Naruto:Omnitrix Shadow: Ghost of the Hidden Leaf

The AwakeningKazuya Kamikaze's world shattered in flames. Tires screamed on wet asphalt—not again!—then morphed into Konoha's gates crumbling. The Kyuubi's nine tails whipped like apocalypse whips, villages razed, a spiral-masked shadow cackling over rivers of blood. "Power... all mine." Kazuya thrashed, clawing at invisible chains. This isn't a dream. It's a warning.He bolted upright, chest heaving, sheets tangled like battlefield bandages. Sweat stung his eyes. The room swam into focus: sparse ninja academy dorm, moonlight filtering through shoji screens, a kunai rack glinting on the wall, scrolls of basic jutsu pinned crookedly. No smartphone buzz, no city hum. Just crickets and distant night watch patrols.Konoha. Naruto world. Palm itched faintly— he glanced down. A subtle black tattoo-like hourglass glyph, stylized like some obscure clan mark. Normal to eyes, but his eyes knew: Omnitrix core, pulsing green internally. Memories crashed: Earth life, 20-something slacker mainlining anime marathons, ramen cups at 3 AM. Then bam—truck-kun isekai special. Woke up here at age 12, orphan backstory auto-assigned, body rewired for chakra. The mark? Scanned his soul on arrival, granting internal integration of ten alien races—no gaudy transformations, just chakra-fused powers:Heatblast: pyrokinesis surges.Four Arms: raw strength amps.XLR8: hyper-speed bursts.Diamondhead: crystal generation.Upgrade: tech/ jutsu fusion.Ripjaws: aquatic adaptation.Wildmutt: hyper-senses.Stinkfly: flight and slime shots.Ghostfreak: intangibility phases.Grey Matter: genius-level intellect boosts.Plus genetic mapping to cure toxins/wounds, bloodline DNA scanning for collection (Sharingan? Hyuga Byakugan? Uzumaki seals? Archive and integrate), and an internal pocket dimension—like Kamui—for storage, solo training, or hiding gear. Low profile mandatory. Flash this tattoo's true power? ANBU swarms.Kazuya exhaled slow, rubbing the "tattoo." Wise play: shadows only. Naruto's spotlight. A grin cracked through. Easygoing hype from afar. Dawn pinked the sky. Time to lurk.Academy Chaos (From Afar)"Kazuya! Skipping class again?" Kira Inuzuka whispered from the rooftop perch they'd claimed, her ninken pup Akio curled silent. Inuzuka clan prodigy—ordinary Konoha stock, but Kakashi-level genius at 12. Flawless chakra control, tracking savant, feral jutsu with hound synergy.Kazuya leaned on a chimney, munching pocketed rice ball. "Low-key life, Kira. That tattoo? 'Clan curse' excuse, but eyes everywhere. We watch the show."She nodded, Akio's ears twitching. Below, classroom windows framed the chaos: chalk dust exploded like a smoke bomb jutsu. Naruto perched triumphant on the blackboard frame, orange jacket flapping, whisker cheeks smeared with paint declaring "I'll Be Hokage!!!" in bold, sloppy strokes. Half the class groaned; Ino yanked Sakura's hair ("Eyes off Sasuke!"); Shikamaru yawned ("What a drag"); Choji crunched chips. Sasuke Uchiha slouched in the back, dark eyes brooding.Iruka stormed in, ponytail whipping. "NARUTO UZUMAKI! Down here, NOW!"Naruto leaped, grinning. "C'mon, Iruka-sensei! Admit it—that was awesome!"Kira stifled a laugh. "Predictable. Stump incoming."Kazuya smirked. "Solid 8/10. Bet he fails clones spectacularly."Iruka hauled Naruto out. Mizuki took over: "Graduation exam: Bunshin no Jutsu."From their vantage, they spied Sasuke's perfect trio poof. Sakura's giggling clones. Ino, others passing. Kira could've joined but vibed with Kazuya's stealth. Naruto? Lumpy flops—class snickers. Iruka: "Fail. No headband."Naruto bolted, dejected. Class dismissed."Told ya," Kazuya said. "Swing set sulk next."Forest ReckoningThey tailed silently through training grounds, leaping rooftops to the forest edge—staying hidden in thick foliage. Naruto huddled at the rusty swing set, punching dirt. Mizuki lured him with the scroll theft lie. Naruto dashed off; they shadowed unseen.In the clearing, Naruto unrolled the scroll, mastering Kage Bunshin hordes. Cheat code unlocked.Mizuki ambushed: "Demon fox!" Monologue spilled the Nine-Tails secret. Naruto crumpled.Iruka burst in, shielding shuriken—blood welled. Snake summoned. Chaos erupted: Iruka's desperate blocks, Naruto's clone swarm rallying.Kazuya whispered from cover, tattoo humming. "Canon holding. No interference—observe only." He funneled chakra in: Wildmutt senses locked on, scanning DNA mid-fight. Mizuki's wind chakra: archived. Snake venom profile: mapped for cures. Kira nodded, Akio silent, her genius eyes analyzing angles.Naruto triumphed—clones overwhelming, Iruka binding Mizuki. Headband earned. "Dattebayo!"Return and ReflectionThey slipped away pre-dawn, unseen shadows. Back at dorms, Kazuya locked in alone. Show's over. Debrief time. Chakra flowed to the tattoo—subtle green pulse internalized. Pocket dimension unfolded: endless white void, his private dojo."Wildmutt vision, replay," he muttered. Senses replayed the fight in crystal detail—every kunai arc, chakra flare. "Grey Matter boost—dissect." Intellect surged, neurons linking patterns like a supercomputer. Iruka's sacrifice play: 92% optimal. Naruto's horde: raw power, zero finesse—trainable. Mizuki's tells: classic traitor sweat, archived for future scans.Vision panned Konoha-wide: ANBU black-ops converging on the site, masks emotionless. Cleanup crew. Zoom to Hokage Tower—Third's silhouette framed in window, pipe cherry glowing as he puffed thoughtfully. Hiruzen Sarutobi... the Professor sees everything. Did he clock our shadows? Tattoo mimicked normal ink—no flare, but if he probes anomalies...Deeper scan: faint chakra signatures flickering at village edges—Root operatives, Danzo's ghost hounds slinking through alleys. Shimura Danzo. War hawk with a Sharingan fetish. One whiff of my 'tattoo' powers, and it's black-site dissection. 'For the village's future,' he'd say while carving samples. Mark auto-archived fight data: Mizuki's minor wind traits stored, snake venom genetically mapped for instant cures.Nightmare flashed unbidden—the spiral mask morphing into Danzo's bandaged sneer. That shadow in the dream... his? Orochimaru vibes too? Kazuya shadow-boxed the void, XLR8 speed itching in his veins, Heatblast warmth coiling fists. Nah. Stay ghost. No heroics, no spotlights. Train silent, scan smart. Konoha's a powder keg—Danzo's fuse, Third's watchful eye. One slip, I'm the anomaly they purge.He exhaled, dimension folding shut. Graduation canon locked. Teams tomorrow. Eyes everywhere. Game on.