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I'm Demon Knight, pleasure to make your acquaintance.

We have a long road ahead so fasten those seat belts people cause it gonna be a good bumpy ride!

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A stroke here, a stroke there—Naruto gently added the finishing touches to a seal he had been meaning to perfect for a good two to three years now.

Each line was drawn with the care of a seasoned artist, though his canvas was not one of paint but of chakra-infused ink. This seal was his future, his pathway to a world where he might find the inner peace that eluded him here.

It had been nine years since the conclusion of the Fourth Great Ninja War, a time marked by both triumph and profound loss.

At twenty-six, Naruto had achieved more than most could dream of—bringing about a peace that the Elemental Nations had longed for, a peace many had died trying to secure.

Yet, despite this monumental achievement, he felt an emptiness inside, a void that his current life couldn't fill. Naruto yearned for a fresh start, for a life removed from the expectations and the glory that had been thrust upon him.

This yearning had only begun to take root after the tragic events that transpired on the moon, where he battled and defeated Toneri Ōtsutsuki but failed to save Hinata.

Her loss had shattered something fundamental within him. The relentless drive to become Hokage, which had once fueled every action, now seemed pointless. How could he lead when he had failed to protect the one person who had seen him for who he truly was?

Hinata had accepted him unconditionally, unlike everyone else who had required him to prove his worth time and time again. She was different.

Sure, she had been extremely shy and nervous, pretty much fainting whenever they were around one another. but she had always been good to him, always been generous and fair and sweet to him when everyone else treated him like dirt for something that was out of his control.

Hinata dying, had set him on a journey of critical and harsh self-evaluation. And in that journey, somewhere along that period of time, he no longer desired to become hokage. It was a dream he wished for because it meant he'd receive the acknowledgement of those around him.

But Naruto already had that and beyond. The acknowledgement of the world did nothing to soothe the emptiness he felt. The respect and admiration of his peers and people quite frankly no longer had any worth to him.

Why did he desire the acceptance of Konoha when he already had it and it offered him no solace? Why chase after a dream that no longer spoke to his heart?

In the aftermath, Naruto became a shadow of his former self. Withdrawn and aloof, he shunned the company of others, finding comfort only in the presence of the Bijuus in his mind.

These mighty creatures, once seen as mere weapons, had come to share a bond with him, forged through mutual understanding and shared pain. They, at least, did not expect him to be anything other than what he was and what he now wished to be.

This withdrawal had caused considerable concern among his friends and the villagers. At first, they gave him space, respecting his need to grieve and hoping that he would return to them when he was ready.

Weeks turned into months, and their patience turned into worry. Attempts were made to draw him out, to help him find his way back to the life he once lived, but Naruto resisted. They could not understand that his path, once of public service, was now of personal seeking.

But with the lack of understanding, the attempts persisted.

They besieged him with reminders of Hinata's wishes, urging him to honor her by achieving even greater heights—by getting out of this funk, to seek happiness, to finally accept the mantle of Hokage. They argued that this was what she would have wanted, a noble pursuit that could potentially heal his spirit.

And Naruto understood their points, but the thing was, he just didn't care. Naruto wanted to honor the late Hyuuga heiress, but in his own new way.

Wasn't he entitled to seek his own path? To find solace in his own way? It was about time he lived his life on his own terms, not on the terms of others.

The clash between Naruto's desires and the expectations of those around him reached a breaking point during a heated confrontation with Sakura. Her frustration, borne of concern and helplessness, erupted into a threat of physical intervention.

But she certainly had backed away after he had responded coldly to that threat that he'd kill her if she dared to try harm him.

The impact of his words had created a rift, causing his friends to step back and reevaluate their approach. Over time, their efforts to reintegrate him into the life he had led before Hinata's death dwindled, until they eventually stopped altogether.

Naruto wasn't ungrateful to their attempts; he knew his friends meant well.

And it wasn't like he turned into Sasuke during his more aloof years, who had once embraced isolation with a sort of arrogant dismissiveness. Naruto simply desired freedom from expectations, to live a life unscripted by the legacies and titles thrust upon him.

He longed to find his own path, one that didn't hinge on the acceptance or accolades from others.

Naruto would honor the woman who loved him, by no longer seeking validation from others, to live his life confidently knowing that there were others out there who much like Hinata, would show kindness to others just because it was the right thing to do.

In this newfound autonomy, Naruto did what he wanted, when he wanted. His days were no longer scripted by duty but shaped by his own whims and the quiet conversations with the bijuus.

But even in the tranquility of his chosen isolation, his mind raced with possibilities, ideas that crept into his thoughts during the quiet hours of the night.

The concept of dimension crossing first came to him three years ago, a thrilling prospect that grew from idle musings into a tangible obsession.

As he shared these thoughts with the Bijuus, their reaction was unexpectedly enthusiastic. The idea of exploring new worlds, of escaping the confines of their current existence where they were viewed with fear and suspicion, ignited a spark of adventure in their age-old spirits.

Trusting Naruto implicitly, they embraced the plan, eager to leave behind a world where their freedom was always at risk.

And Naruto had only told three other people he still considered his friends and trusted implicitly about his idea. Killer Bee, Gaara, and Shikamaru.

Killer Bee, ever the brother in arms, was immediately on board when Naruto broached the subject. His vibrant personality and unyielding spirit were perfectly suited for such an audacious adventure.

However, Gaara and Shikamaru, while supportive of Naruto's unorthodox plan, chose to stay behind. Their responsibilities—to their villages, people and family—anchored them firmly to their roles in this world.

Naruto respected their decisions deeply just as they respected his need for a fresh start.

The decision to keep their plans a secret was mutual, understanding the potential chaos it could unleash if word got out. Thus, under a veil of utmost secrecy, Naruto began his work on the seal that would allow them to cross into another dimension.

The task was Herculean. Naruto spent countless hours poring over ancient texts and experimenting with different chakra techniques. The work was exhaustive and often frustrating, but with each setback, his resolve only strengthened. His skills as a ninja were put to the test not in battle but in the meticulous craft of Fuinjutsu.

Finally, after three years of relentless research and numerous trials, Naruto completed the seal. It was his masterpiece, a complex array of symbols and chakra that hummed with the promise of new beginnings.

Beside him, Killer Bee waited patiently, the air thick with anticipation. Naruto turned to him, and they exchanged a mutual, silent nod—an unspoken agreement that the time had come.

Turning his attention to the nine figures around him, Naruto surveyed the miniature versions of the tailed beasts. Over the years, he had not only become their Jinchuriki but also their friend and confidant. In an innovative use of his chakra and fuinjutsu knowledge, he had created a unique seal that allowed the bijuus to exist outside of him in a semi-physical form.

By channeling a bijuu's consciousness into specially crafted shadow clones—more akin to blood clones due to their enhanced stability—each beast could enjoy a semblance of physical existence. The clones, imbued with the essence of the tailed beasts, morphed into smaller versions of their true forms.

It was a humorous sight initially, especially seeing Kurama, the mighty Nine-Tails, with his fierce crimson eyes and luxurious tails, glaring up at him from below knee height. The arrangement wasn't perfect—the beasts were, after all, reduced to miniature sizes—but it allowed them a freedom they hadn't known for centuries.

Naruto's gaze met each of their eyes in turn. "Are we ready to leave this world behind?" he asked, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach.

Kurama, ever the vocal one, was the first to respond. "Let's get out of here. This tiny form is cramping my style," he grunted, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his excitement.

Matatabi, the Two-Tails, spun around with a purr, her blue flames flickering softly. "A new world sounds wonderful. I'm tired of hiding."

"Any where's better than being locked up again. Let's do this Naruto." Shukaku stated enthusiastically

Isobu, Son Goku, Saiken, and Chomei, simply nodded in agreement.

While Kokuo, the Five-Tails, snorted, a plume of steam blowing from her nostrils. "It's about time we had a real adventure."

"Alright, everyone's on board," Naruto confirmed with a warm smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for their trust and companionship.

Everyone here already trusted Naruto who had conducted and tested out his seal numerous of times through the use of a heavily modified shadow clone, the clone, who did actually land in a different world, would only last for seconds before it dispelled, the connection between it and the original being to far away for its connection to sustain for long.

Killer Bee stepped closer, his voice low. "Yo, Naruto, you sure about not saying goodbye to Shikamaru and Gaara, and everyone else?"

Naruto hummed thoughtfully, his eyes on the glowing seal. "I thought about it a lot, Bee. I trust this seal with my life, but if something goes wrong, I can't risk them being caught in the crossfire. They have their duties, their people to look after. It's better this way."

"And everyone else?" Bee prompted gently.

The blonde sighed, a sound heavy with unspoken emotions. "It's probably for the best. Saying goodbye… it'd make things harder. They might try to stop us, or worse, follow. We need a clean break."

It was ironic really, Naruto had spent the vast majority of his teenage years, training himself to bring Sasuke back to the village, and now, he himself was going to leave just like that.

Though much had changed since then, and there were obvious difference between that instance and this one.

Silence fell for a moment, each of them lost in their thoughts. Then, with a resolute nod, Naruto stepped forward, his hand raised towards the center of the seal. "It's time," he declared. "Let's start anew. A life where we can be free."

As his hand touched the intricate patterns, the seal erupted in a brilliant glow, the lines of chakra illuminating the clearing with an ethereal light. The air vibrated with power, the hum of energy filling the space as the seal activated fully.

One by one, the figures within the circle—Naruto, Killer Bee, and the nine tailed beasts—began to fade, their forms becoming translucent. The light grew brighter, enveloping them completely until, in an instant, they were gone.

The clearing where they had stood was suddenly empty, the forest around them untouched and serene as if nothing had happened. The only evidence that they had ever been there was the faintest trace of residual chakra quickly dissipating into the air, leaving no proof of their departure.

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Naruto, Killer Bee, and the miniature forms of the tailed beasts shimmered into existence within a narrow, shadowed alleyway, their arrival marked by a faint crackling of ambient energy.

As their forms solidified, the dim light from an overhead street lamp cast long shadows on the ground. Surprise and excitement lit up the faces of Naruto and Killer Bee as they quickly took in their surroundings, a stark contrast to the world they had just left.

However, their moment of awe was abruptly cut short by a series of soft pops, like bubbles bursting, as the consciousness of the tailed beasts swiftly retreated back into Naruto and Killer Bee. Naruto's heart skipped a beat in alarm, a momentary panic gripping him until reassuring voices echoed in his mind, soothing his fears.

Matatabi's voice was calm and comforting. "Don't worry, Naruto, we're alright. It was just a little surprising, that's all."

"Yes, no harm done. We're safe within you." Kokuo added, her tone equally serene.

"Ugh, I hate dispelling. Feels like getting sucked through a straw every time." Son Goku grumbled in Naruto's mind.

Chomei's gentle voice then chimed in, "Naruto, when you get a chance, could you make us some new clones? It's nicer to see the world directly, even if we're small."

Naruto thought back, his internal voice reassuring. "I promise I'll get you all out soon, Chomei. But for now, it's better we stay stealthy. We need to understand where we are."

Killer Bee, whose mental connection allowed him to join the conversation seamlessly, started rapping his agreement:

"Yo, keeping it low, keeping it tight, We gotta stay outta sight, In this brand-new night, Stealth is our first fight."

Gyuuki sighed in the shared mindscape, "He's right, though. We need to be cautious first, Chomei."

Needless to say, with how Naruto could communicate with all of the nine tailed beasts and killer bee in his mind, things were never dull with him.

Kurama, with a grunt, cut in, "Everyone, quiet down. You're all too noisy, and it's irritating. I'm trying to sleep here."

Ever the instigator, Shukaku saw an opportunity to stir the pot. "Awww, is the big bad fox getting grumpy? Need a nap, do ya?"

Son Goku joined Shukaku's teasing, further agitating Kurama, which quickly devolved into a verbal battle among the bijuus within the collective mindscape.

Naruto and Killer Bee winced simultaneously, their faces contorting comically as the internal cacophony momentarily distracted them from their new environment.

Trying to regain control, Naruto addressed the bijuus, "Guys, keep it down a bit, will you? We're not in our own backyard anymore."

The bickering in his mind only escalated, each bijuu throwing in their two cents, creating a din that was both amusing and exasperating.

Completely by accident, Kurama smacked Saiken with his tail and that caused the normally calm bijuu to go on a rampage, attacking the nearest one to him, whom happened to be Gyuuki, starting the first bijuu brawl of the day.

It was a familiar chaos that Naruto had learned to manage, even cherish at times.

Killer Bee then turned to Naruto with a serious expression, cutting through the mental noise. "Hey, bro, let's split up and gather info about this place. We'll meet back here later tonight, aight?"

Naruto, still managing the rowdy crowd within his mind, grunted in agreement. "Sounds like a plan! Let's see what this world has got for us!"

With a nod to each other, Killer Bee used the Body Flicker Technique to vanish from the alley, leaving Naruto alone—with the exception of the noisy council in his head. Naruto shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips despite the bijuu brawl echoing through his mind.

Isobu, too tired to join in the ruckus, merely sighed in his corner of Naruto's mind, "Always the same..."

Poor guy.

Well... Poor turtle, always forced into this when all Isobu wanted was some peace and quiet.

Naruto chuckled softly to himself, the sound barely audible over the din. "Alright, team, try to keep it down in there, will ya? I've got some exploring to do."

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Time-skip: Two days later

As Naruto walked through the bustling streets of the city, he couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between this world and Konoha. Here, towering buildings of glass and steel stretched towards the sky, their surfaces gleaming under the sun like giant mirrors.

Neon lights flashed from every corner, painting the streets in vibrant hues after sunset. The air was filled with a cacophony of sounds: the honking of cars, the murmur of countless conversations, and the occasional siren that cut through the urban symphony like a sharp knife. This world was alive in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

The past couple of days had been a whirlwind of discovery for Naruto and Killer Bee.

They had deployed dozens of shadow clones, each transformed via the Henge no Jutsu to blend seamlessly into the crowd. These clones had scattered across the city, each on a mission to soak up as much information as possible about this new world they now inhabited.

From these explorations, Naruto and Killer Bee had gleaned a wealth of knowledge. They learned about the history of this world, which was marked by the sudden emergence of "Quirks"—unique powers that had begun manifesting in people, altering the course of human evolution.

This phenomenon had reshaped society, spawning new careers, laws, and even a new kind of heroism centered around these abilities.

The environment was another aspect that fascinated them. Unlike the natural landscapes of the Elemental Nations, this world was dominated by urban sprawl.

Cities were vast and densely populated, with a complex infrastructure that supported millions of people. Public transportation systems like subways and buses crisscrossed the city, a network of veins pumping life through its concrete body.

Quirks were particularly intriguing. Naruto had seen all manner of jutsu back home, but Quirks were something else. They varied wildly from person to person: some could manipulate elements, akin to ninjutsu, while others possessed other kind of bizarre new abilities, such as transforming their skin into hard steel or stretching their limbs to great lengths.

The society here had adapted to these powers, with hero schools to train the young in controlling their abilities and laws to govern their use for the average civilian.

Almost everyone here in this world possessed Quirks. Though that wasn't to say to say that they could be useful.

Naruto highly doubted that the guy he had walked past earlier possessed a useful quirk if him having banana fingers was anything to go by.

While many of these abilities seemed unsuitable for combat in Naruto's seasoned eyes, their very existence made conflicts and crime more prevalent. In this society, those who committed crimes with their powers were labeled as villains, while those who stood against them, using their Quirks for the greater good, were celebrated as heroes.

This stark black-and-white division made Naruto deadpan; the simplicity of the terms was almost too blunt for him, accustomed as he was to the complex moral landscapes of shinobi, where lines between right and wrong often blurred.

While Naruto's transformed shadow clones were busy gathering information, the original Naruto and Killer Bee had been making themselves at home in this new world. They had found a charming two-story house with a spacious and private backyard, sprawling across two acres complete with a decently sized swimming pool.

It was an idyllic setting that allowed the miniature tailed beasts to revel in the beauty of nature—a stark contrast to their previous lives confined within Naruto, used as tools of war.

Kurama and the others, however, were not entirely satisfied with this temporary arrangement. They had demanded that Naruto and Killer Bee eventually find them a mansion on private land, a demand the duo found reasonable and had agreed to fulfill.

However, making such a significant purchase was currently out of the question. It would raise far too many suspicions for two individuals, who had no official records or history until less than a week ago, to suddenly acquire such a lavish property.

Nonetheless, they had made a comfortable home for now, which housed all the tailed beasts and Killer Bee, who were likely lounging in the living room watching television.

Naruto, however, as mentioned earlier, chose to spend his time exploring the city, simply enjoying this new world he now lived in.

The only downside with being here was just the constant the villain activity that was just flat out annoying.

Like imagine trying to enjoy a cup of tea in a café when one such activity happens?

Except…

…

Naruto didn't need to imagine, because that was precisely what was happening.

Here he was, enjoying a delicious sip from the phenomenon drink of this tea when a group of villains began terrorizing the district.

Now, scratch what he had mentioned, villains weren't the only downside. Because the other one was the law restricting everyone but those licensed to handle this attack.

Which was just plain stupid, but whatever.

Naruto was just settling into the quaint charm of a local café, enjoying a particularly good brew of tea, when chaos erupted outside. His serene moment was shattered by the sound of crashing and screams—another villain wreaking havoc in the neighborhood.

From his seat, Naruto's eyes narrowed as he observed the villain—a tall figure clad in dark attire, his movements both chaotic and destructive.

He casually watched as the other café patrons stood, their faces pressed against the window, treating the disturbance as though it were some street performance. Naruto couldn't really blame them; after all, he was observing too, albeit with a calmness that belied his internal readiness to act.

He could always use henged clones and simply continuing to enjoy his drink.

But… he wouldn't need to intervene.

Naruto could already sense that help was fast approaching.

He shook his head at the entire situation but ultimately conceded to observing.

The villain, a man with wild eyes and a maniacal grin, seemed to feed off the terror he was inducing. As he tossed aside a car with seemingly superhuman strength, he shouted to the gathering crowd, his voice carrying over the clamor.

"The reckoning has come!" he bellowed, his gaze sweeping over the horrified faces. "This city will crumble under the might of chaos!"

His accomplice, a smaller, wirier figure cloaked in shadow, echoed the sentiment with a high-pitched laugh. "Yes, watch and despair, for we are the harbingers of your doom! No hero can save you now!"

Their declarations filled the air, setting a dramatic scene straight out of a dark theatrical play. The shinobi deadpanned. This was too much.

However, and fortunately, their performance was abruptly cut short by a thunderous crash. Dust and debris swirled through the air, clouding the street but gradually settling to reveal a figure poised with aggressive grace—Mirko, the Rabbit Hero.

(Naruto doesn't actually know her name, he didn't even know of her till now)

In that moment, as the crowd cheered and chanted her name, Naruto had a much different reaction.

His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes locked onto her with an intensity he hadn't anticipated, every other detail of his surroundings melting away. It was as though her presence pulled him into a different orbit, her gravity aligning his entire being to hers. The noise, the panic, the chaotic rhythm of the city—all of it was drowned out by the singular focus of his attention on her.

Each detail of her appearance registering in his mind with vivid clarity.

Her hair, long and white, cascaded down her back like a silken, moon-hued waterfall glowing softly in the fading light of the afternoon sun.

Her heart-shaped face, framed by her bangs, was just absolutely gorgeous, with plump and full pink lips currently set into a frown, and a cute button nose twitching every few seconds beneath a pair of crimson colored eyes currently glaring menacingly at the sweating villain duo.

And her skin tone, a soft shade of caramel, was flawless and smooth, only serving to further enhance the lovely shade of her hair, and further bring out features of her visage.

Naturally, there was no not noticing that body of hers either.

From that bountiful chest hidden in her hero uniform to those jaw-dropping wide hips that flared beneath a lithe waist. Mirko's thighs were also fucking thicc and seeing those thighs clad in only thigh high socks certainly was a treat.

And that huge ass…

Well, it went without saying but plenty of people including Naruto himself were affected.

Mirko, the name that everyone around him kept chanting, was a woman whose beauty was just utterly captivating, one that Naruto did not think was possible for a mortal woman to achieve.

To say she had caught his attention was the understatement of the century.

Her entrance was nothing short of spectacular. She stood amidst the settling dust, her body tensed and ready, her eyes scanning the scene with a fierce determination.

With a fierce scowl etched onto her face, Mirko wasted no time. She launched herself at the villains with the ferocity of a tempest. Her first kick sent the wiry accomplice sprawling into a wall, a clear message that she was not to be underestimated. Even before the dust settled from her initial attack, she spun gracefully, her leg sweeping through the air in a powerful arc that met the main villain squarely in the chest.

The impact sent him crashing through a nearby stall, splintering wood and scattering merchandise.

The crowd gasped and cheered in equal measure as Mirko landed deftly on her feet, scanning for any further threats. Her eyes narrowed as the main villain staggered to his feet, his expression one of disbelief and burgeoning fear, even as he spat blood, his gaze remained rooted on her.

"Is that all you've got?" she scoffed as she approached the groaning villain. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to take on a pro."

With a snarl, he charged, only for face to meet steel as she raised a leg up high. The villain's visage smashing into the sole of her iron clad shoes as his momentum carried him forward.

Just like that, he was knocked out and Mirko huffed, less than amused by the villain's pathetic capabilities. Though considering he actually stayed conscious after the first kick, she could at least respect that he was better built than his even more pathetic partner.

As Mirko turned to face the crowd, her expression shifted into a confident smirk, acknowledging the cheers and adoration that flowed from the civilians she had just protected. Her gaze swept over them, a guardian assessing her charges, ensuring that the threat had truly been neutralized.

The crowd's energy was palpable, their applause and shouts of gratitude filling the air with a celebratory fervor that contrasted sharply with the recent tension.

Inside the café, Naruto remained seated, his every sense heightened and focused on the hero before him. His heart thundered in his chest like the drums of war, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to echo through his entire being. As Mirko's eyes briefly met his, a jolt shot through him, his breath catching in his throat.

The brief contact, fleeting as it was, sent a wave of warmth across his cheeks, coloring them a faint pink.

Mirko then turned back to the crowd, raising her arm in a triumphant salute that sparked another wave of cheers.

With the same grace and power that defined her every move, she crouched slightly then propelled herself into the air, leaping away from the scene with a fluidity that bespoke her incredible prowess. Her departure was as dramatic as her entrance, leaving a lingering sense of awe in her wake.

Back in the café, Naruto sank deeper into his seat, a hand instinctively clutching at the left side of his chest as if to steady his racing heart. His eyelids fluttered closed, and he let out a low groan, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that had swept over him. The realization dawned on him with both exhilaration and a twinge of despair: he had fallen in love, and he had fallen hard.

Love at first sight truly did exist.

I need to see Bee. He knows how to help!

End.

Definitely an interesting way to end the first chapter, all things considered. I do hope you all liked this chapter.

My bad that not much happened in this chapter, but it was mostly about setting things up and whatnot, things will only get more interesting from here lads!

I'll be writing even more so stay tuned!

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