Chapter 1

"I guess this is the end, huh, Naruto?" Sakura Haruno, ex-wife of Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto's second wife, asks as she watches him get dressed.

"For now, yes." He responds, before turning to her and Hinata, his first wife, who is currently asleep. "I won't be gone long, a millennia or two at most." He says, pulling her in for a hug and placing one last kiss on Hinata's forehead. "I just can't stand this endless cycle anymore, it's gotten monotonous and boring. You two reincarnate, I fuck around while awaiting your return, your reincarnations die after a hundred years or so and you return to me with new bodies, we stay together for another hundred or so years before you're forced to reincarnate, and repeat. Don't get me wrong, it always brightens up my day whenever you return to me, and it's always fun to figure out all the ways to make your new bodies tick, but I need something NEW to happen to me, something stimulating, and nothing of the sort has happened ever since humanity forgot about me a thousand years ago and I became trapped here in heaven with nothing but dead mortals and the other gods. I just… I just can't take it anymore." He rants, starting to break down at the end.

Sakura smiles gently and places her hand on his cheek. "Don't worry, Naruto. Hinata and I both understand why you're leaving. You're the god of change and perversion, and up here in heaven both of those are rare. Don't worry about returning to us, we're on our last reincarnations anyway." She says sadly, causing Naruto's eyes to widen.

"But… but you should still have at least 300 left before your souls get destroyed, what do you mean you're on your last ones!?"

Sakura sighs, brushing her bright-blue hair off of her face. "We did, but the recent boom in the earth's population and the resulting increase of required souls for each new generation means that they've had to cut down on the amount of times a soul can be allowed to reincarnate before it's destroyed and the pieces are used to make new souls. What Shinigami-sama told me when I died wad that me and Hinata were technically supposed to be destroyed this time, since we've far surpassed the current max number of reincarnations allowed, and the only reason that we weren't was because he respects you enough to give you one last chance to say goodbye. Basically, even if you weren't leaving, we would never see each other again after reincarnation day tomorrow. This is goodbye, Naruto. For good this time." She explains, tears flowing down her face and a forced smile on her face.

Naruto engulfs her in a tight hug, crying right alongside her. Eventually, Hinata wakes up, and joins in after quickly realizing what they're crying about.

Naruto, having decided to put off his departure for another day, watches as Hinata and Sakura disappear, reincarnating one last time.

"I'll never forget you, either of you." Naruto vows, using his divine powers to tattoo images of them in their original bodies on his shoulders, Hinata on his right and Sakura on his left.

He then turns to face his palace one final time with a smile on his face, remembering all of the fond memories that he shared with Hinata and Sakura within it's walls. "And you, are coming with me." He says, channeling the divine power of Change in order to shrink it and place it within a snow globe, with blue and pink glitter rather than faux snow, signifying the dark blue hair Hinata had in her original body, and the pink hair that Sakura had.

"Alright, time to go." He says, before forcing a hole to open into the interdimensional void and stepping into it, allowing the hole to close behind him. "I could search the multiverse for an interesting universe, but that'd be no fun." He says to himself. "Instead, let's do this."

Upon saying this, Naruto suppresses his divine power, which had been preventing the void from forcefully spitting him out into a random universe prior to him doing that, causing the void to warp and twist, before another hole opens and he's spit out of the void and into a forest, where he sees a green-haired girl, no older than 10 or 11, staring at him in shock and amazement.

"Woah! Was that your quirk!?" She asks excitedly, pulling a notebook and pencil out of nowhere.

"… The fuck's a quirk?"