A Marvellous Horizon
Naruto/Marvel
Reincarnation can be a funny thing. Ideally, it would help if you didn't remember your past life but due to having the shinigami's mark upon me, I was reborn with my memories as a shinobi. While not maintaining my ability to use chakra I am considered to be what this world calls a mutant. I am N'Azzari, son of King T'Chaka. Youngest Prince of Wakanda. An omega-level mutant. All around BAMF.
The Second Son
Earth 616- Wakanda: Royal Palace Part 1
'It has been a long nine years,' A young child thought to himself as he lay on the roof partaking in his favourite thing to do to pass the time since he was forbidden from training today.
As he raised his hands to the dark sky and noted his complexion was no longer that of tan skin, as he did previously. Now he had more of darker skin, along with much more curly hair black hair, instead of his former spiky blonde hair. All in all, he looked closer to the Godaime Raikage Darui in his last life minus the white hair.
'I guess Karma owed one for my previous childhood,' the young boy thought back to a time in his previous life before he was a shinobi.
"From a Clanless orphan to the prince of a nation," The boy muttered as he closed his fist and held it in the air, giving the impression that he was holding the star he was focusing on within the palm of his hand.
"EH hem," An older voice coughed from behind where the boy lay.
The younger of the two smiled as he recognised the voice, just tilted his head back some more till he was looking at his owner of the cough.
"Brother, you always were the best at finding me."
"Well you don't make it easy now do you?" the older boy said as he looked around the rooftop before his eyes found his younger brother's gaze. "Come along now Baba has requested our presence in the hall."
"You know I hate these things."
"Yeah well take it up with Ba'mama and Shuri."
"Fine, fine meet you down there?"
"Just be safe you know both mother and baba worry when you pull your stunts."
"Alright thanks, T'Challa, see you in a bit, say hi to Ororo for me," the young boy said before kipping up from one hand and backflipping off of the edge.
"That boy is going to be the death of us all," T'Challa the teen crown prince muttered to himself as he watched his baby brother who appeared to have abnormally high control over his body often appearing to be very limber and acrobatic always climbing things and scaring our parents.
But while the crown prince was distracted, he missed disturbance in the air and even the star in the distance appeared to flicker. It was so faint that even if you were paying attention you could have missed it.
Wakanda- Royal Palace: Grand Hall
Around half an hour had passed before N'Azzari found himself dressed in a bright orange dashiki with purple highlights, along with matching bottoms. He was standing off to the side watching the proceedings quietly along his twin, as they stood in between two Dora Milaje.
"What is bothering you sis?" the former shinobi asked as he glanced over at his father and mother spoke and mingled with their noble guests.
"Nothing."
"Come on Shuri, you know you can tell me."
"You were late."
"Ahh, you're right my apologies baby sister. A cub crossed my path, so I had to take the long way around." N'azzari teased before smirking at the frown turning into a pout on his sister's face.
Shuri was about to respond before their father spoke up.
"We are here to celebrate the coming season." King T'Chaka spoke up from his throne his voice demanding respect causing the room to quiet as their leader spoke, as he directed all of the attention to the entry point of the throne room.
King T'Chaka nodded towards the Dora Milaje as they signalled for the twins to stand beside their father.
Shuri and N'Azzari nodded as they walked into the middle of the room to stand beside their brother, mother and father.
"Dear friends and family, Honoured council member we are here to celebrate their 9th summer, the first set of twins two grace our bloodline. Shuri, and N'Azzari." The king spoke with a fatherly kindness as he pointed towards his youngest children, signalling them over.
Before any more words could be spoken an explosion in the distance went off, the force sending shockwaves throughout the grand hall before they were absorbed by the Vibranium in the walls.
N'Azzari ran towards the balcony along with other people as they looked towards the source of the explosion.
"That was from Impel Down."
"Yeah, father turned into a prison to hold the most dangerous criminals in Wakanda." King T'Chaka said simply before he looked towards his general and wife. "Go and take a few of your finest to secure impel down and find the cause of this.
The queen nodded before looking towards her children, before heading towards the exit of the room flanked by half a dozen Dora Milaje.
'I got to help,' N'Azzari thought as he looked on towards the fires.
N'Azzari looked towards the adults all talking about what is going on and locked eyes briefly with his mother before he felt a new sensation.
'What the hell,' N'Azzari thought as he felt a pulling sensation in his gut.
The world around seemed to spin before darkness.
Wakanda- Impel Down
As the world around the young prince stopped spinning the former shinobi tried to analyse his surroundings.
'Alright I ain't in the Grand Hall anymore. That felt like a shunshin. Hold that thought,' the prince thought as he rushed over to the nearest tree and hurled.
As the young prince finished throwing up his stomach contents. He looked up as the smell of burning invaded his senses.
'Focus now, figure whatever that was later.' N'Azzari thought as he followed the scent of burning out of the treeline, he had found himself in.
The dark was illuminated by flame, and smoke that was the first thing N'Azzari thought as he arrived at the smouldering ruins of Impel Down. The former fort turned prison was now nothing but ash, rock and a large amount of human bodies some corpses, some alive it was hard to tell.
"Shit," the young prince cursed as he spotted a woman was pinned under some rubble. N'Azzari sprinted over to the woman, and as he reached her, he could see she just lost consciousness as he arrived.
"Shit, come on," the prince muttered as he leaned over her to check her pulse. After a few moments, he felt it. It was weak but strong enough for N'Azzari, to allow a breath to escape his form.
"Now to get rid of this thing," the prince muttered as he placed both hands underneath the large chunk of rubble that was keeping the woman pinned.
Growling as he attempted to lift or at least make the piece of wall shift slightly to a point where he could pull her out from her current position.
"Come on! Come on damn it! I could use some help here!" N'Azzari shouted and raged against the debris, but even as he was unable to make it budge and inch his muscles budged as he gave it everything he had, all the while calling for help.
"M-my Prince what is g-going on?" the formerly unconscious woman spoke up from beneath him as she recognised the young prince from her service as a former member of the Dora Milaje.
"Quiet you and save your strength." N'Azzari snapped at the woman beneath him. "I will get you out of here."
"Please my Prince you don't understand, you're in danger, this wasn't an accident."
"A problem for another time. My only concern is getting you out." The prince paused as he looked down at the woman.
"My prince please you must leave. My name is Naki I was in the Dora Milaje when you were even younger."
"Well Naki, I will get you out of here, and that is a promise of a lifetime."
'I don't care if I don't have chakra anymore,' N'Azzari thought to himself as he knew that if he had his old abilities this wouldn't have been a problem. The child prince could feel his muscles burning and in a moment of desperation he heard a voice.
'Give up.' The voice whispered barely audible.
'What was that?' the young prince thought in response.
'You should give up, you're not him, not anymore.' The voice spoke up at a louder volume.
'I may look different; I may sound different the mentality is still the same.' The former shinobi acknowledged; a familiar feeling began to occur once more as the mysterious boomed once more.
'You're weak. You have no chakra. What can you even do?'
"Chakra didn't define me. It was my choice. My will to press forward." N'Azzari responded out loud startling the pinned woman who was watching with widened eyes as her young prince was trying his damned hardest to save her.
She watched on in awe as it appeared that the very air around her prince began to distort.
'You're only human nothing more nothing less. A child, a weakling, a mistake, an abomination.'
"Yeah I'm only human, but that ain't a problem my soul still burns just as brightly in this life as it had in my last," N'Azzari responded to the voice with even more strain as the felt weight of the debris, along with the odd feeling had felt back at the grand hall.
"RAAAAAHHHH!" The prince roared as the chunk of concrete and Vibranium shattered and was blown away into the sky. The sudden lack of resistance made the youngest prince of Wakanda fall forward, over the woman and into the mud-covered ground.
The now-freed woman's eyes widened in response to the youngest member of the royal family displaying some kind of ability. As she looked over his form, she took note that he had fallen to his knees, his arms were still extended fully but instead of pushing against a slab of debris, now holding him up from face-planting into the mud. His 9-year-old body was shaking from the tension. His nose was bleeding, sweat dripping from his entire body and his form was quivering from the strain of what had just happened.
Luckily the former Dora Milaje had forgotten about what the young prince had been mumbling to himself after that display of power and with her current pain level she didn't even give it a second thought.
'Wait are those footsteps?' the woman thought to herself as she tried to call out for help but only a whisper came out.
'With any luck its someone looking for the prince,' that thought of optimism died when she saw who came out the bushes, she heard the footsteps coming from.
Several caucasian men dressed as if they were on an African safari. As soon as they spotted her, they all trailed their guns on her.
She had glanced behind her towards the young prince who still hadn't moved from his position.
"Looks like those vibrainium mining charges really did a number on that prison." One of the men bragged.
'And I can't feel my legs. Shit well I can only hope that they miss the prince.' She thought as she glared defiantly at the former prisoners.
The apparent leader of this group of outsiders walked up to the downed prison guard.
"Well it's been fun, but the boss will be taking that vibrainium now and you well you can just die like the bitch you are." The leader of this band spoke up as he drew his pistol and aimed it at the downed woman's forehead.
'To be killed by that thief of all people, pathetic. I'm sorry W'Kabi please may you grow strong like your father.'
"Filthy animal, this is for the brand."
BANG!
Smoke from the pistol wafted in the air as all the people in the present area stood completely shocked at the scene before them. The bullet that was fired had stopped moving. It had left the firearm and out of know where a small child stood, which none of the former prisoners noticed before just appeared between the crippled guard and the gun-wielding former prisoner.
"You did this." It wasn't a question. It came out of the young prince's mouth in a whisper but the tone, the cold tone shook these hardened killers to the core.
"All of this death and for what some vibrainium." The prince raised both of his hands as he let his instincts guide him. His dark brown eyes seemingly began to burn a molten amber as the gut-pulling sensation was back but no longer uncomfortable, it felt almost like a natural extension of one's self.
"Begone from my sight and may you not return in the next life," N'Azzari spoke in a tone that showed a wisdom beyond his years alive should allow, and a rage that one only seen in. those who know the horrors of war.
Before the other thieves could even pull the triggers on their weapons, to them, their collective worlds exploded in a flash of light before darkness took them.
To Naki the view before her left her gobsmacked. The armed criminals were suddenly thrown backwards and then the world shook and then the forest behind them was also completely destroyed. Exhaustion and her injuries finally took their toll as she lost consciousness once more
To N'Azzari as he raised both of his hands there appeared to be a red spark of electricity before a wave of crimson-coloured energy surged from his form. With all power and no control, the criminals were hit full force and those murders were turned to paste before they even left the ground. The ground cracked, trees bent and broke, underneath his new power.
The prince stood there with tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about the people, his people who had died at the hands of these criminals.
After a few moments' lights shone down from the sky signalling to the prince that they had been found.
'Mother, finally.' He thought as a small smile to grace his features as he let the tears flow. The young prince's eyes rolled backwards as he fell backwards missing the cry of his mother shouting his name.
What the current prince did not realise was that tapping into his latent ability has drawn the attention of several parties.
USA: Westchester New York
A wheelchair-bound man was currently sitting in his mansion's basement searching the United States for any emerging mutants when an enormous signature appeared on the system. The raw power could be felt halfway across the world. Like a moth to a flame, the man focused on this new signature and found a powerful mutant signature in the heart of the African nation of Wakanda.
'Such power, is he like Jean?"
United Kingdom: Muir Island
A young teen could be found snickering to himself, all the while tears flowed from his eyes down his face.
"Shut up. Shut up! Shut up!" The teen snapped at seemingly no one.
'They are a threat to us, they must die!" all of the voices in heads in unison cried out.
"Shut up!" the teen hollered back before emphasising his point by ramming his head into a wall repeatedly hard enough to break the skin.
Gas started to flow into the room he was occupying, and a small smile came over his face.
As his consciousness began to leave him, he looked towards the camera monitoring him.
"Finally, some quiet." The teen whispered as he slumped over.
Savage Lands:
Alarms were blaring within a floating pyramid-like structure disturbing two being's discussion. The larger of the two focused on a point of the room he had felt the disturbance.
Rushing into the room the meeting was being held, four small humanoids came to a stop in front of the largest person in the room.
"My lord are we being invaded?" one of the four spoke up.
"Hmm, no I don't believe we are being invaded." A deep voice announced as he stepped into the light revealing his form.
"Then why the alarms, Lord Apocalypse?"
"A powerful mutant has just awoken." Apocalypse said before pausing and looking towards his ally who had already made his way to the main computer to study what set off the alarm. "Any news Sinister?"
"One second almost got it," Sinister responded just before bringing up onto the main monitor right before the alarms were set off.
All eyes turned to the screen and witnessed a young child appear inside their base for half a second before vanishing.
"A very powerful mutant has been born I believe. Sinister you will find out where and who this child is."
"Yes, my Lord."
Austria: Salzburg
A woman who was walking home from the local supermarket, as she arrived at her front door, heard a scream from inside the small two-bedroom flat. Dropping the full shopping bags, she booted the front door down and in her panic lost control of her transformation. Milky white skin turned almost scaly blue. Brunette hair and blue eyes became red and yellow. The woman now in her true form ran into the living room, where she found her friend on her knees with eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"Irene?" the blue-skinned redhead shouted as she slid into the living room grabbing a hold of her friend by the shoulders to try and snap her out of her episode.
Four people stood on what appeared to be a wasteland littered with destroyed metallic shells, and various humanoid corpses. The four stood together wielding powers at an almost godlike level of control. Reality itself was bent and warped to ones will, Space was torn asunder by the will of another. Cosmic flames sprung forth the back of another, spreading across the ground and devouring all it touched, oceans boiling and thunderstorms and hurricanes that shall leave nought in their wake. When motion decays, every being in that world shall know death.
"The Four Sovereigns will hold dominion over the foundations of the universe."
"What kind of vision are you having Irene?" her friend questioned.
"Through trials of blood and fire, they shall be forged from Homo Superior to Homo Supreme."
"What the hell?" her friend muttered in fear of the last line as Irene's blind eyes rolled forward back to normal before collapsing in a heap.
"They shall rise together, through their power they must unite us, through them we gain the power to stand, for if we are divided, we shall fall."
"Well shit."
Wakanda: Birnin Zana Hospital Royal Suite
DRIP DRIP DRIP
'What is that noise and why won't it let me sleep for Bast's sake.' N'Azzari thought to himself as he began to open his eyes only to notice something was off.
The sky as far as the eye could see littered with shining stars shimmering and burning with brightness that seemed almost unnatural—no sense of civilisation for as far as eyes could see.
'Did I die again?' the former shinobi thought as he tried to remember anything before, he awoke in this place.
The current Prince cautiously felt for his limbs and other extremities making sure he could move and feel everything from his arms to his toes as he swung his legs off of the bed.
"So not dead then I can feel the soil between my feet," the prince spoke aloud as he glanced over to a large tree that seemed to have several large black panthers lounging around glancing towards him.
As the prince rose from his bed, he stretched his limbs to a point where he felt multiple relieved pops. Spotting a mountain in the far distance his eyes lingered a moment longer before scanning the rest of his surroundings noting that the purple-tinted sky looked incredibly like the Wakandan Ancestral Plane he was told as a child. The prince's vision ends on a tree in the distance
His brain tried to tell his body that he should fear these predators, his logic and reason told him he should run or cower at their sheer power before realisation set in and the former shinobi caught on.
'This is the ancestral plane so either I'm dead or I ate the herb? But why would I? What happened?" N'Azarri thought to himself as he noted a panther leap from the tree in the distance, into the waist-high grass.
"Shit, this is so troublesome," the former shinobi coined a common phrase from his previous right hand and his successor.
A few more moments passed and the grass at the edge of the clearing the young prince had been standing in became disturbed as a large black panther stalked out towards the former shinobi, its eyes oozing ancient wisdom and restrained power. The panther's fur began to shift the night sky coloured fur began to drain away like rain washing away undried paint, til all that was left was a black panther with white fur and purple eyes.
'It's getting bigger,' N'Azzarri thought as he took a familiar stance just in case of an attack, as the Panther now stood at the size of a small elephant.
The large beast stopped short two feet in front of the prince and looked down upon the small child.
"Hmm, the Child of Prophecy," An ancient voice bore its way into the prince's head.
'What the fuck is going on,' the prince thought as his eyes widened at hearing that old title.
"I wonder with your power and my blessing will you become The Exalted One, the being who stands above all else throughout the heavens and upon the Earth."
"What?" N'Azzari spoke up starting to get used to a new voice in his head. 'Is it me or does he look kinda smug?'
"Begone and awaken young mutant," the panther roared.
'What did he just call me?" N'Azzari's eyes widened as he was blasted away from the ancestral plane
Wakanda: Birnin Zana Hospital Royal Suite (Actually)
"GAHHH!" N'Azzari shot up from a cot of some kind covered in dirt and earth.
"Brother/My Son/Little Guy!" three voices shouted in relief as two of those original shouters dozed onto the young man in an attempt to hold him tightly, but before they could reach, they were stopped in their tracks.
"Erm so kinda not sure what's going on? But I think I just visited the ancestral plane, what happened to the woman with me, and am I a mutant?" N'Azzari spoke up ignoring his sister and mother's concern locking eyes with his father and firing off rapid-fire questions before taking a breath.
"Son, we have much to discuss," The King spoke up his tone conveying the seriousness of the situation.
Few Hours Later
It was late but the young prince couldn't sleep his mind restless from his spirit world trip to his discussion with his doctor, His discussion with his parents, what his sister did, Ororo missing and everything in between.
"Screw this," N'Azzari hopped out of his cot before heading towards the bathroom.
As he entered the irritable young man glanced around the bathroom, marvelling at the sheer size of the room.
'I'm pretty sure this is an en-suite, how the fuck is an en-suite bigger than my old home back in Konoha as a kid,' the former shinobi quickly shook off his and quickly disrobed before hopping in the shower.
As the running water began to fall and hit the top of the prince's head memories began to flow.
Flashback Start
"So, let me get this straight, I've been unconscious for two weeks, and during that time someone" The prince's eye shifted to his twin who was looking in every other direction than his. 'Interesting,' "Injected me with the heart-shaped herb mixture, which would explain the ancestral psychic trip and waking up covered in soil." N'Azzari took a breath as he glanced down at his arm and flexed his biceps.
"I do feel stronger than before a lot stronger."
"We believe your powers left a unique and powerful strain on your mind and the heart-shaped herb has allowed your body to process and heal any damage from your unique powers," the doctor spoke up after glancing at his chart.
"But I'm not the Panther, that is the old man is?" N'Azzari stated letting some of his old persona through.
"While I'm still the Black Panther, you are correct," the King said as he stepped forward.
"The heart-shaped herb has bonded with you at a molecular level and is resisting being flushed out of the system." The doctor spoke once more as a nurse just handed him a tablet. "According to this, between yourself and the herb you were designed to sync with it perfectly. Whether this is your blood or powers we may never know."
The youngest prince in the room shifted his body to cross his legs on the cot that he was on.
'I'm guessing training begins as soon as I'm out of here?'
"Your training regime will be increased you will be sparring with myself and the Dora Milaje whilst also learning to harness this power." King T'Chaka spoke with an authority his youngest children were not used to seeing.
"I was planning on up my training anyway," N'Azzari muttered before his eyes began to flicker amber as he began to tap into his powers "So what else do you want to tell me?" the young prince asked with a raised eyebrow.
"One got away, the criminal leader Claw. He kidnapped Ororo and we lost track of them in the jungle by the river border."
T'Challa clenched his jaw and tightened up his fist in anger, as an angry scowl appeared on his face.
Suddenly the room began to shake, a pressure fell upon all who were present. The Dora Milaje in the room, the doctors and the royal family looked towards the youngest prince.
'Breathe, just breathe it's okay to breath,' Shuri thought to herself as she was shaking and sweating as she stared into the molten amber light emitting from her twin's eyes.
The room continued to shake and tremor before the former shinobi snapped out of his temper tantrum.
'Oh, emotional triggers, that's good to know,' N'Azzari thought as he glanced across the room everyone apart from his father in slouching positions standing there with wide eyes and sweating buckets.
"I forgot myself, my apologies when will the retrieval squad be returning and whereabouts are they now?" The young prince spoke coldly as his eyes dimmed but still maintained the molten amber look.
The question was asked.
"My son, it has been two weeks, we have withdrawn our main retrieval parties, young Ororo and the criminal were tracked to a cliff that leads to a ravine deep within the jungle." The queen spoke up as she regained her posture.
"And the trail goes cold because that ravine has a unique natural forming set of tunnels that could lead anywhere. I know the history lesson." N'Azzari spoke up as he cracked his neck making an audible pop. "I don't see why the squad gave up from there." The prince turned his narrowed gaze to the general and the remaining Dora Milaje.
"So-" Queen Ramonda went to speak before being cut off.
"Son! I called off the retrieval squad to aid in restoring security to the remaining escaped inmates of Impel Down." The king spoke with authority no longer was he speaking to his son but to his loyal subject. He stared down at his son not appreciating the tone of voice that was coming out of his youngest son.
The youngest person in the room matched his father's stare, subconsciously it became a battle of wills, a panther king and a mere cub with the scent of destiny wafting off of its fur. This lasted a few seconds before the prince broke eye contact first.
'Tch, fine I'll drop it for now,' the prince thought to himself as there was much to do before he could go and find his friend himself.
Flashback End
Reaching for the control panel the reincarnated prince paused for just a second.
'I will find you and get you back home safely Ororo, this I swear.' N'Azzari thought as his hand swiped over the panel turning the water off.
After stepping out of the shower and now fully awakened after his time in the bathroom.
'It's not chakra but whatever it is powerful,' N'Azzari thought as he raised his arm and formed his hand into a familiar shape. Focusing on his palm he noticed slight distortions in the air itself.
"Interesting, now what," the prince spoke aloud as he tried to move the distortions. At first, there was nothing, then came the ripples. The ripples began to twist and churn, sparks of blue energy began to spark, and with each twist, a blue bolt of energy lashed out with wild abandon.
'Focus!' N'Azzari demanded of himself as distorted energy began lashing out with uncontrollable abandon.
A bolt of energy lashed at the wall, in front of the prince.
"Oh no you don't!" the prince added his right hand on top of his left in a familiar position. His hand was slightly above the swirling energy in his palm trying to force this wild power under his control, taking the fundamentals of the Rasengan.
"Rotation," N'Azzari spoke as he was remembering the steps for his signature attack. "Now power." The young prince muttered with sweat dripping from his brow as he added power to mix trying to mould what this energy was into an orb-like shape.
The orb appeared to stabilise in the young prince's hand.
'By the ancestral plane, it worked.' The young prince thought to himself as he stared at the orb in his palm as it began to glow brighter.
'Wait you shouldn't be glowing,' N'Azzari thought before his eyes widened.
"Oh sh!" N'Azzari shouted before the orb shone brightly before collapsing its shape and blasting deep into the room wall heavily denting it before falling onto the floor below.
Various hospital staff and Dore Milaje quickly burst through the suite door.
"Note to self new powers are not chakra, got it." N'Azzari groaned to himself as he began picking himself up off the ground.
"My Prince?" the Captain of the Dora stationed to guard the youngest prince.
"Even with my enhanced physiology, I felt that. So that either means my durability was less than my old mans or my potential attack power with my powers was just that high. I wonder which one?" the prince kept mumbling as he stood up and began stretching his limbs. It wasn't until a few moments had passed before the youngest member of the royal house noted that his room had been filled with security, doctors and nurses.
"My bad captain," N'Azzari spoke as he smiled sheepishly before heading back towards the medical cot. "I think we might need a lot more space tomorrow for training," he said with a small guiltily grin, that would give the impression that training may involve a lot of property damage.
5 Years Later
Sitting in a Wakandan stealth craft was the second son as he began running through a series of switches powering up the ship.
"Come on Shuri cover for me I'll owe you one. I'll even bring you back a souvenir."
"Alright fine but I want a cool souvenir, and where are you going?"
'Good girl, collecting insurance just in case.' N'Azzari thought as pride swelled up in his chest as shinobi lesson number 13 was always covering your back.
"Ahh, I see my lessons are starting to stick, baby sister." The prince teased and laughed. "I'm heading to a genetics conference in America, New York."
Shuri's eyes narrowed at the baby sister's comment before widening in slight fear at the sound of New York, as she felt great worry for her twin.
"You know what the security reports say, about the enhanced people, and anti-mutant groups, the city is being invaded every other day." Shuri ranted off with worried undertone filling her voice.
"Don't worry baby sis, I am the strongest," N'Azzari smirked, leaned back in his chair and pointed at himself. "And besides it is being hosted by Hank McCoy and Charles Xavier will be speaking."
"That explains it." Shuri muttered 'Ever since we found out about his mutation N'Azzari has dedicated his time outside of training to study and understand genetics.'
"Thanks for the cover sister, I owe ya one."
"Damn right, you do. Lowering the section 9 of the shield wall you got 15 seconds to get there." Shuri said before cutting the transmission.
"Alright let's go!" The prince shouted as he raised the throttle and the stealth craft shot out from its bay.
'Cloaking device activated,' the former shinobi thought to himself as his ship began to blend in with its surroundings as the prince piloted his way to his opening.
THE END
What do you think Naruto's reincarnation story is not the most original but have never seen one of him being reborn.
This fic is gonna have certain arcs from the shows, comics and films along with original spice thrown into the mix.
What do y'all think? do we like it?
Do we know what kind of powers our MC has?