"Then let's settle it with a fight," Yuto said coolly.
There was no avoiding it now.
If it were just Hashirama or Madara alone, Yuto was confident he could walk away untouched.
But the two of them together? That meant only one thing—war.
> "System—display my stats."
Yuto called out in his mind.
Ding!
Name: Yuto
Faction: Hidden Mist Village
Main Quest: Unify the Shinobi World
Abilities: Ajin Template (Immortality), Mutant – Black King (Energy Absorption and Release)
That was Yuto's character sheet—simple and deadly. And it was his biggest trump card.
Honestly, Yuto still hadn't fully figured out how this "system" of his worked.
The moment he transmigrated into the Naruto world, he received the "Ajin" template. Thanks to his immortality and ghost-summoning powers, he rose to the position of Mizukage within three years.
And then, just when he was starting to forget about the system, it spoke up again—granting him the Black King ability from the mutants.
The rest, as they say, was history.
Taijutsu? Useless against him.
Ninjutsu? Just as ineffective.
On top of being immortal?
Yuto might as well have been invincible.
His name echoed across the ninja world, almost on par with the likes of Hashirama and Madara.
Against those two, maybe he still had a ways to go.
But to everyone else? He was a nightmare incarnate.
No matter how hard anyone tried, nothing they did could even scratch him. Imagine what that did to their morale.
But what the world didn't know—what Yuto knew all too well—was that he wasn't truly invincible.
The Black King power was insanely strong, but it had two major weaknesses.
The first: there was a cap on how much energy he could absorb. But honestly, Yuto wasn't worried. So far, no opponent had come close to pushing him even to a third of his limit.
The second: he had no resistance to mental attacks.
In the Naruto world, that meant one thing—Genjutsu.
Luckily, no one had figured this out yet.
Thanks to his Ajin immortality, every time Yuto "died," his mental strength would increase slightly. Now, he could shrug off most low-level Genjutsu.
And as for high-level illusionists? They usually sucked at close combat. So Yuto just obliterated them before they could even cast a spell.
That was the real reason no one had discovered his fatal weakness.
But…
Yuto lifted his head and glanced subtly at Madara's Sharingan.
If that thing ever locked onto his mind, he might just be in trouble.
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