The world was slowly healing. Day by day, things were returning to normal. But the scars of the past weeks remained. On this day, the heroes stood together, mourning their fallen comrades and the innocent lives lost in the chaos. The pain was fresh, and the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on their shoulders.
Batman stood tall on the U.S. conference grounds, his cape flowing in the wind. Behind him were his allies—Cyborg, Superman, Manhunter, Flash, Constantine, Robin, Lex Luthor, the Joker, and Starfire. The crowd before them cheered, their voices filled with hope. The sun reached its highest point in the sky, casting a golden light over the gathering.
"We will do everything in our power to prevent this from happening again," Batman declared, his voice firm. "Keep surviving. This crisis will end soon."
The people applauded, their spirits lifted. One by one, they left, carrying the heroes' words in their hearts.
Lex Luthor, standing among the heroes, frowned. "I love that we're giving people hope," he muttered. "But if we don't act fast, everyone might die soon. The radiation is spreading, and the undead are rising."
Superman, his dark uniform a sign of the battles he had fought, stepped forward. "I'll handle the radiation," he said. "After that, we search for Diana. She's not dead." His voice carried a deep determination.
What about the undead? Robin asked. No response.
Meanwhile, the Flash grinned. "Today's my day off," he announced. "I'm gonna smoke a little with Constantine and have some fuck fun." In a blur of speed, he vanished.
If am to die, let me do it while smoking. Constantine smirked and followed, his magic leaving a faint glow in the air.
In the Naruto universe, chaos raged. The Fourth Great Ninja War was at its peak. Explosions shook the land, and warriors clashed in desperate battles. High above the clouds, Goku watched silently. His new black gi made him almost invisible against the night sky. He hid his energy, observing the fight below.
On the battlefield, Might Guy charged forward, his body glowing with power. "Madara! I am your opponent now!" he roared, opening the Six Gates. His speed and strength were unmatched as he lunged at the Six sage Madara.
Goku sighed, shaking his head. "Lord Zeno, they're all weak," he said, speaking to the all-powerful being beside him.
Zeno, floating calmly, replied, "True. But you can gain some experience here. Finish this quickly, and then we'll move to the Hero Academia universe."
With a deep breath, Goku released his energy. The sky trembled. The clouds parted as if pushed aside by an invisible force. Every fighter on the battlefield froze, their eyes turning upward. The sheer pressure of Goku's power pinned them to the ground.
Sakura struggled to move, her body pressed against the dirt. "Who… who is that?" she gasped.
Kakashi dropped to one knee, his Sharingan eye wide with shock. "I don't know," he admitted.
Obito, standing beside him, clenched his fists. "Whoever that is… they're not from our world."
Goku vanished from the sky and reappeared on the ground, standing before the gathered warriors. His presence alone was overwhelming. "If you want to survive," he commanded, his voice calm but firm, "bow down to me."
Madara Uchiha, the legendary warrior, smirked. "I refuse to bow to anyone," he declared, his voice filled with pride.
Goku smiled. Then, in an instant, he moved.
A blinding explosion erupted as Goku blasted Madara with raw energy. The force was so immense that it carved a crater the size of a city. The Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze, barely managed to teleport everyone to safety before the attack landed.
When the dust cleared, Madara was barely alive. His body was broken, blood pouring from his wounds. He struggled to stand, breathing heavily.
Naruto stepped forward, ready to fight, but Minato stopped him with a shake of his head. "Wait," he whispered. "Just watch."
Madara, refusing to surrender, dashed at Goku with all his strength. He unleashed a barrage of punches, but Goku didn't even flinch.
"Fireball Jutsu!" Madara shouted, forming hand signs. A massive fireball, as big as a house, engulfed Goku. But with a simple wave of his hand, Goku extinguished the flames.
Desperate, Madara summoned his full-powered Susanoo—a towering warrior of blue energy. "If I hold back, I'm dead," he thought. The Susanoo unsheathed its sword and slashed downward. The ground shattered, debris flying into the air.
But Goku stood unharmed.
Casually, he stretched out his hand and fired multiple ki blasts. The Susanoo shattered like glass. Before Madara could react, Goku appeared in front of him and drove his knee into Madara's chest. The impact made the air scream, and the ground cracked like a spiderweb. Madara collapsed to his knees, blood spilling from his mouth.
His eyes changed color and shape.
Goku looked into Madara's eyes—then plunged two fingers into them. Madara screamed in agony. With one final punch, Goku shattered his skull.
The battlefield fell silent. No one moved. No one spoke. Even Hashirama, the First Hokage, felt something he had never felt before—pure fear.
Goku stood victorious, his power beyond anything they had ever seen.
The war was no longer about shinobi.
It was about survival.