Deidara, still fuming with anger and frustration, had no idea of the power they had just barely escaped from. They survived against the entity that killed the God of Shinobi, the great Hashirama Senju.
Decades ago
When Zagred, the Word Soul Devil, was on the brink of death after his battle with Asta and the other Magic Knights, he used his Word Soul Magic as a last resort. Just before Asta could land the fatal blow, Zagred whispered a single word: "Escape." His body, weakened and on the verge of collapse, was pulled from the Black Clover world and transported to a new one, the Naruto world.
Disoriented and without a physical form, Zagred was forced to wander this new world as a formless entity. It was a strange place, a world that lacked the familiar structure of magic, but was rich with chakra and life force, perfect for his parasitic nature. Over the years, he began jumping from one host to another
Sometime ago he possessed a powerful rogue shinobi. This brought him face-to-face with Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, who is on a mission to investigate strange disturbances near the border of the Fire Country.
Sensing a malevolent force, Hashirama arrives to confront the possessed ninja, unaware that the being before him is far beyond anything the shinobi world has ever encountered.
Hashirama stood at the edge of a dense forest, the trees towering high above, their branches swaying gently in the wind. His brow furrowed as he sensed a dark, twisted energy emanating from the clearing ahead. There was something far more sinister than a rogue shinobi lurking nearby. The very air felt heavy, oppressive, filled with malicious intent.
Stepping into the clearing, Hashirama's eyes narrowed as he spotted the ninja, cloaked in dark mist, standing amidst the lifeless bodies of several ANBU. The shinobi's eyes glowed a demonic red, and a wicked smile stretched across his face.
"So, the famed Hashirama Senju arrives," Zagred's voice echoed, but it was unnaturally deep, laced with the devil's magical presence. "Perfect. I've been waiting to test my powers on someone... worthy."
Hashirama instantly understood the severity of the situation. This wasn't just a rogue ninja. Something far darker had taken control of this body.
"I don't know who or what you are," Hashirama called out, his voice steady, "but you've made a mistake coming here. I'll stop you before you can bring any more harm."
Zagred chuckled. "Stop me?!"
With just a word, the ground beneath Hashirama cracked, the soil tearing apart as jagged black spikes shot upward, aiming to skewer the First Hokage.
Reacting swiftly, Hashirama clapped his hands together. "Wood Release: Wooden Dome!" In an instant, thick wooden tendrils erupted from the ground, weaving into a protective dome around him. The black spikes collided with the wood, but Hashirama's defense held strong.
Zagred's eyes gleamed with amusement. "How interesting. But can your wood protect you from "obliteration?"
"Obliterate!" A wave of energy rippled forward, destroying everything in its path.
Hashirama's eyes widened at the sheer destruction. In the blink of an eye, he jumped onto the dome, weaving hand signs at lightning speed. "I can't let him rampage any further. Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!"
The ground trembled as massive wooden roots exploded from the earth, rushing toward Zagred like a tidal wave. The possessed ninja's grin widened as he raised his hand to counter.
"Disperse."
With a single word, the wood began to unravel, falling apart like dust in the wind.
"Word ..." Hashirama muttered. He could see now,this wasn't just chakra. This entity possessed an otherworldly power that could alter reality with his speech. He'd need to be cautious.
Zagred floated above the disintegrating wood with an eerie calm. "I will make this world my playground. Destruction is inevitable."
Hashirama closed his eyes briefly, centering himself. Sage Mode. His chakra surged, intertwining with nature itself.
"Then you'll have to go through me," Hashirama said, his voice calm but filled with resolve. He slammed his hands together again, this time summoning a colossal Wood Human, a towering wooden warrior that loomed over the battlefield. The giant wood human clashed its fists together and charged toward Zagred.
"Wood Human? Amusing." Zagred
"Break."
The word sent a wave of magic energy toward the Wood Human, attempting to shatter it, but Hashirama infused it with his Sage Chakra, resisting the magic's destructive force.
The Wood Human swung its enormous fist at Zagred, who quickly dodged by warping the space around him. "This body is a little slow compared to my usual self, but it will suffice." Zagred muttered. He raised his voice again, this time summoning dark tendrils of magic that lashed out at the Wood Human, wrapping around its limbs.
Hashirama frowned. This foe could counter nearly everything. He needed something stronger. With a deep breath, he called upon his greatest technique. "Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!
The ground quaked violently as the forest around them parted, revealing a titanic wooden statue with countless arms,each hand capable of delivering earth-shaking blows. The massive figure dwarfed even the Wood Human.
Zagred's eyes widened briefly before he smirked. "Now this is more like it!"
The statue's thousand hands surged forward in a storm of punches. Zagred's body flickered as he weaved between them, his Word Magic shielding him. "Nullify!"
Several of the wooden hands shattered, but there were too many. One fist connected, slamming him into the ground with enough force to create a massive crater.
For a moment, there was silence. Hashirama stood atop his wooden creation, watching the smoke settle, feeling for the demonic presence. But Zagred's laugh echoed from the depths of the crater.
"Impressive, Hashirama," Zagred said, standing from the rubble, his body barely scratched. "But let's make this a little more fun. "Reshape!"
In an instant, Zagred's body transformed, growing wings of dark magic and horns sprouting from his forehead. His possession of the ninja now fully complete, his power magnified.
"I'll enjoy breaking you."
Hashirama took a deep breath. This battle would not be easy, but he had no choice but to end it. "I won't let you destroy this world."
"I admire your strength, Hashirama," Zagred sneered. "But it's futile against my power. I'll turn your efforts to dust with a single word."
Hashirama, still in Sage Mode, felt the overwhelming malevolent energy coursing through the demonic figure before him. He wasn't facing a normal shinobi, or even a Tailed Beast. This was a being of pure malice, with power unlike anything the shinobi world had encountered.
"I've faced worse," Hashirama muttered, his hands clasping together. "I won't let you destroy everything!"
With a roar, he commanded the True Several Thousand Hands statue to attack again, the enormous wooden fists crashing toward Zagred with the force of mountains. Each punch generated shockwaves, rattling the earth, splitting the ground, and causing trees to collapse as the statue moved to crush the demon in a storm of relentless blows.
But Zagred laughed, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Shatter!"
The word echoed through the air like a death sentence. The first few fists disintegrated before they could reach him, reduced to dust in the air. One by one, the wooden hands dissolved as if they had never existed, leaving the great statue weakened.
Hashirama's eyes widened. He had never seen his Wood Release destroyed so easily. His chakra flared as he infused even more power into the statue, but Zagred's Word Magic was proving too overwhelming.
"Everything you build," Zagred mocked, "I can undo with a single word. Devour!"
With that, the dark energy surrounding Zagred morphed into grotesque, shadowy mouths that lunged forward, snapping at the wooden statue. They tore through the wood like ravenous beasts, eating away at Hashirama's creation piece by piece.
Hashirama brought his hands together once more, his resolve unwavering. "Let's see if your words can withstand this," he growled, voice thick with determination.
The ground trembled beneath his feet as colossal wooden dragons erupted from the earth, their serpentine forms twisting and coiling through the air with devastating speed. Each dragon moved with terrifying force, a hurricane of raw power aimed directly at Zagred, their sheer size threatening to crush the demon.
Zagred, still wearing that same chilling smile, uttered one word: "Stop."
In an instant, the very fabric of reality seemed to freeze. The monstrous wooden dragons halted mid-flight, suspended in time as if bound by invisible chains. Hashirama's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This is my world now," Zagred said, his voice laced with venomous amusement. "You are all but insects in the grand scheme." His eyes glinted dangerously. "Reverse."
To Hashirama's shock, the dragons began to retreat, twisting back on themselves as if time itself was flowing in reverse. They turned from weapons of war into tools of destruction aimed at their own creator, rushing toward him with the same ferocity.
For the first time in a long while, a bead of sweat dripped down Hashirama's brow. Zagred's ability to twist reality with mere words was becoming more overwhelming by the second.
Zagred's grin twisted into something more sinister. "Now, for the grand finale. Crush."
The air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of the word. The ground beneath Hashirama buckled as an invisible force pressed down on him, making it nearly impossible to move. The once proud God of Shinobi was forced to his knees as an immense pressure crushed his body from all directions.
"Guh!" Hashirama coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. His chakra flared as he struggled to fight back, but Zagred's magic was suppressing his every effort.
Zagred floated above him, his dark wings outstretched like a demon lord descending upon his prey. "You were strong, Hashirama Senju. But even gods must fall before me. Now, Consume."
The word echoed with finality. A dark wave of energy surged forward, engulfing Hashirama in an all, consuming force. The forest around them dissolved into nothingness as Zagred's magic ripped through the landscape, leaving nothing but a void where once there was life.
Hashirama screamed as the magic overwhelmed him, his body disintegrating under the weight of the spell.
And then, there was silence.
As the dust settled, Zagred stood alone amidst the emptiness, a look of triumph plastered across his face. The God of Shinobi had been annihilated, reduced to nothing by the might of the Word Soul Devil.
Zagred glanced at the lifeless landscape, his soft chuckle growing louder until it erupted into a triumphant, sinister laughter that echoed through the void.
To think this world called him a god," Zagred mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "How disappointing. But I suppose even gods are no match for true power."
As the reality of Hashirama's defeat sunk in, the world of shinobi would forever be changed by the knowledge that their strongest could be erased so easily. Word of Hashirama's death would spread, instilling fear and uncertainty. But for Zagred, this was only the beginning.
He gazed into the distance, eyes glowing with malevolent intent. "This world is ripe for chaos," he said, his voice low and predatory. "And I will enjoy every moment of it."