Chapter no.2 Dark souls (Patreon)

Author Note: Okay, this chapter is 10.5k words long and the first parts of it takes place in dark souls with the second part taking place in the Naruto universe. From tomorrow, these big 10k chapters are going to change to 2.5k and I'll also be uploading the next chapters of Pokemon odyssey and Naruto: The System Files.

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Chapter no.2: Did I just Die?!

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“The Way of Focality,” Oscar said, “is awareness born from focus.”

Naruto tilted his head, confused.

“Focus? Like… what does that even mean?”

Oscar nodded, seemingly expecting the boy’s confusion.

“To me, Focality makes the world disappear. You only see your enemy, and no matter what move they make, you’ll see the path. You’ll know how to respond.”

His words sounded impressive, but honestly, the theory flew right over Naruto’s head. He tried to picture it, but all he could see in his mind was a blank void with some enemy in the middle of it.

It didn’t make sense.

He scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even start learning something like that.

Oscar saw Naruto’s confusion and chuckled.

“I thought as much. Well then, the only way to truly understand it is through experience. Let’s begin.”

Before Naruto could protest, Oscar drew his sword, and Naruto instinctively gripped his tighter. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what Oscar meant—he was going to teach him through battle. Real-life battle. No theory, no long-winded explanations, just the cold, hard edge of a blade.

Naruto took a deep breath, bracing himself as Oscar took a stance. His movements were calm, deliberate.

Naruto made the first move. A quick, weak attack—just as Oscar had taught him. He swung horizontally, aiming to catch Oscar off-guard. But Oscar moved with such ease, sidestepping the strike and countering with a light tap of his blade against Naruto’s wrist. It wasn’t enough to cut him, but it was a clear message: Naruto had left himself wide open.

“Stay focused.”

Gritting his teeth, Naruto adjusted his grip and went in again, this time with a strong attack. He raised the sword high and brought it down with all the force he could muster, hoping the extra power would catch Oscar off balance. But again, Oscar deflected the blow effortlessly, his blade turning Naruto’s aside with a swift motion that left Naruto stumbling forward.

Oscar didn’t even move much. It was like he could predict everything Naruto was going to do before he even did it.

Frustrated, Naruto launched another weak attack, this time trying to follow up quickly with a second strike. His plan was to overwhelm Oscar with speed. But Oscar’s sword was already there, meeting his with a clang before twisting and redirecting the swing. The next moment, Naruto felt the flat of Oscar’s blade press gently against his side.

“Focus,” Oscar repeated, his voice calm and patient. “You’re thinking too much about your moves. Feel the flow of battle, not just the mechanics of it.”

Naruto was trying, really trying, but every time he swung, every time he attacked, Oscar was two steps ahead.

Again, Naruto raised his sword for a strong attack, this time hoping to break through Oscar’s defense. But Oscar was already moving before Naruto could even fully commit to the strike. His sword arced in a clean, precise motion, knocking Naruto’s aside as though it were nothing. In that instant, Naruto realized how far ahead Oscar truly was—how completely outmatched he felt.

“You’re too powerful, sensei,” Naruto grumbled, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Don’t be discouraged—“

“Discouraged?!” The blonde cut him off, his voice rising. “I don’t even know the meaning of that word!”

Oscar tilted his head, about to explain. “Discouraged means—“

“Are you stupid or something?” Naruto interrupted, shooting him a look.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t know the meaning.”

Naruto huffed, refusing to back down.

“Well, let’s see if you can explain the meaning of this ass-whooping! Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with twenty of Naruto, all grinning confidently. He spread his clones out, trying to surround Oscar. This time, he thought, I’m going to overwhelm him. No more losing!

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “A little unfair, don’t you think?”

“This is fair, dattebayo!” all the clones shouted in unison before charging forward.

But that confidence quickly faded.

As soon as Naruto’s clones started swinging their swords, things got… messy. They bumped into each other, some slashing too close, causing clones to pop in quick bursts of smoke. It was chaos. Inexperience was written all over the battlefield. Half of the army wiped itself out before even getting close to Oscar. By the time Naruto realized how bad things were, only a few of them were left standing.

Oscar didn’t even seem fazed as his sword flashed as he stabbed one of the clones, and it burst into smoke.

“You need to learn battle formations for these… doppelgangers,” he said as he casually struck down another clone with a precise jab.

“I think I’ll get the hang of it!” one of the remaining clones shouted as it rushed forward with a horizontal attack.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Oscar parried the sword, knocking it aside with a sharp clang. In the same motion, his sword shot forward in a clean, practiced thrust, catching the clone in the chest. The clone barely had time to register the hit before it popped into smoke.

Oscar dodged the kunai Naruto threw, but before he could recover, the clones launched a barrage of shurikens, filling the air with spinning blades. He grinned, feeling like he finally had the upper hand. But just as he thought he had Oscar, the knight whipped out his shield, effortlessly blocking the kunai. Naruto’s smile faltered.

Then, Oscar charged—shield in front.

Three of Naruto’s clones rushed him, each using a heavy attack. For a moment, Naruto thought this would be it. Three against one! But Oscar blocked all three with ease, his shield taking the brunt of the attacks. Before Naruto could react, Oscar kicked the middle clone hard enough to make it pop into smoke.

The remaining two clones swung horizontally, hoping to catch him off guard. Oscar parried one of them with his shield, and to Naruto’s shock, he turned his back to the other clone. Naruto expected the clone’s sword to land a solid hit, but the blade clanged uselessly against Oscar’s armor. That’s when it hit Naruto—armor wasn’t just for show. It could turn an attack into nothing.

Oscar moved swiftly, popping the second clone with a stab and gut-punching the last one so hard it dissolved into smoke. The courtyard was empty, nothing but the faint trails of dissipating chakra left behind.

Oscar stood in the center of the courtyard, looking around.

“Student,” Oscar muttered under his breath, and Naruto couldn’t help but grin from his hiding spot. He was calling him his student now.

Hidden slightly to the side, Naruto was using the Transformation Jutsu, coating himself in a thin layer of chakra to reflect and refract the light around him, effectively camouflaging himself. He’d always used this jutsu as a gag—turning into a sexy woman for laughs. But now, he realized why they’d been taught this technique. It was actually useful.

Naruto watched as Oscar scanned the area. He was getting closer… closer… Now! Naruto sprang from his hiding spot, going for a stab with all the force he could muster. But Oscar wasn’t surprised.

He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stepped back just as Naruto’s sword missed, and without hesitation, Oscar returned with another stab.

It happened so fast that Naruto barely had time to react. His hands moved on instinct, reaching for the sealing scroll in his pocket. He activated it, releasing a puff of smoke and summoning a log in his place, the substitution jutsu saving him at the last second. The log clattered to the ground as Naruto used the chakra burst from his ankles to dodge to the side, his body surging with a short burst of speed.

Tunnel vision hit Naruto hard.

The world around him seemed to blur, fading into the background as his focus narrowed to one thing—Oscar’s sword. His eyes dilated as adrenaline pumped through him. Oscar’s blade, sharp and gleaming, was so close Naruto could feel the cold steel brushing past his face. Time seemed to slow down, each movement of the sword as clear as day.

Naruto could see the path of the attack. Oscar wasn’t just going to stab—he was going to follow through, slice upward, and the uzumaki was right in the way.

In that instant, Naruto moved purely on instinct. His blade came up just in time, clashing with Oscar’s. The force of the deflection sent a jolt up his arm, but he managed to push Oscar’s sword aside, just enough to save himself. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His body was trembling from the adrenaline rush, but he’d done it. He’d survived.

“Congratulations,” Oscar said, his voice steady. “You’ve experienced Focality for the first time.”

Naruto gave a weak nod, still trying to catch his breath. His mind was racing, replaying the last few seconds over and over in his head. That sensation—everything narrowing down to the sword, to Oscar, to the moment of impact—it was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

“A physician in Astora used to tell me that the human body is capable of so much more, and in near-death scenarios, these limitations are lifted,” Oscar explained, his words sinking in slowly. “The Way of Focality works in the same way—enhancing your ability to perceive the world, to focus entirely on your enemy.”

Naruto couldn’t hold back his thoughts. “How is that a technique?” he blurted out, confused. It didn’t seem like something you could just turn on whenever you wanted.

Oscar didn’t seem bothered by Naruto’s bluntness. “Because that’s not the Way of Focality itself. What you just experienced was a glimpse of Focality. The technique I developed is a breathing method that allows you to maintain that state of heightened awareness—without the need for near-death experiences.”

Naruto nodded, his curiosity piqued. A breathing technique?

“Now, breathe in,” Oscar instructed, his voice soft but firm. “And maintain.”

Standing in front of the massive iron door, its surface a mix of rust and decay, Naruto couldn’t help but feel small. The door was marked with the scars of battle—deep dents and gashes crisscrossed its once ornate design. It was intimidating, but not as intimidating as what waited on the other side.

He glanced at Oscar, who already had his hand on the door, ready to push it open. “Sensei, I still haven’t mastered the Way of Focality. I’ve barely managed it twice,” Naruto said, his voice shaking slightly.

“The Way of Focality is mastered on the battlefield, my student,” Oscar replied, his tone calm but firm. “With your strange abilities, I’m sure you’ll survive. If anything, it’s I who should be afraid of dying."

“Don’t say that!” Naruto nearly yelled, his hands trembling. The thought of Oscar dying—of being alone again, was too much to bear.

“Are you afraid?” Oscar asked, his voice gentle, but Naruto could feel the weight of his question. He wanted to lie, to seem braver than he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“I am… I’m scared.”

To his surprise, Oscar didn’t admonish him or call him a coward. Instead, he nodded. “Good. Only the fool and the arrogant isn’t afraid of the enemy. And remember, both don’t live long.”

Naruto nodded, feeling a little steadier as Oscar’s words sunk in. Fear wasn’t a weakness—it was a sign he understood the danger. He could work with that. Together, they pushed the heavy iron doors open, the groan of metal echoing in the empty space.

On the other side was a massive, open-ceiling courtyard. The tiled floor beneath them was cracked and weathered, with a layer of dust and debris covering most of it. Tall stone pillars lined the edges, and to the left, a massive metal door stood closed, like a prison gate. Old, broken pots littered the space.

Then came the roar.

The asylum demon landed with a thundering crash, its hulking form blocking the massive black door at the far end of the courtyard. Naruto took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Shadow Clone Jutsu!

His clones sprang to life, each one taking up position with shields interlocked, forming a makeshift wall between them and the demon. The shield formation felt solid, like a barrier that could withstand anything. Oscar had given Naruto the shield, and now, they were their first line of defense.

The demon roared again, and before Naruto knew it, it leaped into the air. His heart dropped as he watched its massive form come crashing down toward them, hammer first. The clones held steady, but the impact was enormous. The ground shook, and a deafening crack rang out as the hammer slammed into the formation. Most of the clones popped on impact, their forms vanishing into smoke, but the shield wall had done its job. The shockwave was dulled, and through the smoke, Oscar and Naruto saw their chance.

They moved as one. From the sides, they flanked the demon. Naruto slashed with quick, precise horizontal attacks, while Oscar raised his sword high with two hands and brought it down with a heavy, downward strike on its leg.

[ Name: Asylum Demon ]

[ HP: 1980 / 2,195 ]

The demon’s HP dropped, and for a brief moment, Naruto felt a surge of hope.

They were doing it!

But that hope was short-lived. The demon flapped its massive wings, lifting its grotesque body a few feet into the air.

“Ha, scaredy cat!” Naruto thought, the adrenaline making him bold. But that thought immediately turned into regret as the wings suddenly stopped and gravity took over. The demon came crashing down with the force of a house falling from the sky.

“Run!”

Naruto barely had time to think, as his body acted on its own. He sprinted, but the shockwave that followed its landing was devastating. The ground rippled like an earthquake, and he felt himself lifted off his feet, slammed face-first into the hard, cracked tiles. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and his vision blurred.

Naruto tried to push himself up, groaning from the pain that shot through his body. His arms and legs felt heavy, like lead, and every breath hurt. His head pounded, and he could feel blood dripping from his lip. He forced his eyes open just in time to see the demon raising its hammer, ready to swing it down on him.

Move!

Years of practicing the quick draw for substitution jutsu saved him. Naruto’s hand instinctively reached for Oscar’s shield.

The next thing the boy knew, he was thrown backward, the force of the impact sending him flying through the air. His body hurtled toward one of the stone pillars, and he barely had time to reinforce his arms and back with chakra before he slammed into it. The pain was intense, like a shockwave of agony radiating from his spine. But the chakra reinforcement saved him—without it, he would’ve snapped like a twig.

Naruto slid down the pillar, gasping for breath, his hands shaking from the adrenaline. His heart pounded in his throat, and he could feel sweat dripping down his face. He was alive, but just barely.

The asylum demon leaped from one side of the courtyard to the other, the blonde barely had time to react as he dodged and sprinted up a nearby pillar, the stone trembling beneath his feet as the demon’s massive hammer crashing down with a thunderous slam

“Why are you after me?!” he shouted, panic lacing his voice as he jumped off the pillar just before the demon’s hammer shattered it to pieces. He landed behind the demon, panting heavily.

In that brief moment, the Way of Focality kicked in, and Naruto saw the demon’s next move in his mind—a backspin attack. But even though he could see it coming, he wasn’t ready. Pain shot through his back, a sharp reminder of how beat up he already was. His muscles screamed in protest, making it impossible to roll out of the way.

The pain was like fire spreading across his spine, making every movement feel like he was tearing himself apart. He could barely move, let alone dodge the attack. His chest tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the demon spun its giant hammer toward him.

Just when Naruto thought he was done for, he felt Oscar’s hand grab him, yanking him forward. The demon’s backspin slammed into the metal door with a deafening crash, the impact so powerful it created a massive hole, revealing a new path—a potential way out.

Naruto and Oscar locked eyes, both knowing what to do without saying a word. Naruto summoned a group of shadow clones, sending them to distract the demon as he and Oscar sprinted toward the opening.

As they ran, the asylum demon rammed its hammer into the wall, creating an even bigger hole in the process. The ground shook as the wall collapsed, blocking the demon’s path but leaving them to feel the vibrations of its rampage. The staircase beneath them trembled, each step rattling as if it might give way at any second.

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked.

“I’ll live,” Naruto managed, his voice shaky. But the second he stopped, all the pain came rushing back. His back throbbed, his legs ached, and his head felt like it was going to split in two. Basic chakra control and body reinforcement wasn’t enough to protect him from all the injuries. He healed fast, sure, but he still hated the pain.

Something warm touched his lips. Naruto opened his eyes to see Oscar offering him one of those strange bottles he’d filled with bonfire earlier. He hesitated but took a sip, immediately feeling a rush of warmth flood through him. It was like the bottle had lit a fire inside him, burning away the pain and healing his injuries in an instant. His muscles relaxed, his breathing steadied, and it felt like every ache and bruise vanished.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” Naruto sighed, the relief flooding through him. “I would be if I had some Ichiraku ramen.”

Oscar hummed in response, probably not understanding Naruto’s craving. They descended down the staircase, which led into a room filled with old, stagnant water. The place smelled like it hadn’t seen fresh air in decades, the water murky and dark.

Naruto wrinkled his nose at the sight of it. “How likely am I to die if I drink that water?”

“You’ll live,” Oscar said as he knew undead don’t exactly get diseases.

Naruto laughed, despite himself, and jumped out of Oscar’s arms, bending down to scoop up some water. Before he could take a sip, a sharp sound pierced the air—a high-pitched whistle.

Naruto froze. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Oscar catch an arrow, just inches from where his head had been. His pulse pounded in his ears.

“Can’t this world just give me a break?” Naruto groaned, looking up to see the hollow archer responsible for the shot. The hollow, holding a bow and arrow, had the nerve to turn and run as soon as it saw him notice.

“Get it,” Oscar said.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Naruto grumbled, bolting after the hollow. The ground beneath his feet was cracked, uneven, with stones and debris scattered everywhere. His footsteps echoed as he sprinted along the broken pathway, the hollow always just a few steps ahead.

Naruto could feel the anger bubbling up inside him, and he was about to unsheathe his sword, ready to impale the hollow out of pure revenge. But then something caught his eye—something shiny.

An axe, lying in the hands of a hollow that had long since died. His heart skipped a beat.

Isn’t that my class item?

Naruto thought.

He didn’t care how or why it was here—he grabbed the axe without hesitation, its weight feeling solid in his hand.

Just as Naruto hefted the axe, another arrow came whistling through the air. His instincts kicked in. He swung the axe, cutting through the arrow with a satisfying thunk. The hollow archer took aim again, but this time, Naruto could see the entire path—the Way of Focality showed him everything.

He didn’t care how or why it was here—he grabbed the axe without hesitation, its weight feeling solid in his hand.

Just as Naruto hefted the axe, another arrow came whistling through the air. His instincts kicked in. He swung the axe, cutting through the arrow with a satisfying thunk. The hollow archer took aim again, but this time, Naruto could see the entire path—the Way of Focality showed him everything.

The hollow let loose the arrow, and Naruto dove to the side, rolling up to his feet with ease. In one fluid motion, he charged forward and swung the axe, decapitating the hollow in a single, clean strike. The head rolled to the side, and Naruto stood there, breathing heavily, his heart still racing from the fight.

“Yeah,” he muttered to himself.

Maybe I am getting the hang of this, dattebyo.

Naruto glanced to the side, his curiosity piqued as he noticed a path leading to an upper floor. “Isn’t that…” he mumbled to himself, before calling out, “Sensei, come here!”

A minute later, Oscar joined him at the stone edge, both of them peering down. They were standing on the upper floor, looking directly at the bonfire below.

“Should we go down? I think I have some ninja wire.”

But Oscar shook his head, and Naruto quickly followed his gaze. The asylum demon was still down there, thankfully oblivious to their presence for the time being. It hadn’t spotted them yet, but Naruto knew that could change in an instant.

“So, what now?” Naruto asked, feeling the weight of the situation press down on him. Oscar looked up. Above them, there was another floor—another potential path.

“We should do a sneak attack,” Oscar said, his voice calm and steady.

“From the sky?” Naruto felt a spark of excitement at the idea. He could already picture it in his head—dropping down on that giant demon from above like some kind of super ninjas. Oscar nodded, confirming his thoughts.

They quickly scanned the area, their eyes darting left and right. Both paths seemed to lead upward, to the top of the building. Without waiting for Oscar to say anything, Naruto took off toward the right. His footsteps echoed lightly off the stone as he reached the stairs, only to find them broken in places, the path ahead jagged and incomplete.

But something caught his eye—a weird ring, sitting right in the middle of one of the upper stairs. His fist lightly tapped his palm as he remembered the ring section in his inventory.

This had to be important, right?

He summoned some shadow clones and had them form a ladder, their bodies interlocking to help him reach the ring. Climbing up, he grabbed it—the rusted iron felt rough and old in his hand, like it had been sitting here for centuries, forgotten.

“Sensei, what is this thing?” Naruto called out, holding the ring up as he jumped back down.

Oscar, however, was already deep in thought, going through various stances as if preparing for some kind of powerful sneak attack.

“That’s a magic ring.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’m surprised you found one. Magic rings are incredibly rare treasures, created by beings who can imbue pieces of their soul into the item, creating a magical phenomenon,” Oscar explained, his tone calm, though Naruto could tell even he hadn’t expected this. He seemed intrigued, though he didn’t stop preparing for the attack.

“Yay!” Naruto cheered, excited by the prospect of owning something so rare and powerful. Without hesitation, he slipped the ring onto his finger, feeling the rusted metal press against his skin. He waited, expecting something to happen—maybe a rush of power or a flash of magic.

But… nothing. He stood there, staring at the ring, waiting for some kind of sign. Anything. But it just sat there on his finger, as ordinary as any old piece of junk.

“This is worthless!” Naruto groaned, feeling like the world had just pulled a cruel joke on him. He was ready to cry at the sheer unfairness of it all. How could a magic ring do absolutely nothing? He glared at it in frustration, about to yank it off when, suddenly, a system window popped up in front of him.

[ Item: Rusted Iron Ring ]

[ Description: This iron ring was used to shackle the guilty. It is terribly rusted, and faintly stained with blood.

Those who find this strange ring to their liking will be pleased to find it easier to gain footing on poor ground such as swamps. ]

Naruto blinked slowly, still holding the rusted ring in his hand, and glanced at Oscar.

“Do you want this useless piece of junk?” he asked, feeling more annoyed than curious now.

“You are its finder, my student. Let’s wait and see what its magic effect is.”

Naruto sighed, glancing at the system window. “It helps me gain footing on poor ground…” he muttered, clearly unimpressed. “Useless.”

Without warning, Oscar shoved him, catching Naruto off guard. His body reacted instinctively, and he immediately caught his balance.

“Hey! What’s the big deal?” Naruto snapped, annoyed, as he looked at Oscar. But Oscar just pointed at his feet.

“What?”

“You regained your footing immediately when I pushed you.”

“Yeah?” Naruto said, still not understanding.

“The ring helped you regain your footing. If you’re ever in a situation where you’re about to trip or fall, you can regain your balance. That’s the magic of the ring,” Oscar explained.

Naruto frowned for a moment before it clicked.

“I need to see the usefulness even in things that seem useless, right?”

“No,” Oscar said flatly, surprising Naruto.

“Hey! Then what was the lesson?” Naruto asked, narrowing his eyes.

Oscar glanced at the ring. “That is a stupid ring.”

Naruto could tell Oscar was joking, so he played along, clutching the ring dramatically. “But it’s my precious, you can’t have it!”

They both chuckled as they walked towards the right together, but their lighthearted moment was interrupted by a heavy rumbling sound in the distance. A low, menacing noise. They turned just in time to see a giant iron ball rolling down the stairs—fast. Way too fast.

Naruto barely had time to react before it was upon them.

The ball slammed into him like a freight train, throwing him to the side. His body crashed against the wall, and he hit the ground hard, gasping for air. Everything spun, his vision blurred. Then, he looked down—his leg was bent at an unnatural angle, twisted in ways it wasn’t supposed to go.

At first, Naruto didn’t register the pain. It felt distant, like it wasn’t even his leg. But then, the pain hit all at once, like a sledgehammer to his nerves. Searing, blinding agony shot up his leg, burning through him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to breathe through the pain, but it was unbearable, all-consuming.

Oscar was there in an instant, grabbing Naruto with one arm and shoving an Estus Flask into his hands with the other. “Drink,” he said firmly.

Naruto downed the flask, and the warm liquid flowed through him like molten light. A bright, golden glow surrounded his leg as the bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. The pain vanished almost instantly, replaced by a strange numbness as his leg healed before his eyes.

Oscar charged at the hollows that had pushed the iron ball, leaving Naruto behind. Still shaken, Naruto sat there, staring at his leg. It was completely healed, as if nothing had happened.

“This thing is awesome,” he muttered, glancing at the now-empty flask in his hand.

But as he looked at the flask, something caught his eye. His reflection. He froze, staring at the distorted image of his face in the glass. Beneath the pyromancer’s hood, his skin was thin and reddish, like a hollow. His eyes widened in horror. His face—his actual face—was ugly. Rotten.

“No!” Naruto gasped, dropping the flask, his heart pounding in his chest.

“What’s wrong, Naruto?” Oscar’s voice broke through Naruto’s panicked thoughts, and he quickly came over.

The blonde yanked his hood down dramatically, revealing his face—or what was left of it.

“I’m ugly!”

Oscar just stared in silence, and for the first time in a long while, Naruto felt embarrassed. Oscar had been worried about him, and here he was, freaking out over his looks. But Naruto couldn’t help it. How could he not? Seeing his face look like a hollow would freak anyone out!

After what felt like forever, Oscar finally spoke, his voice calm but serious. “Naruto, you’re not from this world.”

Naruto blinked, turning to Oscar in disbelief. “What? How? What do you mean?” he stammered, completely caught off guard. He had always assumed this place was some hidden part of his world—a secret village or weird dimension. But another world? His mind spun as he tried to process the idea.

Oscar knelt down in front of him, and for a second, Naruto flinched, unsure of what was coming next. Was it bad that he wasn’t from this world? Was Oscar upset?

“That explains a lot,” Oscar said, sitting down beside him. His voice was steady, as though he had just solved a puzzle that had been on his mind for a while.

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, your strange abilities then your lack of pyromancy and your view of the world is… very bright. Even the children of Astora don’t joke and fool around in the face of danger. They’re cautious, untrusting… scared.”

Naruto blurted out without thinking, “What kind of stupid world is this?”

His words came out harsher than he intended, but the thought of kids not being able to joke around, not having any fun, was crazy to him. Sure, his life hadn’t exactly been perfect in Konoha—he had spent most of his life being ignored or hated. But even then, he had still found ways to joke around, to be a fool just to get some attention. It was better than sinking into loneliness.

But in this world? Where even children couldn’t joke to distract themselves from the pain of their lives? Naruto couldn’t even imagine how hard things must be here.

But as all those thoughts whirled through his head, one question burned brighter than the rest. “How am I here?”

Oscar didn’t respond right away. Instead, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing something Naruto didn’t expect. Oscar’s face—hollowed and decayed, just like Naruto’s—but there was something else. Something that made Naruto pause.

Blonde hair… like mine, Naruto thought, and despite everything, a small smile crept onto his face. It felt strangely comforting, knowing that he and Oscar had something in common, something familiar in this bizarre world.

“Let me tell you a story,” Oscar began, his voice deep and steady, drawing Naruto in immediately. “In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees, and Everlasting Dragons.”

Naruto blinked, already trying to follow along, but the words felt strange. This kind of storytelling was different from anything he was used to.

“But then, there was Fire,” Oscar continued, “and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came and found the Souls of Lords within the flame.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. “Souls of Lords?”

Oscar nodded. “Nito, the First of the Dead; the Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos; Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. And then, there was the Furtive yromp, so easily forgotten.”

Naruto tried to keep up, but Oscar’s words were starting to swirl around in his head, like trying to grab hold of fog.

“With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless—one of the Dragons—betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.”

“That’s… awesome,” Naruto muttered, imagining the incredible power it would take to bring down those massive dragons. He couldn’t help but think of the Hokage stories—how the 4th hokage faced the Kuyubi and came out on top. But this? This was on another level. The Age of Fire? Lord of Sunlight? His mind was spinning, but he couldn’t deny how epic it all sounded.

“In the Age of Fire,” Oscar continued, “the Witch of Izalith and Lord Gwyn created their own ‘everlasting’ kingdoms, while Nito returned to the depths of the Catacombs, an immense necropolis, to slumber within the Tomb of the Giants."

Naruto nodded again, though he was starting to lose track of where this was leading. “Okay, cool. But, uh… how does this connect to me being here?”

Oscar paused for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “Last of the Lords, the Furtive Pygmy, used his Lord Soul as a beacon.”

“A beacon?” Naruto tilted his head, confused. Why would someone use something so powerful just to light the way? If he had a Lord Soul, he’d probably use it to cook the biggest bowl of ramen ever.

“Think of it like a light at the end of the tunnel,” Oscar explained. “But in this case, the tunnel connects with other worlds, across the infinite cosmos.”

Naruto blinked, his mind struggling to grasp the scope of what he was hearing.

“So… did this pygmy guy bring me here?”

“Patience,” Oscar said, continuing. “The Furtive Pygmy, during the Age of Ancients, brought many people from other worlds, just like you. He shared with them parts of his soul—the Dark Soul—and this gave birth to a new faction: humans.”

“Humans?” Naruto echoed. What did that mean for him? Was this ugly hollow form considered human in this world? Did I just kill humans?

“As Gwyn’s war against the Dragons dragged on, it became a bloody conflict. At one point, the Lord of Sunlight was forced to integrate humans into his ranks.”

“That’s good,” Naruto said, nodding along, but Oscar wasn’t finished.

“Despite winning the war against the dragons, Gwyn eventually turned against the Pygmy and his descendants. He feared the power of their Dark Soul, afraid it could undermine his future dominion over the world.”

“That’s stupid,” Naruto muttered. Oscar just shrugged.

“Gwyn’s fear of humans and the potential of their souls grew stronger. In time, he made an even more extreme move against them: using the Flame to ‘mark’ their Dark Soul and bodies with a Darksign.”

Oscar knelt down and traced a symbol on the ground. Naruto’s eyes widened instantly—it was the same ring of fire he touched before he came to this world.

“That’s the ring of fire I touched before I came… here,” Naruto said, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut.

Oscar glanced at him, nodding. “Maybe touching the Darksign triggered something that sent you to this world.”

Naruto frowned. “Is this common here?”

“It used to be during the Age of Ancients and Fire, but it’s been hundreds of years since the last invader came.”

Naruto didn’t know what to think. “So, how do I… go back?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He didn’t want Oscar to think he was abandoning him. But deep down, Konoha, his home, felt so far away, and even if things weren’t perfect, it was still his home.

Oscar gave him a small smile. “Do you miss your home?”

Naruto looked away, biting the inside of his cheek. “Well, it’s not like there’s anyone there to greet me,” he admitted quietly.

“You’re an orphan?” Oscar’s tone was soft, but it hit hard.

“Yeah…” Naruto responded, the word feeling heavier than he expected, like he was admitting it for the first time.

Oscar’s eyes softened. “That explains why you’re so happy,” he said, and at first, Naruto didn’t get what he meant. But then he saw it. In Oscar’s face, the same loneliness Naruto had seen reflected in his own.

“Yeah…” Naruto said again, this time with a small grin. It was the kind of grin you give when you’ve lived through hell and made it out anyway. “It beats the alternative.”

For a while, there was silence between them. Not the awkward kind—just… understanding. They both knew what it was like to be alone.

“Do you still want to go back?” Oscar asked after a while.

Naruto shrugged. “Yeah. My home might be crap, but it’s better than this. Plus, the ramen is great there.” He tried to laugh, but it came out weaker than he wanted.

Oscar looked down, like he didn’t know how to say what came next. “I’m sorry, but… I don’t know how you can go back to your home.”

Naruto took a deep breath, scratching the back of his head. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Part of him wanted to freak out, but another part… “Well, a break from Konoha does sound nice,” he said, half-joking but half-meaning it.

Oscar watched him closely, probably trying to figure out if Naruto was putting on a brave face or if he really meant it. Honestly? Naruto wasn’t sure either. He’d always looked on the bright side of things, and maybe this was just another thing to deal with. Or maybe… his life back home wasn’t all that great, and he didn’t mind the idea of a break from it.

Oscar stood up, his armor clinking softly. “Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said firmly, his voice filled with resolve. “As long as you’re here, I’ll stand beside you as a teacher and as a friend.”

He held out his hand. For a second, Naruto just stared at it. No one had ever offered him something like that before—someone to stand beside him, to teach him, and to call him a friend. A genuine smile spread across Naruto’s face, wider this time. He clasped Oscar’s hand, and Oscar helped him to his feet.

“Let’s go kick this demon’s ass,” Naruto said, his grin full of determination.

As we walked up the stairs, Naruto couldn’t help but glance around, confused. “Sensei, where’s the hollow?”

Oscar pointed to the side, and Naruto nearly burst out laughing. The hollow had been kicked off the high ground. Naruto could easily imagine Oscar just booting it down without a second thought. The image was ridiculous, but he had to admit—it worked.

As they continued, Naruto followed Oscar through a metal-barred door, stepping into a broken hall under a sky that seemed forever gray. The roof had long since crumbled, leaving debris scattered across the floor like ancient bones. But what caught Naruto’s attention wasn’t the destruction—it was the land outside.

Instead of the lush green forests of Konoha, all Naruto could see were jagged mountains, rising like prison bars around the asylum, trapping them in. The air was cold and sharp, with a biting wind that whipped around him, tugging at his clothes and cutting through his skin like a kunai.

Suddenly, Naruto felt warmth—a faint heat in the icy air. He turned, his eyes locking onto a corpse slumped against the wall. Unlike the hollows they’d fought before, this one looked more… human. But that wasn’t what caught his eye. It was the hand—embers glowing faintly on the fingers, as though they were still clinging to life even after death.

“Pyromancy Flame,” Oscar whispered, breaking the silence beside him.

Naruto looked at him, confused. “What’s that?”

“It’s an item that can help you use flame arts.”

Immediately, it clicked in Naruto’s mind. That’s what I need to use fireballs!

Without thinking, Naruto rushed forward, excitement bubbling in his chest. But something stopped him—a gut feeling, a sense that something wasn’t right. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the corners of the hall. Something felt off.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Instinct kicked in, and Naruto hurled a kunai toward the shadows. The sound echoed through the area, and sure enough, a few hollows began limping toward them.

“Good call,” Naruto muttered to himself as he grabbed a few more shuriken. It was as good a time as any to practice. He flung the shuriken, watching as they sliced through the air, but the hollows didn’t fall immediately. One of them dropped after the third kunai, while the other kept coming—until Oscar stepped in and cut it down with a clean swing of his sword.

Naruto turned, eyes scanning for more threats. That’s when he saw it.

The last hollow at the end of the hall was different. It was armored, holding a spear and shield—more prepared, more dangerous. Naruto’s instincts told him this wouldn’t be like the others.

“Remember, Naruto,” Oscar said calmly, his voice steady. “There are two ways to deal with a spear, or any weapon with long reach.”

Naruto listened closely, absorbing the lesson.

“One is to keep your distance. The other is to get so close that the weapon’s range becomes its weakness.”

Naruto nodded, fully understanding the strategy. Neither he nor the hollow moved. It stood there, waiting, its spear tip gleaming in the dim light.

“Your turn,” Oscar said, stepping aside.

“Oh yeah!” Naruto shouted as he suddenly remembered the pyromancy flame. Without wasting a second, he sprinted toward it.

The pyromancy flame still glowed faintly on the corpse’s hand, the embers flickering like the last gasp of a dying fire. Naruto reached out and touched it, and as soon as his fingers made contact, the embers seemed to come alive. They slithered like snakes, crawling up his arm, their heat warming his skin. The ashes covering the corpse’s hand blew away in the wind, swirling in the air before magically attaching themselves to his hand.

For a brief moment, Naruto saw something strange—a beautiful pattern, like vines etched into his skin—but just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. All that remained was his hand, now looking ashy and strange.

“Naruto!” Oscar called from behind him, pulling his attention back to the battlefield. Naruto turned to see the undead spearman marching toward him, its eyes glowing with a dull, lifeless light.

Naruto grinned. “I’m going to do a fireball, sensei! Back up, I don’t want you to get hurt.” With that, he stretched his hand out in front of him.

The moment he did, something clicked. He instinctively knew how to use this new power. It wasn’t like chakra—this energy was different, more violent, more chaotic. It roared inside him like a wild flame, eager to burst out.

Naruto focused, pulling that energy into his hand. A beautiful orb of fire formed in his palm, flickering and crackling like it could explode at any moment. The heat radiated from it, making the air shimmer.

The undead soldier took another step forward, raising its spear. Naruto didn’t wait. With a swift motion, he hurled the fireball. As it left his hand, he felt a little disappointed—it wasn’t as big as Sasuke’s fireballs, nowhere near as cool. But that disappointment vanished the moment it hit the soldier.

Boom!

Flames erupted in a massive explosion, scorching the entire area. The blast was so intense that the walls themselves were charred black, and the undead soldier was engulfed in the inferno. Naruto’s eyes widened in shock. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “My flames are definitely stronger than Sasuke’s, right, sensei?”

“It’s not dead,” Oscar said calmly, his eyes fixed on the flames.

Naruto turned, and sure enough, the soldier walked out of the fire, its armor and spear melted, dripping like molten metal. But it didn’t stop. It started running toward him, faster than Naruto expected. His heart leapt into his throat as it charged. Acting on instinct, he swung his sword, slicing its neck clean through.

The soldier dropped, its body crumbling into a lifeless heap at his feet. Naruto stood there, breathing heavily.

Oscar walked over, giving him a nod of approval. “Always make sure the enemy is down. Don’t turn your back on them until you’re certain.”

Naruto nodded, taking Oscar’s advice to heart. That had been way too close for comfort.

Suddenly, the entire place shook, the ground rumbling beneath their feet. The knight and the boy turned to the side, and there down below, pacing back and forth, was the asylum demon. It was restless, moving with a kind of impatience, like it was waiting for something.

Naruto’s hand tightened around his sword. “Looks like our friend is getting anxious.”

Oscar glanced at him, his calm demeanor never faltering. “This battle will be different, Naruto. Are you ready?”

Naruto grinned, the thrill of the fight returning. “You bet! Let’s take this thing down for good.”

Oscar moved before Naruto could even blink, launching himself into the air and driving his sword down in a vicious plunge attack onto the demon’s head. His blade cut deep, slicing off part of the demon’s tree-like horns—if they could even be called that. The impact was so powerful it sent a spray of blood and ichor splattering across the ground, the demon roaring in pain.

Oscar landed in a roll, quickly making his way toward the gate as Naruto summoned dozens of shadow clones. They leaped toward the asylum demon, but none of them attacked. Instead, they popped, creating a massive cloud of smoke that engulfed the monster.

From the high ground, Naruto released a fireball, using the smoke as cover. The fireball soared through the air and exploded on the demon’s face, flames licking up its grotesque features. But the demon was tougher than expected. It roared in fury, and its hammer shot up, smashing into the platform where the boy stood. The ground beneath him shattered, crumbling into rubble. But the Way of Focality had kicked in—Naruto saw it coming. He jumped just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed as the upper floor was obliterated beneath him.

Naruto caught a glimpse of the demon’s face as he landed, its mouth open wide. Jagged, rotten teeth lined its maw, dark smoke curling from its throat like it was about to unleash something far worse than any attack so far.

Acting on instinct, Naruto summoned more clones and used them as a launchpad to propel himself back into the fight. Meanwhile, Oscar charged in with a two-handed grip on his sword, delivering a devastating horizontal slice across the demon’s midsection. The blade cut deep, blood spraying from the wound as the demon let out a guttural roar of agony.

“Sensei, dodge!” Naruto shouted as he landed, seeing the demon wind up for another attack. Oscar rolled to the side just in time, and Naruto took the opportunity to hurl another fireball. This time, he aimed for the Achilles tendon, the fireball exploding on impact. A chunk of the demon’s leg was blown off in a fiery blast, blood and chunks of flesh flying everywhere as the massive creature collapsed to one knee, roaring in pain.

The demon’s wings flared open suddenly, and Naruto knew what was coming next. The demon began to rise, preparing for its shockwave attack. Oscar and Naruto were near the gate, just outside the immediate area of effect, but even from where they stood, they could feel it—the wind, the deafening sound, the dust filling the air as the demon crashed back down.

“Now!” Naruto shouted, and his clones responded instantly, hurling fireballs at the demon. Each fireball exploded on contact, covering the creature in flames. The demon’s body was engulfed, the flames spreading quickly, but it wasn’t done. With a savage roar, it lunged toward them, massive and terrifying.

Naruto barely had time to react when he felt Oscar’s boot hit his back, shoving him forward. He stumbled, his jaw dropping as he saw Oscar do the impossible. Oscar parried the demon’s giant swing, his sword cutting cleanly through the head of the demon’s massive hammer. The weapon splintered, the hammer’s head falling to the ground with a heavy thud. In one fluid motion, Oscar moved in for the kill, his blade plunging deep into the demon’s stomach.

The demon screamed—a horrendous, bloodcurdling sound—as its stomach split open. Blood poured out, thick and dark, pooling on the ground beneath it. Tendons were severed, its intestines spilling out in long, grotesque ropes, steam rising from the exposed flesh. The creature’s body convulsed, twitching as the flames continued to burn through its skin, charring the muscle and bone beneath.

It was chaos—violent, bloody chaos.

[ Name: Asylum Demon ]

[ HP: 980 / 2,195 ]

For a moment, Naruto almost felt sorry for the thing in front of him—almost. But then, something shifted, and the air around him felt wrong. The hairs on his arms stood on end as the asylum demon lifted the broken handle of its hammer. His heart pounded in his chest, his instincts screaming that something was coming. He watched in disbelief as the handle began to twist and warp, almost like it was alive. The demon’s hammer morphed into a staff, pulling the broken pots around them into its grip, fusing them together to form a jagged, sharp edge.

[ Name: Stray Demon ( 2nd Phase ) ]

[ HP: 980 / 2,195 ]

Naruto’s breath caught in his throat.

It can change its weapon?

Without wasting a second, he threw his hands together and shouted, “Shadow Clone Jutsu!” Dozens of clones appeared in a puff of smoke, charging toward the demon in unison. His heart was racing, but he kept his focus. We’ve got this!

The demon swung wide with its new staff, and most of Naruto’s clones dodged it with ease. But then—Bang!

A deafening explosion ripped through the air. His ears rang, his head spun, and he barely registered the red flash of light before he hit the ground, hard. His body screamed in pain, and he gasped for breath, trying to figure out what had just happened. His clones… most of them were gone. They had popped almost instantly, wiped out by whatever that blast was.

This demon can use spells?

The thought clawed its way through the haze in his mind as he staggered to his feet. His body felt heavy, unsteady. Everything hurt, and his vision blurred. Before he could fully gather himself, he saw the demon again, gripping its staff like a baseball bat. He could barely react as it swung towards him, the jagged edge of the staff gleaming as it cut through the air with terrifying speed.

Naruto tried to move, but his body felt like it was moving through mud. His muscles refused to listen, still reeling from whatever weird spell had knocked him down. His chest tightened, and the cold realization hit him hard: I can’t dodge this.

Is this the end?

The thought raced through his mind as he watched the staff coming at him in what felt like slow motion.

Suddenly, he felt a hard shove from the side—Oscar’s hand on his shoulder. Naruto stumbled backward, gasping as he saw Oscar leap in front of the attack, his shield raised. The demon’s staff connected with a horrifying crack, the impact so violent that Oscar was sent flying through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into the second-floor wall with a sickening thud.

“Sensei?!” Naruto screamed, his voice raw with panic. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to focus through the terror clawing at his chest. His eyes darted back to the demon, and it grinned at him—a grotesque, mocking grin. Naruto’s blood boiled.

Something inside him snapped. Chakra surged through his body, blue flames of energy exploding around him, crackling with raw power.

“Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

A hundred—no, a thousand clones burst into existence, filling the courtyard. The sound of battle cries echoed around him as his clones charged, hand axes raised, each one filled with the same rage that burned in his chest. This demon wasn’t going to get away with this.

The asylum demon slammed its staff into the ground, and Naruto felt a shift in the air—something dark and powerful. The staff began to glow, a deep, pulsing red light emanating from it. Before Naruto could even process what was happening, the demon raised the staff high, and an orb of red energy formed at the tip. It hovered there for a brief second, crackling with power.

No…

Then it exploded.

The shockwave hit Naruto like a tidal wave, and in an instant, he felt everything—every single clone, every single perspective, every single bit of pain and panic—all at once. Their thoughts, their memories, their fear, it all flooded into him like a crashing wave. Hundreds of lives, hundreds of viewpoints, merging into one chaotic stream. His mind felt like it was being torn apart, the sheer overload too much to handle.

I… can’t… breathe…

The orb’s energy surged through him, erasing his clones one by one, and then… it reached him. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before—like his body was being unraveled, piece by piece, thread by thread.

Naruto felt cold. His skin, his muscles, everything was being erased. There was no heat, no sensation, just a growing void where his body should’ve been. His mind screamed for something to hold onto, but there was nothing—just the cold emptiness spreading through him. He couldn’t even tell where his body ended and the nothingness began.

His vision blurred, and all the sounds of battle—the cries, the clash of weapons, the crackling energy—faded into silence. There was no more pain, but it wasn’t relief. It was terrifying.

[ YOU DIED ]

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Naruto blinked and suddenly found himself back in the forest. His mind was a blur, everything that had just happened feeling distant, like a dream slipping through his fingers. The Northern Undead Asylum, Oscar… was it real? It all felt so hazy. He shook his head, trying to make sense of it.

“Naruto!” Iruka’s voice cut through the fog in his mind like a splash of cold water. His tone was sharp, almost angry. Naruto looked up, only to see Iruka storming toward him, his hands gripping the boy’s shoulders tightly. His eyes bore into Naruto’s with an intensity that made his stomach twist. It was rare to see Iruka-sensei like this. The young uzumaki would’ve flinched under that stare if he wasn’t still trying to process whether everything around him was real.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Iruka demanded, his voice edged with something Naruto didn’t recognize—panic? Anger? Both?

“What?” Naruto barely had time to respond before a barrage of shuriken whistled through the air toward them. His instincts kicked in. Without thinking, Naruto shoved Iruka out of the way, and even he was surprised by the force. He landed hard, spinning to face the source of the attack.

“Well, well,” came a voice from the shadows. Mizuki stepped out, a twisted grin on his face. “I didn’t expect that. I’m impressed you found this place, Iruka.”

“Mizuki!”

Mizuki’s grin widened as he locked eyes with Naruto. “Naruto, give me the scroll.”

“Don’t!” Iruka’s voice cracked with urgency as he positioned himself protectively in front of Naruto. “Naruto, never give him that scroll. It’s dangerous. Mizuki used you to get it for himself!”

Naruto stared at the scroll, his mind still swimming, trying to piece everything together. Mizuki… used him?

“Naruto,” Mizuki interjected smoothly, “Iruka’s just afraid of you having that scroll.”

“Huh?” Naruto blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying. It didn’t make sense. Iruka-sensei wouldn’t be afraid of him, would he?

“Don’t do it!” Iruka shouted, pulling out a kunai. “That scroll holds jutsu collected by past Hokage, techniques too dangerous to use! Mizuki’s lying! He used you!”

Naruto’s mind reeled as he looked between them. Mizuki’s grin turned sinister, his gaze cold.

“There’s no point in delaying this,” Mizuki said darkly. His eyes locked onto Naruto’s, and something shifted in the air. “Naruto, do you know why the whole village hates you?”

Naruto froze. His stomach churned at the question. The whole village… He always wondered why. Always felt their stares, their whispers. But no one ever told him why.

“No, Mizuki, stop!” Iruka shouted, panic lacing his voice, but Mizuki ignored him.

“Roughly twelve years ago,” Mizuki began, his voice low and dripping with malice, “you know about the Kyuubi no Kitsune, right? The monster that attacked Konoha?”

Naruto nodded slowly, his heart pounding harder in his chest.

“Well, the Yondaime Hokage couldn’t kill the Kyuubi, so he sealed it away… into the body of a baby. And that baby was you.”

Naruto’s blood turned to ice. Everything clicked in an instant—why the villagers glared at him, why parents pulled their children away from him, why he was always treated like some kind of monster. All the whispers, the dirty looks. He thought it was because he was a troublemaker, because he didn’t fit in, but this? He wasn’t just disliked. He was hated because he was the Kyuubi. He was the monster.

“That’s why everyone despises you, Naruto,” Mizuki sneered, his voice sharp and mocking. “You’re the dreaded Kyuubi no Kitsune.”

It felt like the world was collapsing around him. His chest tightened, and his breath hitched. Demon child… That wasn’t just a cruel nickname. It was his reality.

“How dare you,” Iruka’s voice snapped through the suffocating silence, filled with more anger than Naruto had ever heard from him before.

Mizuki grinned as he drew a giant shuriken from his back, his intentions clear. “And now, I’ll kill you and become a hero to the village.”

“Don’t listen to him, Naruto!” Iruka yelled, stepping protectively in front of Naruto, his body tense. “He’s lying. He’s the traitor here.”

Mizuki just laughed, his voice cold and cruel. “Why protect him, Iruka? He’s the one who killed your family.”

Naruto froze again, the weight of Mizuki’s words pressing down on him like a mountain. He… killed Iruka-sensei’s family? No… it wasn’t him. It was the Kyuubi. But he was the Kyuubi, wasn’t he?

He was a demon … just like the asylum demon.

“I’m not letting an idiot like you get that scroll!” he spat, his voice shaking with fury.

“You’re the idiot, Iruka,” Mizuki sneered. “Naruto is a monster, just like me.”

“Anyone with that scroll can do whatever they want. The Kyuubi would abuse its power,” Mizuki goaded, his words sharp and cutting.

“You’re right,” Iruka said suddenly, and Naruto’s heart sank.

But then Iruka’s voice changed, his tone stronger, more certain. “But Naruto is different. He’s one of my best students. He works harder than anyone. He’s not the Kyuubi. He’s Uzumaki Naruto of Konohagakure.”

Naruto looked up, stunned. Iruka-sensei… believed in him?

Mizuki’s face twisted with rage. “Then die!” he screamed, hurling the giant shuriken with deadly force.

Suddenly, the familiar feeling of Focality washed over Naruto, sharpening everything. It was like time slowed, and he could see the path of the fuma shuriken flying toward him. More importantly, he saw Iruka-sensei moving—he was going to jump in, using his body as a shield to save him.

Naruto didn’t need any more proof. That was all he needed to know Iruka was on his side, that Mizuki had betrayed them.

Without thinking, Naruto’s hand shot out, grabbing Iruka mid-jump. He twisted his hips, jerking his arm forward as he felt the surge of pyromancy flame building inside him. It flowed to his hands like a rush of heat, and suddenly, a fireball erupted, blasting through the air and destroying the fuma shuriken in one fiery explosion.

“So, the demon child got his hands on a Fire Style jutsu, huh?” Mizuki sneered, his voice full of malice. He moved his hands through a series of hand signs, quick and deliberate. “Let me show you how a real fireball is done.”

He blew into the ring formed by his thumb and pointer finger, and a massive fireball roared toward them, the heat radiating from it in waves.

Iruka prepping his Earth Style, already ready to raise a defensive wall, but Naruto wasn’t about to just stand by. He shot another fireball, smaller than Mizuki’s, but this time he felt the chakra focus deep inside him, almost instinctive.

Iruka’s jaw dropped as he saw it—Naruto’s fireball, smaller but concentrated, blasted right through Mizuki’s like it wasn’t even there. The explosion was huge, a burst of flames and smoke that lit up the entire clearing. For a moment, the boy couldn’t see anything. But then, in a blur, Mizuki appeared behind him in a flash, using the Body Flicker Technique.

His kunai was cold against Naruto’s neck.

“Got you now,” Mizuki growled, thinking he had already won. But he didn’t see Naruto’s eyes—he didn’t see the Focality still guiding him, showing him exactly what to do. Naruto didn’t hesitate. With a swift motion, his hand axe sliced through the air, the blade cutting cleanly through Mizuki’s wrist.

Mizuki’s hand, along with the kunai, hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Mizuki screamed in pain, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. His face twisted in agony, and without thinking, Naruto grabbed him by the mouth, his palm pressing against Mizuki’s face.

“Fireball.”

The word came out quietly, almost instinctively, as if Naruto’s body moved on its own. Heat surged through his hand again, and he felt the fire erupt from his palm, engulfing Mizuki’s head. The flames roared for a moment, and then… boom… then silence.

Iruka had closed his eyes, turning away. He didn’t want to see it.

When everything was still, Naruto looked down at what was left of Mizuki’s body. His head—there was nothing left. The fireball had turned it to ash, his skull gone, only charred remains scattered around. Naruto stood there, covered in blood and bone shards, the heat still lingering on his skin. There was a blankness in him, a numbness as he looked down at the body.

He bent down and grabbed something from Mizuki’s corpse. His soul. It was there, almost glowing, and before he could think, he absorbed it. It flowed into him like a rush of power, and he stared at the system window that popped up in front of him.

[ You have killed hostile Enemy — Mizuki ]

[ Dropped Items ]

[ - Fuma Shuriken ×2 ]

[ - Incomplete Cursed Seal ]

[ - 200 Soul ]

Naruto didn’t know what to feel. The blood was still clinging to his skin, drying in patches on his hands, his clothes, everywhere. But inside… inside, he felt nothing. Not anger, not regret, not even relief. Just… emptiness.

Nothing at all.

Killing Mizuki—it didn’t feel real. It was just like killing a hollow. Just another fight, just another enemy. But it wasn’t, was it? Mizuki wasn’t a hollow. He was… human.

His mind raced, but there was no room for emotions. Everything was happening too fast. His thoughts were scattered. One thing kept echoing in his head, though.

Oscar.

He had to go back. He had to save his teacher … His friend. But how? How did he get here in the first place? There was no clear answer, no path in front of him. Just blood and confusion.

Hollows, Oscar, this world… how do I get back?

Naruto stood there, lost in the chaos, the weight of what he’d done pressing down on him, but not in a way that made him feel anything. It was all so hollow, just like the enemies he’d fought before, but now… it felt like he was trapped between worlds.

Where was he supposed to go from here?