Story #2: [A Millennium toward the Perfect Solution]
Categories: Naruto/Highschool DxD Crossover
Summary: Having gained immortality, Uzumaki Naruto witnessed the march of time, as kingdoms rose and fell, as the lands split and reformed. However, one thing remained constant, his dream for world peace. However, after endless attempts, he came to a single conclusion - humanity itself was flawed. "Let us wage one final war."
"Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
In an usually dark night, the moon, eternally suspended in the sky, glowed dimly and graced the land with its bounties, casting a faint silver light upon the earth. Innumerable stars dotted the skies, twinkling alongside the moon. Clouds engulfed the night sky, carpeting the moon as if they were curtains, in an attempt to drown its light. The sounds of still wind filled the air. Visible through the clouds was a silhouette - a silhouette of a gigantic airship. The titanic airship was filled with innumerable cannons. It painted a fearsome picture. Intimidating, fearsome, the ship was without a doubt a weapon of mass destruction. A tool of war, an instrument of carnage. This airship was named Flügel Lächeln.
Standing upon the hull of the ship and gazing upon the sky was a woman, with long black hair that reached to the waist, and crimson red eyes that gleamed even in the darkness. She wore a black military uniform and donned a red mantle, along with a black hat that had a red bill. A motif not unlike a flowering quince rested upon her cap. It was circular in shape. A pentagon with thin white lines protruding from a circle. It was surrounded by five blocks of arcs, resembling the petals of a flower.
"Do you enjoy the view?"
The speaker was a man that appeared to be eighteen years of age to the human eye. Through closer inspection, this individual was a handsome and intense fellow with unkempt dirty blonde hair that seemed to spike all over the place and defy gravity, with eyes a shade of azure blue that resembled the seas and the skies. Donning a red leather cloak with designs of black flames sewed on the hemline, with a design of what appeared to be a spiral with a pointed edge on the back, over a black kimono, this was Uzumaki Naruto.
"Of course. We are now situated 50,000 feet in the air. At this height... Everything feels so small. This world, life... Everything. The people below us are so small that they are akin to ants."
Naruto smiled, as if amused, as he closed his eyes and listened to the gentle humming of the wind. The pair enjoyed the silence for awhile, before Naruto broke the silence.
"How goes our preparations?"
"Everything is ready. The stage has been set - as you predicted, Qlippoth have fallen. Trihexa have been resealed by the combined efforts of the Thee Biblical Factions. Through the combined efforts of Mephistopheles and Ajuka Beelzebub, as well as the greatest minds of the alliance, the leaders who sealed themselves with Trihexa within the Isolation Barrier have been extracted, leaving the beast inside. They are gathering soon for another meeting to address how they should proceed onward with the primary enemy of the world gone. It is the perfect stage for our debut, and our endgame."
Naruto chuckled. "All the pieces are ready, then? That is excellent news. Now... let us wage one final war, and test the world's might."
The woman remained silent, peering over the hull of the ship into the great abyss that was the earth.
"What's wrong? Are you nervous?"
The woman snorted. "Nervous? At this juncture? Impossible. I was merely mustering up my resolve. In the past, my great ancestor nearly conquered his own country. However, he was backstabbed by one of his greatest warriors. I will not make that same mistake. This time, definitely, for sure! I will definitely claim the title Demon King of the Sixth Heaven from my ancestor, and with these two palms, crush Japan!"
Naruto smirked in return. "And I promise you exactly that."
"...Do you remember the day when we first met?"
"Ho? Are you getting sentimental on me now?" Naruto quipped.
"I was surprised. Because never in my wildest dreams would I have expected that a remnant of mankind's most hated army would still be alive... Even worse, that the man who once saved the world and defended mankind's free will will eventually become its greatest villain..." The woman ignored Naruto's remarks and continued with her speech. "But nevertheless, that meeting... was the beginning of everything for me. And soon... everything shall end."
"Do you regret it?" Naruto asked. "Meeting me?"
"Definitely not. Back then, my entire life was a lie. My name, my history, everything was a lie. I was sick of a world that couldn't be changed. Yet, it was you who gave me power... The power to change everything. That is why, I shall follow you to the depths of Hell, my lord. If you shall walk the path of blood, I shall imbibe of it. Across the mountain of corpses, I will raise up high your flag, that cursed banner, and at the summit, I will plant it. This I swear by my name Oda Nobunaga."
The edges of Naruto's lips then curled up into a small grin as he turned around, his cloak billowing in the wind. "...Let us go. Our krieg is awaiting us."
Nobunaga continued looking over the hull for a few more seconds, before turning around to follow Naruto. Her eyes strayed up to the flag raised up high on the mast for an instant, before she resumed her path inside the ship.
The flag consisted of an ominous symbol... A mirrored left sided swastika.
She was a mere orphan, alone, unwanted, born in the slums of France. To survive, she performed many morally ambiguous acts, stealing and trampling upon others to survive, all the while envying and despising normal people. And most of all, she cursed her own fate."Why did I have to be born like this?"
Mankind was not born equal. Some was born swifter, some with greater beauty, some with talent, some are born into poverty and others born sick and weak. In both birth and environment, in scope of ability every human is inherently different. And that nameless orphan, born homeless, into a lawless community, despised the world and those who was born more fortunate than herself with every ounce, every iota of her being.
She was born only to die. That was what she thought until that day.
"...How amusing. To think that Pierre d'Arc's hatred of the world which took away his little sister was so strong that it seeped into his very blood, his very lineage... It almost reminds me of the Uchiha's Curse of Hatred. And to think that one of Pierre d'Arc's descendants would be alive here, in this very slum..."
A voice. To her, who was left, dying in an unknown alley, about to die unknown to anybody, it was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. The voice resounded through the alley as she leaned against a wall, exhaustion taking its toll on her body, plagued by hunger and malnutrition.
"Girl, are you happy with your life now?"
Happy? How could she be? Of course she wasn't! Born without anything, without a father, without a mother, without a home, her whole life was nothing but despair and loneliness.
"Can you imagine, those born more fortunate than yourself? Outside of this slums, many are born with a warm family, with a father and a mother... They get to experience warm food, made with love.. They do not have to struggle to live like you do. They pass their lives, ignorant of the pain every second and every minute that passes through your veins as long as you hold life." The voice paused, before continuing with an ominous tone. "Are you not jealous? Do you not envy them? Even before doing anything of note, before even living, they have already been far more luckier, and have far more things in possession than you yourself?"
At this, the girl's eyes widened, in shock and fury, as ugly feelings began to crawl through her body.
"You are a cursed child, an unfortunate one, born with nothing and would eventually, never amount to anything. Your existence is but a speck of dust with no value whatsoever. Rice will not sprout from the ground you tread, only cold frost. For you, the wind will not blow, and the sun will hide behind the clouds... Because the world itself detests you. Because the world have forsaken you. Because the world itself rejects you."
"..." The girl remained silent.
"The others fear you, don't they? That was not because of your appearance, or any such factors like that. It was because a girl that would do anything to survive, even kill her fellow man, is truly terrifying. It was because you, who held the shape of a human yet was not human, was truly terrifying. Tell me... Do you despise it?" The voice asked, just as the Serpent tempted Eve, whispered poison to her ears. "This world, your fate?"
"Yes... Everything, I despise all of it." The girl whispered, however each word of hers was as sharp as daggers, as frosty as glaciers. Her eyes gleamed with anger, fury, and hatred towards everything. "With every iota of my being, I reject all of this vile world."
"How beautiful... The thing I find beautiful is that heart of yours. Detesting absolutely everything, pure black hatred, despising people, despising the world, damning yourself... That is a rare quality in this time and age." At that, two hands grabbed her face, tilting it upwards for the speaker to inspect. "It would be a waste to have you remain as a simple slum rat. You may decide. Continue living in that unsightly state, grow old, rot and wither, or come with me, become one with the darkness, stand atop the dead, and walk the cursed path stained with blood."
This man, who appeared to her in her time of utmost despair, in her time of utmost need, and reached out to her... Even if he was a malignant being, he was without a doubt, her God... That was what the stricken girl thought at that time.
"...The path I wish to follow is yours. If you walk atop the dead, let me be the one to kill them. If you shall walk across blood, let me be the one to splatter the earths with it." The girl softly said to the monster. "This I swear..."
"Very well. From this day onward, you will be my servant. You shall discard everything you once were, and henceforth, your name shall be Jeanne... Take up the name of your ancestor's sister, and burn the world just as it did her. Judge the world just as it did her. Reduce everything into ashes, entomb the world which you and your great ancestor despise so greatly in flames..."
"...If it is the will of my God..."
Glowing yellow eyes opened. The once nameless, scrawny girl had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She had pale white skin, and long wavy purplish white hair that reached to her shins. She wore dark purple armor along with a black heel and stocking that only left the thigh exposed. A dark purple sword was strapped to her left hip, and she held a flag with her left hand.
Standing next to Naruto in one of the ship's many strategic meeting halls, Jeanne looked forward to see soldiers, numbering less than a thousand, all formed up in ranks and standing rigidly at attention. Looking around, she could also see various other figures that served as fellow commanders under her God. One such person was the descendant of Nobunaga, who also stood next to Naruto. Another was a woman, clad in a purple and black bodysuit, donning purplish black shoes on her feet and violet pauldron on her shoulders. Long purple hair reached past her back as she leaned against a wall, her eyes closed and her face impassive.
Jeanne immediately ceased her wandering eyes and stood at attention as Naruto spoke. "My friends..."
"My friends, the time has come. The innumerable myths that exist throughout the world have suffered enormous damage from the Beast of Revelation. Now is the time which the gods, the demons, the spirits, the fairies, all of the supernatural creatures that exist within our world are at their weakest. You who are remnants of a defeated army, engineered and empowered by me to live beyond time, long serving recruits, the day has come for us to fulfill our purpose. Welcome... to the eve of the final war."
The soldiers roared in excitement at that announcement, arms pumping up in exhilaration.
"Well then, everyone, please pay attention to my briefing of your final operation. Jeanne... Lieutenant Jeanne."
"At your command."
"Your objective is to burn down France. Every flag, every building, every person... Let loose every ounce of your hatred, every iota of your fury, and remind the world of our presence. The men under your command will be your unit. Prepare to be dropped off at 1500 hours." Naruto commanded.
"Wenn es meines Gottes Wille ist." Jeanne acknowledged with fervor.
"Lieutenant Nobunaga." Naruto paused for her acknowledgement, which he received not a second later, before continuing with his briefing. "Your objective... It is to destroy Kinkaku-ji and prevent the Youkais from sending aid. Raze everything of the Inner Kyoto city to the ground, leave nothing behind. Like Lieutenant Jeanne, the men under your command will be your unit. You will be dropped off at the same time as she is. We will enact a simultaneous attack on the world."
"Your will is my command."
"Very well." Naruto smirked. "Italy. Spain. Greece. America. England. Russia. We will re-ignite the flames of war, us against the world. Now, let us open the floodgates. Let us let loose the floodgates of the dark waters of war! Let us let slip the hounds of war! Our objective... is the eradication of all of mankind."
The air was filled with anticipation. The sun shone brightly through the skies, blessing the earth with light. There was not a single cloud to be spotted in sight. For the ordinary man, it was without a doubt a great day to be outside. For the spiritual man, he would without a doubt regard it as an auspicious omen, feeling that the day would go through peacefully.
There could have been no better day to host the second Three Biblical Faction Conference. Much like the first, this conference was held to gather the three factions, which have been at odds since time immemorial, to discuss on how to proceed from there. Much like the first, this was held at the Kuoh High School. After all, the Three Factions have formed an alliance against the enemy of the world, the Khaos Brigade, the Army of Disaster, because they held a common agenda - peace, and fought to preserve that peace. Now that Qlippoth, one of the final bastions of the Khaos Brigade have fallen, and Trihexa have been resealed, it seemed that the supernatural factions could finally take a step towards peace.
This conference was also a rather simple affair, with most of the members of DxD present, and the major leaders from the three major powers.
From the devils, Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan stood, representing their kind.
The angels had Michael, God's enforcer of law and judgement, as well as the Messenger of God, the Strongest and Most Beautiful Woman in Heaven, Gabriel.
The fallen angels sent the reinstated governer-general of the Grigori, Azazel, as well as his vice, Baraqiel.
They gathered together once more, to celebrate their reunion, the unsealing of their brothers, their mentors, their sisters, their loved ones. They gathered once more to celebrate, and to discuss on how to govern things and rebuild their factions from the destruction wrought by the Beast of Revelation.
The first one to speak was the laid-back Azazel. "Aah, never would I have imagined the world to feel so great! After what seems to have been eons spent fighting Trihexa, I now appreciate these laid-back times even more, haha!"
"Indeed, it is as you say, brother." Michael commented.
"When I resolved myself to seal myself inside the Isolation Barrier Field, I was prepared to meet my end at last." Sirzechs spoke. "I hardened my heart, hypnotized Grayfia, and then sent her away... Thanks to that, I got a earful from her after getting out."
"Please pass along our gratitude to Ajuka and Mephistopheles. Without those two brilliant minds, we certainly would not have made it out."
"Haha, I will do. Now then..."
"Enough with the fancy words. Let's get down to the real purpose of this meeting." Azazel interrupted. "We have to discuss about the damage dealt by Trihexa in his brief moment of freedom."
Everyone stared at Azazel for a few moment.
"What?" Azazel asked, annoyance creeping into his tone.
"Well, it sure is surreal, hearing you of all people being responsible for once. But yes, let's skip the platitudes and move on to the crux of this meeting."
The conference proceeded rather swiftly without incident after that. The leaders of the Three Biblical Factions reported the damage dealt by Trihexa, and offered solutions to repair the world and aid the many other myths that suffered from the cataclysmic wrath of Trihexa. The leaders were united in one purpose - to uphold the peace they now enjoy.
Before long, things came to a close. "That will be it, then."
"Finally." Azazel remarked. "I dislike all of these troublesome stuffs. At least nothing happened like the previous peace conference."
As if the world decided to sneer upon those very words, the door of the conference room suddenly opened with a bang, signifying urgency.
"Azazel! Something major has happened!" The one who uttered those words as she ran into the room was a beautiful young woman with long and flowing raven black hair that reached to her back, and amethyst eyes. She was Penemue, Secretary of the Grigori. If Gabriel was "The Strongest and Most Beautiful Woman in Heaven", then Penemue was surely "The Strongest and Most Beautiful Woman in Grigori".
"...Speak." Azazel ordered, after a small pause to berate himself for jinxing himself.
"Countries everywhere are being attacked! Spain, France, Italy, and even..."
BOOM!
The occupants of the meeting hall was stunned into a stupor as an explosion sounded somewhere in the vicinity of the school, before they heard an even more shocking sound, a shattering sound that signified the breaching of the barrier that protected the academy.
"...Japan."
It was then the roof of the meeting hall collapsed, bricks and cement tiles that made up the roof dropping to the floor. Among the column of dust, the silhouette of the invader could be seen.
The dust eventually cleared up, and the visage of the invader was finally revealed. Upon the revelation of the breacher's identity, the color faded from the faces of the major powers present.
"Greetings, Devils, Angels, and their Fallen brethren.."
Eyes widened in shock, Sirzechs, holder of the title Lucifer, Father of Lies, whispered in fear, "Immortal Witch of the Abyss, Godslayer... Scáthach!"
"So this time, our enemies are the isolationist Celtic Pantheon? What exactly are your motives for this attack?" Azazel asked, a spark of seriousness entering his normally laidback eyes. "Especially since it is you, Immortal Witch, who have grown unconcerned of the world since the end of the Ulster Cycle..."
Scáthach stared at Azazel for a moment, unnerving him with her apathetic glare, before smirking. "Since when... were you under the impression that this was an attack by the Celtic Pantheon? You couldn't be more wrong, Azazel. Neither Dagda, nor the rest of the Celtic gods have ordered this attack. This attack is one orchestrated by one man that do not belong to any mythical faction. I am merely going along with his plans because I possess a single wish, one ardent desire that will be granted either way by his designs."
"...Is there no way we can convince you to desist from this course of action?" Michael stepped forward and asked. "Do you really think that you can defeat all of us, by yourself? Even if it is you, I am of the opinion that it is impossible, Scáthach."
"Unfortunately, it is already too late. There is no going back, for me, and for him." Scáthach replied. "And this time, I am a mere messenger, giving this declaration of war. Our battle will take place a few hours from now, in this city, where our army shall meet yours with every iota of their strength. Before I shall have you demonstrate your prowess to this Scáthach, the General would like to have a word with all of you."
Snapping her fingers, the Immortal Witch summoned into existence a few hundred Celtic runes, which then converged together to project a picture, much like a projector.
The visage of Uzumaki Naruto appeared from the runes, a sinister smirk on his face. "To the representatives of the Three Biblical Faction gathered here today, I offer my salutations. Greetings. My name... is Uzumaki Naruto."
"Na-Naru-tan?!" The one who uttered that in shock was unexpectedly, one of the representatives of the Devil Faction, Serafall Leviathan. "Yo-you are alive?!"
"It's been a long time, my lovely Leviathan, Serafall. I'm extremely happy to see you again. As you can see, I am in the best of health. And I have never felt more alive."
"How do you know him, Serafall?" Sirzechs asked his fellow leader. It was obvious the rest present in the room was curious as well. "The name Uzumaki Naruto does not ring any bells."
Serafall grimaced, as if an unhappy memory was brought up. "Naru-tan was one of my most frequent contractor after the Devil Civil War... Before 1933. To think that you would arise again now... What exactly is it you want, Naru-tan... No, Naruto? To emerge once again at this time... You, the General whom commanded the entire German army during the human's Second World War."
At that proclamation, the entire room turned silent, and the atmosphere thickened with tension. For the German Army during World War II was infamous for the genocide of at least millions of people. The military force of the Third Reich, which attempted to create a millennium empire.
"Indeed. I am the General of the German Armies. The one responsible for this breach, the culprit behind this final war... is also none other than I. My men call me General. A certain subordinate of mine calls me her God. You may address me however you wish."
"...What is the purpose behind this idiocy?" Gabriel asked, her eyes narrowed. Her usual air-headedness was gone, and what was left was Gabriel, the war maiden, the angel which have survived the Great War between the Three Biblical Factions. "Why do you wish to spark conflict, once again? Now, with peace ever so close?"
"Hahaha." Naruto laughed. "That is a stupid question, my beautiful Frau Gabriel. Purpose? How funny. To put it in the simplest terms, we have no purpose. You should know this, Frau, having observed humanity from your vaunted golden thrones. You should know this, Grigori, the Watchers of Humanity. You should know this most of all, Serafall, Lucifer, as devils that revel in sin. There are certain irredeemable louts in this world for whom the means needs no end. That is to say... Ourselves. I simply... wish to start a war, because I can. I simply wish to burn this world to the ground... Because I can. "
"You're insane!" Irina Shidou shouted, aghast at how inhumane someone could be. "You people... Are insane!"
"A reincarnated angel, someone formerly from the Vatican's Exorcists speaks of insanity?" Naruto sneered. "It is your God who guarantees my insanity. If I am insane, then let me ask you this... Who exactly guarantees the sanity of the own God you worship? The God, which have permitted our existence? The stern, solemn, infinitely good being... That far too great being that insists on forcing us to confront innumerable cruel fates, as if those were the rules of this world. A being that seeks to impose his own ideals and will upon this world like a tyrant. Where is this God, I ask you? Dead? Ridiculous. Death is a human concept... Only reserved for that of mere mortals!"
At that, Irina's eyes widened in shock.
"We are the Third Reich. Do you have any idea how many people have died under my command, by my hands? The air and artillery strikes I ordered. The advances of my schwere Panzerabteilungen. The attacks by my Kriegsmarine. We're insane? As if it was something new. As if it was something we did not know. You should have told me that half a century ago... Before one of mankind's most notorious existence made his mark on history. Very well. Excellent. Then try to stop me, you self-proclaimed "sane" people. Try to kill me. Prove that you are sane, that I am evil. But unfortunately, you people are not my enemy. My sole enemy... is this world itself. Three hours. Arm yourselves. Muster your resolve. Gather your troops. In three hours, I will begin the second as well as my final wave of attack against this world. "
"A splendid declaration of war, General."
"Thank you, Scáthach. Unfortunately, it seems our time has come to an end." Waving his hand as if saying good-bye, Naruto smirked. "Farewell, Frau Gabriel, my beloved demon of envy, Serafall, as well as representatives of the Three Biblical Faction. I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield."
The image of Naruto then disappeared, dissolving into thin air, as the runes that projected his message shattered into pieces of light. "Well then, I shall be making my leave now too."
"Stop right there, Scáthach. What makes you think we will allow you to leave so easily, after brazenly interrupting our conference just like this?"
Scáthach chuckled. "Haha. That is indeed true. But it is already too late. Because..."
Raising her hands, she snapped her fingers and summoned into existence a single rune behind her. Recognizing the rune for what it was, Rossweise, immediately shouted, "Close your eyes!"
"Sowilo."
The rune glowed brightly for a single instant, before exploding into a sphere of light that enveloped the room and blinded everyone. Scáthach then left with a parting remark, "I am no longer here."
When the light died down and everyone in the conference room regained their sight, only the sight of a wrecked room greeted them.
People die like rain droplets. Every second that pass, every instant that we experience, someone, somewhere in the world dies. Even now, around 7,000 people die every hour. You would think humanity would have gotten tired of all the fighting over their "righteous" causes by now, but that could not be further from the truth.
Over the course of a millennium, I have witnessed the rise and fall of human empires, witnessed many ages end, seen many conflict between people, many dark, wicked hearts twisted by hatred. After witnessing endless wars, I have come to a single conclusion - everlasting peace is impossible to achieve. It is true that peace can be upheld and enforced... but that is only temporary. It cannot be maintained. It can never be upheld. This is because mankind is inherently selfish. Eventually, whether it was for religion, ideology, resources, land, spite, love or simply just because, for one's self-interest, mankind will encroach upon each others' territory, resulting in conflict.
They do not understand each other. They do not communicate through negotiation or talks, but instead through military force of arms. They loot, they pillage, they plunder, causing hatred, sowing hatred, which in turn, engenders more hatred... Creating an endless cycle of hatred, a never-ending chain of conflict and revenge. The eyes of men, burning with hatred. The instant when people gave into anger and lost their reason. I have witnessed this, time and time again, as history repeated itself, as humanity repeated their ancestor's actions. I have observed this with my own eyes, as rationalism failed and emotions prevailed against logic. Even after a million years, humans are still foolish creatures, still beasts lacking in reason.
It was then I realized... No matter how much human beings may modernize themselves, no matter how social norms affect themselves, humans will always remain as foolish creatures who sometimes prize feelings over reason. A human being who is overcome by hatred will continue struggling with no regard for self-interest and reason, regardless of what they may lose or gain. I saw this first in my first friend, the man who was my brother in all but blood.
It is almost fearsome, how humanity have honed the art of killing. This world is a cavalcade of efficiency in violence. From clubbing each other with cudgels, hacking each other with stone axes and iron hatchets, cutting each other with swords, shooting each other with guns, taking aim at each other with tanks, battleships, missiles, or to poisoning each other with viruses and biological toxins... There is a craving that grips each and every person, from which mankind cannot evolve away from. It is almost laughable how despite such innovations in technology, how even after a millennium, true human nature have not advanced a step beyond the Stone Age.
I have attempted numerous plans for eternal world peace, so as to satisfy the dream my former master passed down to me. I have thought to take away their weapons, remove their methods of destruction, to destroy destruction itself. But even if I were to restrict aerial weapons, they will simply turn to naval ones. Remove their battleships, they will utilize tanks, cannons, guns instead. Swords. Hatchets. Remove iron, they will take up clubs and fight once more. Destroy wood, they would then turn to their own limbs. Such is the nature of man.
I have attempted to focus mankind's hatred on a single object, on a single man, so as to unify them all against a single enemy, just like what an old friend once wanted to do. But even that did not work. With time, mankind forgot the horrors of war, the pain they felt, and engaged in conflict once again when interests clashed against each other. Alliances, friendships, bonds... Such things were too fragile to hold peace.
I have attempted to rule over humanity as a just emperor. But eventually, when I disappeared from the scenes, humanity eventually forgot the loyalty and love I have instilled in them. They took up weapons, and fought for their own selfish interests once again, plunging my empire into war.
I spent eons agonizing and pondering over the proper way to establish peace, and an innumerable amount of time seeing humanity forsake love and embrace their darkness, their hatred. I have seen that vile scene again and again and again and again and again and again and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN ANDAGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN.
... Eventually, I came to a single conclusion. And it was a very simple one.
To establish eternal and everlasting peace, I simply had to get rid of the source of conflicts.
The answer was very simple. Rewrite this world. Reset it. Return it to zero once again. To accomplish this, I simply had to get rid of all the humans.
The Holocaust was Hitler's Final Solution. He believed in eugenics, that the Jewish possessed weaker blood. But I disagree with his thinking. In my opinion, all life is equal, and all hold the same worth. To be more accurate, I find them all equally worthless. Infinitesimal and insignificant in value. Hence, I will not discriminate. I detest and despise all equally. I reject and destroy all in equal measure. I will wage one final war, one whose fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire, one so great, so merciless and bloody that it will blot out the wars before it. A tempestuous war beyond any before in the history of this world, a catastrophic war that will sweep away everything and anything. I will incite greater scorn, misunderstanding and hatred and develop it into an atrocious virus that will consume the entire world in flames, as a calamity called a devastating war.
I will return the world to the void it once was. I will pour poison and plague into the world, and extinguish all flames of hatred, all sparks of life.
This will be my own Perfect Solution.
This was obviously inspired by a certain OVA.
EDIT: It seems many of you are uncomfortable with the original idea I had, thus I edited Naruto to become an unnamed General during the war.