7 Years after the Uchiha Massacre . The day after the Jinchuriki graduated the Academy.

The highest ranking was obviously, "Kage", but just under them were "Sages", followed by "Jonin Captains", "Jonin Commander", "Jonin Lieutenants", and finally / simply "Jonin". The Chunin, serving under them, had similar status to the Jonin. With Genin being the lowest rank. Although it's possible to skip over such positions.

Once a Genin reaches Chunin, they can choose which department to specialize in. Be it the Medical Nin, The ANBU, continue as field work Shinobi, or a few dozen other departments. All divided into further specializations through "Divisions".

Seal masters used to be part of these Shinobi departments, until the Wizards started teaching the various "magical crafts", in a public Academy... that had caused a stir. But a compromise with the Wizards, before approval of their school was given, made sure potentially dangerous crafts, were still exclusively taught to Chunin.

The Supers got approval to open up their own "Titans Academy" to teach Chunin how to be "Superheroes". It was essentially a new Police Academy. To make law enforcement not the duties of any one clan. A necessity after the Uchiha massacre.

Titans Academy, Still insisted on Chunin having a mentor, and continued to give them field work missions... but there was also a physical school, near Hokage mountain, near where the Hall of Justice had been moved... and not far from Hokage Tower.

Within this Academy, Chunin studied the more advanced Sciences, Detective Work, a whole 7 year course on Ethics, Diplomacy, Non-lethal Combat, and whatever superpowers they train with.

The leaders of "The Council of Heroes" were ranked as "Shinobi Sages". While the other original heroes, of each Division, ranged between different "Jonin" levels.

There was the "Bat Division", the "Supers Division", "The Flashers", and several hundred other divisions. Where every group of heroes was organized by power set... and given the original's symbol to wear as their badge.

Just Before the approval of Titans Academy, The Goblins were trusted to reverse engineer the Omnitrix-like watches, every hero wore... along with each Hero Division's powers.

From there, the Goblins designed 3 artifacts, one unique to each Division.

A new, and even improved, version of the watch was created. Which mimicked the super-powers of their division, along with giving them armors to survive in various environments.

Each member was also given a "Subspace Belt", that could store and retrieve items in the wearers own personal pocket dimension. In addition to offering a rechargeable shield, and levitation capabilities.

The final artifact was a tiny mask, like Robin's and other heroes. Which had a magical Perception filter on it. To conceal the wearers identity. They could even trick cameras, computers, and voice analyzers. They couldn't even be identified through their DNA, nor finger prints. As, while wearing this mask, they left behind neither. Not even through their blood.

The heroes may have accepted small clans of their own... but these watches and belts were only made for true Superheroes... but go to any Chunin in their division.

Lily smiled, as she traced Wally's wrinkle-less face, as he slept... before Snape found a way to graft magic onto Metahumans... she had been scared.

Wally had been aging faster then herself... to the point some people mistook him for her father. Wizards stop aging, once they reach their Prime, and don't start aging again til they turn a hundred... and even then, they age slower then non magicals.

Other magical beings have similar lifespans... even these Shinobi kept this universal aging standard. The only beings that didn't... had true eternal youth.

Lily... had tragically accepted why her father was worried about her, dating a metahuman... Wally would have died long before herself... over 200 years before herself.

But now, Wally had been restored to his prime... although his ginger hair still had a charming amount of pepper to it... the magic didn't just extend his life expectancy... but restored his youth...

She wouldn't have to watch him die... he'd be able to live a full life, beside her.

Wally groaned, as he hesitantly placed a hand on her own. "That trickles," he spluttered, sleepily.

Lily smirked evil, and all too soon, Wally was laughing, as she attacked his most ticklish spots.

Later that Day .

Looking over, Wally groaned, seeing his young apprentice was staring at Frieza again.

They were handling a simple C Rank mission, for an Arcosian Branch Family. Just to give the kid some experience with Detective work. As the Arcosian stores had recently had a problem with shoplifters, and wanted the heroes to track down their goods.

The Arcosian sold "Capsules", which were pieces of techno magic that sealed objects inside. Like scrolls, but easier to carry... and could actually store an entire house inside.

All Pod Born Clans were uploaded with a specific trade in mind. So that they could not only help their village... but so they could make enough money to support themselves.

They technically had access to all public knowledge, even in all magical crafts, and approved technologies. As it was uploaded into their heads. But were also programmed to want to fulfill a specific trade, as part of their cultural norms.

That's the reason the Hutts didn't know what to do with themselves, without access to drugs production.

Magical crafts were popular trades, the other clans requested. But their were also farming clans, and business minded merchants, factory manufacturing, and all other roles a village could need... even artistic clans, though mostly for marketing, or comic book creation.

The newest Kid Flash, wasn't actually part of the Flash clan, but had been trusted with a Speed Force Omni-Hero Watch. The girl was actually a member of the Inuzuka Clan. So little Hana was indeed a handful.

"Stop staring," Flash whispered at his apprentice.

Kid Flash just frowned at her mentor. "But... it's Frieza." She had grown up with the media of Flash's time period. Hell manga was one of the few things that were unaltered.

"How many times does it need to be explained to you." The Flash's voice got harder... but no louder. "He's NOT actually Frieza. None of the pod borns are. They just look like them. The 'real' Frieza may be a bastard, but he's also a fiction. Our Frieza, is a respectable leader of a branch family."

"But... Frieza... why would they make Frieza!?" the girl demanded to know. After all, Frieza, in the manga, was a downright evil bastard.

"All they did, was program the cloning machine with all physical traits, of each fictional race. Since they couldn't look human, and the Scientist didn't have time to make unique species, they based the clans on fictional alien races.

"The machine randomized these features 21 thousand times. So there were bound to be repeats. Our village just kept the Repeats that looked like the canon characters. Then separated them into branch families, based on repeat appearances.

"Lord Frieza, over there, is just called that, to acknowledge his rulership over the Frieza branch family, of the Arcosian Clan. His full name is, Yuki Arcosian-Frieza.

"But... Frieza..." Hana gulped.

"Yes Frieza, there are 71 individuals, in his branch family, that look exactly like him, so I suggest you get over it."

"I'm actually with the kid on this one!" Lord Frieza called, from his place across the room. His ear nubs giving him a greater sense of hearing.

Lord Frieza sighed. Then calmly walked over to the heroes, as he complained. "I don't particularly enjoy having the face of a genocidal / mass murderer. My clansmen agree with me. We've all complained about it often enough. It's why many, in my clan, have chosen to permanently alter their features with face tattoos."

Flash blushed, "I thought you just did that to tell each other apart?"

Lord Frieza huffed. "That's what chakra signatures are for." Even as a clone race, their souls were unique. So their Chakra Signatures were distinct enough to be unrecognizable to anyone else.

"Honestly," The Lord exclaimed. "You would think the cloners would have put more effort into making sure 'canon' characters weren't born. It was bad enough their laziness had them turning to fictional races for clans. At the very least, they could have added a few extra features and colorful patterns into our DNA. My face shouldn't have happened once, let alone 71 times!"

Flash sighed, before bowing. "My Apologies, I-"

"Not your fault," Lord Frieza interrupted. "I don't even blame the scientists really. The easiest person to blame would be the Hokage, as he's the one who ordered the clones grown as quickly as possible... but even he was acting under the duress of the situation...

"and our mass production did help the cloners learn how to artificially age more human looking clones, although a bit late to do much with that knowledge."

Flash sighed, not knowing what to say.

The clones were made using Minato's DNA, biochemical programming, artificial aging, and various techniques to give each clan a bloodline trait, that mimicked Superpowers through Chakra. It really had been a rush job...

Some of the clones, even woke up, before they were fully aged to adulthood. The youngest dying as undeveloped fetuses. But thankfully, many had at least developed toddler bodies... some were even teenagers.

Unlike Superboy, they would now mature the normal way. As the tank they were in, simply sped up their growth rate, causing physical mutations, which the scientists could loosely guide. The mutations were the cost of doing so safely...

Unfortunately, their mutations made it so they couldn't reproduce the traditional way. As many appeared too inhuman. So the scientist, getting the idea from a videogame of all things, made it so all the cloned clans could meld their Chakra with a partner, which triggered them to asexually produce an egg, and "Fertilize" it with their partners Chakra.

They still had all the parts for sex, with their anus actually bing a birth canal, to lay the egg... while all chemicals and minerals they can't absorb, from food, being used to fuel their Chakra pathways. With half of the clones having boobs and hour glass bodies... and all of them having a penis.

Even the anus was filled with nerve Clusters, to make sex more pleasurable... and even laying their eggs felt far more stimulating then traditional human births. While they gained unnecessary nutrients from sperm, they weren't actually built to reproduce using it.

Sex was purely for pleasure... with a vastly different reproductive system.

But these were truthfully superficial changes, as their DNA was still recognized as human... despite their children looking and reproducing like themselves.

Each cloned clan was, technically, classified as it's own human subspecies.

"Gives new meaning to, 'they all look alike'." Jiraiya smirked, as Minato went over the ANBU's latest report, on how the pod borns were adjusting... in the other villages.

"Regardless of how you intended that... it's still racist," Minato informed.

"I imagine so," Jiraiya smirked. Showing himself unrepentant. "Still true though. There are between 200 to 500 combinations per species. And they all repeat at least a few dozen times. I guess that's just a given, when you mass produce clones... how does it feel, to be a daddy, 42 million times over?"

Minato sighed, looking at the reports. "I feel responsible for them, despite them being programmed to not care about me... I'm glad we were able to keep the 'canons', due to the other villages negative reactions to them... but still... they think of me as 'Hokage'... nothing more."

Jiraiya frowned, realizing he shouldn't have teased his former apprentice about this. It clearly weighed on him... just as turning his son into a Jinchuriki, weighed on him. He was the Hokage... he had to put the village above all else. It's the very reason Jiraiya didn't think he could handle the position.

"You're children are all happy and healthy," Jiraiya assured. "Some of them, occasionally, have expressed regret over not having a childhood... and because of that, they value their children, and make parents worthy of your bloodline."

Minato chuckled, "Doesn't hurt the Cloners, programmed them with all information they could find, on 'child rearing' and 'child psychology'."

"That's clearly second to your genetic superiority," Jiraiya smiled. "You're a good dad, Minato. You're even looking after, all 50 million of your children."

Minato's eyes stayed on the files. Silently reading all he could... these reports... were as close as he'd get, to most of his kids... he'd do what he could, for all of them.

Pod Borns were literally born with a deep love of their village, even if they would never attack Konoha, they were not instinctively loyal to The Hidden Leaf, as they were their own village.

Regardless, Minato had his spy network, constantly watching the clans the Supers brought into being. Making sure they were being treated right... so far, they were even treated with respect.

The trades, the clans instinctively wanted to perform, were of great help to making that possible. As the clans contributed a lot to their villages.

Minato picked up a picture, of Krogan children playing.

The children had on war paint... but on closer inspection, they were actually clan style tattoos.

Minato already knew, seal masters painlessly placed different symbols, in similar patterns, all over new borns. So civilians could tell apart, members from the same branch family.

Only the heads of the branch families, and the main house themself, were unmarked.

From there, the clans further tattooed themselves, for their every accomplishment. It was a universal tradition... that the cloners confessed... they intended exactly that.

It was frightening, all the behaviors the Cloners could make instinctual... and Minato even got reports from his ANBU, they were capable of mental programming that could rob someone of all free will, through simple trigger words.

Although the ANBU insisted the Cloners were equally terrified of such power. With all evidence showing they refrained from inflicting, such intense levels of programming, against their creations.

Cultural norms could he ignored, even if the majority found purpose in it, plenty of the pod borns went into other fields, to show it wasn't a true behavioral trigger.

Meanwhile, within the Clan District .

Harry sat at one of the park tables, in between the Estates. Admiring the view of the village, Hokage Mountain, and the modified Walmart below... as he calmly played a game of wizard's chess... with a god.

"You didn't exactly keep your head down," Hades smiled, as his shadows floated just above the chair. His blue skin, and blue flames for hair, barely turned an eye. He truly loved his mortal world. It was soooo interesting, when even he was thought mundane. "As you assured me you would." Hades noted, his voice sympathetic... though slightly teasing.

Harry sighed, clearly disappointed he was letting himself be used, as a weapon for the government. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

Hades chuckled, "I did warn you. When you have our level of power, mortals often feel compelled to abuse it. No harm in falling down a well traveled Rabbit Hole. I never expected you to do nothing with the gifts I've given you.

"I'm actually surprised you haven't gone further. Last mortal, in your position, went mad with power... killed tens of thousands of people, meticulously choosing who should die, based on their own values.

"While you," Hades Chuckled. "You haven't even cracked open that Death Note I gave you. Not even to destroy Kiri, nor Madera, nor Danzo... you've resisted the temptation. And are determined to let them all die according to fate's design... I must say, I'm impressed."

Harry gave a light smile, as Hades took one of his pawns. Secretly grateful he had the forethought, to set up a privacy charm.

"But Harry," Hades sighed. "I'm afraid that's just going from one extreme to another. I sent out the Hallows, to find someone worthy to become the next Mortal wielder, of the Death Note. Death is a natural part of life... and there are currently too many lifeforms on this world... too many people, who should have died, and too many people, who should never have been born. if that doesn't change soon..."

Harry gulped... "I... I can't... I know I need to, I can feel how unbalance the Cosmos is... but actually deciding who lives and who dies..."

"It's too late for that," Hades eyed the boy.

Harry stiffened. "What do..." he trailed off, not wanting to know.

Hades informed, "The gods have decided, since you won't do your job, and the world is too out of sorts for it to make a difference at this point... you must choose 3 Hidden villages, or an entire country, to suffer a natural disaster... that will wipe out most of the population."

Harry froze, unable to think.

"We've had to do this a few times actually. Noah, Atlantis, Los Angeles, a few others."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry whispered.

"I am DEATH, Harry." Hades sighed, "I might not be the monster mortals fear, but I am a living Cosmic force. A rule of the universe... and fact is, this is a lesson to you. One, I to, had to endure when I was in your position.

"You've suspected I've been grooming you for my throne. Truth is, this is my world. I'm grooming you to one day take your own. If you don't want the destroyer gods, to completely snuff out your world. You'll need to learn to limit your population, to something the planet can actually support."

"Cerebro..." Harry whispered.

"That was done, because my last apprentice refused to choose. So the destroyer gods decided to snuff his entire species out of existence. I actually had nothing to do with that... but my world still hasn't fully recovered, ten thousand years later.

"Please Harry, you have to decide."

Harry gulped, "Why me?"

"The Destroyers are big on 'tough love'. This is there version of a spanking. Divine punishment for not doing your chores.

"If you don't choose... then Konoha, The Demon lands, and Suna will be destroyed. Those are the most problematic to the Timeline... and Harry, that's the gods being merciful. Normally they would just nuke the world, and force me to start from scratch."

Harry was breathing heavily.

"You have to choose, Harry," Hades insisted. "Who will die?"

"I... I can't..." Harry gulped.

"Then Konoha will-"

"Kiri!" Harry suddenly yelled. The first, genuinely evil, village he could think of.

"And the others," Hades pushed.

"ALL OF KIRI, THE ENTIRE WAVE COUNTRY!!!" Harry yelled, panicked. "Please, just don't hurt Konoha!" He begged.

Hades nodded, "It is done... Kiri is now mere days away from being hit by a meteorite... if you go back on your word, if you try to save them... all the world will burned."

Tears started falling down Harry's face, as he collapsed on the table. The chess pieces scattering, and complaining. It wasn't enough he had to doom a country... but had to endure the knowledge, he had the time to save them... but wasn't allowed to... or the whole world would suffer.

At Hades gentle hand, running through the boy's hair, Harry yelled, "I'll never forgive you for this!!!"

"Yes, you will," Hades promised. "Just as I forgave my own mentor, when he did this to me... don't get me wrong, it took several thousand years... but I promise you, the pain of this will dull... and then you'll weep when you're forced to put your own apprentice under a similar lesson."

Harry hesitantly looked up, and saw Hades really was misty eyed.

"I'll never put anyone through this," Harry insisted, though felt his determination waining.

"You think I didn't say something similar," Hades sighed... suddenly looking so very old... he was older then the Earth, and in that moment, Harry saw all his billions of years.

Harry's stomach was in knots, but reminded himself he couldn't forgive his mentor... not for forcing him to literally choose which country died... all those people. Harry clung to that. Not letting his naturally forgiving heart cave to the Shinigami.

"This is a hard lesson Harry," Hades spoke strangely seriously. "And not just for you. All the greatest Shinigami had to learn it... Including me... and we both know how awesome I am," He gave a weak smile. Then grew more grave. "Death is a natural part of life, we must fulfill our duty... i need you to start writing in your Death Note... the Destroyers won't stop at one country, if you neglect your duty again."