When Ryuuto slipped behind a tree "to take a leak," he didn't actually waste time. A Shadow Clone went to parley with Mystique while the real him perched lazily on a high branch, spying on Magneto's group from a safe distance.
"No sensory mutants nearby. Perfect. Means I get to enjoy the show without anyone sniffing me out."
He smirked, chin tilted proudly as he watched the self-proclaimed Master of Magnetism.
Magneto. One of the most terrifying beings on Earth. A man who'd clashed with both the X-Men and the Avengers without flinching. His power could twist steel, tear tanks apart, and reduce entire battlefields to scrap. Against that? My fists would be about as effective as a wet noodle.
If he shifted the surrounding magnetic field, fighting him would be like trying to throw punches in zero gravity—no traction, no momentum, no chance.Rock Lee's taijutsu packet? Worthless here.
But the irony made Ryuuto grin wider.
While he dissected Magneto, the old man was analyzing him in turn.
Magneto had secretly observed his Hulk battle earlier, and from that he drew his own conclusions: "He recombines the very atoms in the air to make replicas… but why do they have self-awareness?"
No. That wasn't it. But let the old geezer keep guessing.
What really hooked Magneto's interest wasn't the clones. It was the chakra—an energy so alien it didn't fit into any category Mutants knew. Even Magneto, who prided himself on knowing the mutant gene like scripture, had never seen anything like it.
Naturally, his conclusion was simple: Recruit the boy. Harness that power. Let mutants rule the world.
Too bad, pops. You're already dreaming way too small.
Mystique leaned closer. "What now?"
Magneto silenced her with a gesture. "He's nearby. I'll shift the magnetic field to pin him down."
Meanwhile, the "prey" he hunted was casually picking leaves off a branch.
"Oh, right. I had a data packet I never opened."
With a thought, Ryuuto cracked it open.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Akimichi Chōji Data Packet! Would you like to use it?]
"…Wait. Chōji? The potato-chip vacuum cleaner?"
Images of a chubby ninja stuffing his face with junk food flashed in Ryuuto's head. His lips twitched. Expansion Jutsu, rolling around like a living boulder—against Magneto, that sounded like suicide.
And yet—
"Hold up. What if… Shadow Clones. Seventh Gate. Then Expansion Jutsu. Stack 'em. What kind of monster would that make?"
Because the System had unlocked the Role Integration Mode, combining packets wasn't just possible—it was the whole point.
His grin sharpened. "Alright then, Magneto. Let's see if your almighty magnetism can handle this."
[Activating: Akimichi Chōji Data Packet]
Techniques flooded his mind in an instant:
Meatball Tank
Flame Needle Tank
Expansion Jutsu
Super Expansion
Butterfly Mode
Each ability unfolded before his eyes, crystal-clear. But there was a catch. To combine ninjutsu from different packets, his synchronization with each had to hit 100%. Normally, that'd take hours. But…
"Hours? Please. I've got Shadow Clones."
Bang!
A hundred copies exploded into existence.
"Rasengan, all of you. Go wild."
The air lit up with spinning orbs, and the synchronization bar on his HUD skyrocketed.
[Ding! Host and Konohamaru Data Packet fully synchronized! Techniques permanently integrated!]
"Good. Next."
He swapped to Rock Lee's packet. The clones didn't vanish this time—because the Konohamaru skills were now hard-wired into him.
"Leaf Hurricane!"
One hundred whirlwinds kicked out simultaneously, the ground cracking under the force. Even Ryuuto had to whistle. "Damn. That's a scene straight out of a Naruto opening."
[Ding! Host and Rock Lee Data Packet fully synchronized! Techniques permanently integrated!]
Last step—Chōji.
"Shadow Clone! Expansion Jutsu!"
The forest shook as clones swelled into giants, flesh and chakra ballooning outward.
[Ding! Host and Akimichi Chōji Data Packet fully synchronized! Techniques permanently integrated!]
The final lock clicked. His body thrummed with power, a fusion of three different shinobi's legacies.
Rock Lee's iron fists.Konohamaru's versatility.Chōji's monstrous strength.
All stacked on one so-called "Powerless Freak."
Ryuuto clenched his fists, eyes blazing.
"Magneto. Time for round one."