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Naruto laughed heartily as he stumbled back, nearly losing his balance, as Rias Gremory collided into him with a joyful force, her arms wrapping tightly around him. Without hesitation, he hugged her back, chuckling as he said, "I missed you too, Rias."
She looked up from his chest, her aquamarine eyes sparkling with unrestrained joy, locking onto his ocean-blue gaze. In that moment, she looked both ecstatic and relieved, as if the simple sight of him had lifted a weight she'd been carrying. Naruto's heart warmed at the familiarity, though he couldn't help but feel the tug of a different set of emotions just below the surface.
Almost twenty-four hours had passed since the grand dance—a night that he wouldn't soon forget. Between the music, the laughter, and the endless commotion among the Asgardian gods, there had been that one unforgettable moment: a kiss that Grayfia had given him under the cover of darkness and music. It was a memory as vivid as the moment it happened, leaving him both enchanted and unexpectedly flustered. Naruto had barely had time to speak to her privately since, as they'd been swarmed by the festivities and their ongoing journey soon after.
But, in truth, he hadn't quite known what he wanted to say. The kiss had been as surprising to him as anyone.
Yet, just before they parted, she had whispered to him softly, telling him she understood if he needed time to come to terms with what had happened. And, to his surprise, she had admitted she needed time as well.
It was fortunate as Naruto was still dumbfounded by Grayfia's newly revealed feelings and what it meant for the future from here on out.
The hours that followed felt like a blur as Naruto and Grayfia joined Odin and Thor in their journey.
And where were they going?
To the gathering of supernatural leaders in the underworld, hosted by Sirzech after the new treaty forged between the devil, the fallen, and the angels.
From what Naruto understood, the place they were going to was actually supposed to be a gathering of young devils in the underworld, where a rating game tournament would soon take place.
But taking advantage of such an occasion, Sirzech decided to invite leaders from other factions a a few days early, so they could join in on the peace treaty and make war and conflict a soon to be distant memory.
That way, those who decided to stay could enjoy a show with the young blood of the underworld.
After hours of traveling and conversation, they finally arrived at the entrance of Agreas, the grand and neutral territory chosen for this monumental event. Naruto could feel the weight of its significance settle over him as they neared, aware that they were entering a place where history would be shaped.
And he was excited to witness it.
As someone who deeply wished for world peace, Naruto was positively delighted to witness this.
Now, standing many feet away outside the entrance, the group of four didn't have to wait long for an invitation to enter as a large crimson magic circle formed before them.
With a fwoosh, they appeared.
Sirzech Lucifer, a figure whose aura of authority was as palpable as the power he radiated. Joined by Azazel, the charismatic Governor-General of the Fallen Angels, and Michael, the serene Chief Archangel of Heaven.
They stood together, three legendary figures whose presence signified the significance of the occasion.
It was the first time Naruto was meeting them, the leader of the fallen angel and the angel faction.
But it wasn't just the three of them, Rias too was there and as she caught sight of him, the redhead had launched herself at him in a hug that was equal parts excitement and relief.
Which was how he was led to now.
A hug that felt so warm and pleasing to the soul.
He hugged her back, his smile widening as he murmured, "I missed you too, Rias."
She looked up at him, her aquamarine eyes sparkling with joy, and for a brief moment, her entire expression softened. Naruto felt his heart warm at her reaction, but the intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of laughter around them. Odin, Sirzech, Azazel, and Thor were all laughing heartily, while Michael's usual serene expression broke into a gentle chuckle.
Rias seemed to realize the company she was in and nearly squeaked in embarrassment, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson as she quickly stepped back. And Grayfia who stood nearby, narrowed her eyes slightly with a touch of disapproval at Rias's unprofessional display. lips pressed tightly together as if greatly holding back a scolding.
Which the maid most certainly was.
Only one reason stopped Grayfia from making her displeasure known to the little girl, now young adult, whom she had personally cared and grown to love deeply in the past eighteen years... The company they were keeping.
As though sensing the disapproval of her surrogate older sister, Rias turned to Grayfia and winced as she caught onto the disapproval, sending a sheepish and nervous smile that prompted Grayfia's lips to briefly tug upward into an amused smile of her own before they set back into the rigid line.
Azazel couldn't help but flash Rias a mischievous grin, his tone teasing. "Well, Rias, I didn't realize you wanted to join us because you wanted to wait for your boyfriend," he joked before turning to Naruto. "I know this is our first time meeting and all, but I love your taste in women." He remarked enthusiastically as he gave the blonde an approving thumbs up.
Naruto immediately liked the guy, chuckling while Thor, Odin, and Sirzech erupted with laughter.
The redhead's face flushed even deeper as she looked around, half-hiding her face behind her hand. But Michael, ever the composed one, gave her a gentle nod, his tone kind. "There's no shame in showing affection, Rias. One must always show their love to those they care for," he declared earnestly.
Rias only sent an appreciative smile to the angel leader, groaning inwardly at the insisting and annoying laughter of the others.
Fortunately, it wouldn't last forever.
When the laughter finally subsided, the leaders exchanged firm, respectful nods, transitioning into more formal greetings. Odin, standing closest to the serene leader of heaven, extended his hand to Michael, a flicker of respect passing between the two.
"It's a rare day indeed where I get to see such formidable forces that stand together not as foes, but as allies," Odin intoned, his voice a resonant rumble that carried a hint of awe.
And for good reason, the conflict and sheer hatred that existed between the three biblical faction was one that spanned for millennia's, and for the leaders of those of three factions to finally come together, united as one… words failed to describe just how in awe Odin was in regards to this unification.
Michael clasped Odin's hand firmly, his expression warm and dignified. "It may have taken a long, long time, but we all finally understand each other, and I sincerely hope this becomes the foundation for a future that is better for all."
"To become a part of that very foundation is an honor and privilege that all of Asgard is happy to share."
"And you are most definitely welcome to be a part of it." Michael smiled softly, his features serene.
In the face of such warmth, Odin couldn't help but smile before he released Michael's hand and turned to Azazel, extending a hand to the governor of Grigory, whose sly grin softened in the face of respect.
"Azazel," Odin said, his tone lightening with a trace of humor, "It has been a while since we last exchanged drinks. I'm offended that you haven't visited us in so long."
Azazel's expression turned sheepish as he shook the Norse God-king's hand. "I apologize for that Odin, I've always wanted to come visit again but I unfortunately did not have time, otherwise I would have come to Asgard much more frequently."
The all-father's features turned into one of sympathetic understanding. "The burden of paperwork and unruly followers. I understand your pain all too well."
"Paperwork is not so bad." Azazel chuckled as he released Odin's hand. "But the followers… " He sighed as he thought of the most troublesome one to date who he had just recently dealt with. "Most of them are loyal and good, but the few that aren't are just absolute migraines."
Curiosity gripped Odin as his gaze alternated between the angel and fallen angel leaders. "From what I understand, this alliance between the three biblical faction arose only after Kokabiel's stunt."
"Pretty much." Michael nodded, a serious expression marring his visage. "He attempted to revive the great war, but neither me or Azazel and Sirzech wished for such a grim reality. It was why we progressed from a ceasefire to an actual peace treaty."
"And it's good to be at peace with my siblings." Azazel declared enthusiastically while wrapping an arm around Michael's shoulder who simply smiled in contentment.
Odin chuckled "Speaking of brothers." he nodded in the direction of Sirzech and Thor.
Said two of the top ten were currently eyeing one another stoically much to the curiosity of Naruto and Rias who eyed them the entire time.
Eventually, either because they realised that they had the attention of everyone, or perhaps because of some other reason, Sirzech and Thor's expressions each broke out into large smiles.
"Sirzech," Thor said with a broad grin, "It's good to finally see you again on such favorable terms. I trust the years have been kind to you?"
Sirzech returned the smile with equal warmth. "They have, Thor. And I must say, it's refreshing to meet under peaceful skies. I'm glad you and the Asgardians as a whole are here to join us."
Just then, Azazel stepped forward, his usual mischievous glint in his eyes as he opened his arms to the biggest guy he knew.
Instantly understanding the gesture, and happy to do so for a friend, Thor's face lit up even further as he pulled Azazel into a hearty, brotherly hug. "Azazel, you rogue," Thor boomed, his voice echoing through the open space. "I trust you've saved some mead for me?"
Azazel's grin widened, his eyes alight with amusement. "Thor, I wouldn't dream of letting you leave without sharing a drink or two. We have too much to toast to tonight." Their laughter carried across the gathering.
Michael, ever composed, turned to Naruto, his gaze warm and welcoming. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before, I am Michael, the leader of the angel faction" he said with a serene smile, extending a hand. "I've heard much about you."
Oh? To say the shinobi was curious about what was told was putting it lightly.
"I'm Naruto, Naruto Uzumaki." Naruto took Michael's hand, his grip firm but respectful. "And it's an honour to meet you, sir." he replied politely.
Now freed from Thor's exuberant embrace, Azazel took the opportunity to step forward, eyeing Naruto with a gleam of curiosity. "So, you're the infamous human I've heard so much about. The one who defeated a high-class devil and the same one who became human once more..."
The silence that followed was as strange as it was oddly tense.
Odin's eyes widened at that particular information, having not been aware of such a detail.
Although… having learnt the truth of Naruto's origins from Naruto himself, the all-father himself could understand how such a new found discovery emerged.
Stars suddenly glinted in Azazel's eyes as he grabbed and held onto Naruto's hands. "I must study you!"
Naruto could only smile awkwardly at that statement, not sure what to say to that.
Laughter ensued at such an absurd statement with only Grayfia maintaining her professionalism.
"Now, now." Sirzech fortunately intervened on the blonde's behalf. "I'm sure Naruto would be willing to consent, provided he becomes more comfortable with you in time, Azazel."
The leader of the fallen angel pouted but ultimately let go and stepped back.
As the introductions continued, Sirzech turned to Odin and Thor, his tone one of genuine gratitude. "To have you here today means more than words can convey," he said, his eyes shining with sincerity. "This gathering marks a new era, one where we may leave behind conflict and embrace a future of cooperation."
Odin nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "The pleasure is ours, Sirzech. To walk this path alongside leaders who wish for peace as much as we do… it is a rare privilege."
Sirzech then shifted his gaze to Naruto and Grayfia, greeting them with a smile that was both warm and respectful. "Naruto, Grayfia, I'm happy to see you both again" he acknowledged, his voice a touch softer. Grayfia offered him a respectful nod, her expression calm and professional as always. "Thank you Sirzech-Sama."
"Thank you, Sirzech," Naruto said, his tone sincere. "It's good to be here."
With everyone gathered, Sirzech gestured toward the grand entrance of Agreas. "Let's continue inside," he suggested, his voice carrying the anticipation of what lay ahead. "Unfortunately, the others have not arrived yet, but they should arrive soon."
They began to walk inside, the leaders conversing quietly about the upcoming discussions, the significance of the event evident in their expressions. Naruto followed alongside them, feeling both humbled and inspired. This was history in the making, and he was part of it.
As they walked, Rias moved to Naruto's side, her shoulder lightly brushing his, and he couldn't help but smile at her presence. She glanced up at him, excitement dancing in her eyes.
"So," she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and curiosity, "How have you been? it's been a while."
"That it has been." Naruto grinned boyishly, evoking a smile out of the redhead. "Truth be honest i'm surprised you're here. I know that there is this young devil gathering that is supposed to happen here in a couple of days… so I expected to see you then, not now."
"I heard from Onii-Sama that you were coming so I asked him if I could come and he agreed as long as I promised to not stir up any trouble." She revealed.
"Well I'm definitely happy to see you, we have a lot to catch up on." He declared.
Rias tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled genuinely. "I completely agree."
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Time-skip: A few hours later
The gathering was monumental, a convergence of power and influence that had never been witnessed in history.
Every pantheon, every supernatural faction, every corner of the world had its eyes fixed on Agreas. A territory served as the stage for what could only be described as the most significant diplomatic event of all time.
The world had been stunned when news broke of the peace treaty forged between the three biblical factions: the angels of Heaven, the fallen angels of Grigory, and the devils of the Underworld. It was a reconciliation that spanned millennia of conflict, bitterness, and bloodshed. The announcement had sent shockwaves across realms, surprising gods and mortals alike.
Whispers of disbelief turned into discussions of hope, for if such deeply entrenched enemies could set aside their differences, perhaps the world itself could follow suit.
Naturally, not everyone was ecstatic about the news.
But for the vast majority that wished for peace, this was like a dream come true.
Taking the initiative a step further, the leaders of the newly united alliance—Michael, Azazel, and Sirzech—had extended invitations to every pantheon and supernatural faction across the globe.
Their message was clear: join us in shaping a new era, one where cooperation replaced conflict and unity became the ultimate strength.
The response was overwhelming.
And one by one, they arrived.
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A chariot of fire descended first, the ground beneath it searing from the heat. From it emerged Ra, the Egyptian Sun God, his radiant presence casting golden light across the assembly. Clad in resplendent robes adorned with the glyphs of his ancient dominion, Ra stepped forward with authority. Beside him walked Osiris, God of the Dead, his demeanor calm yet imposing. Dressed in deep emerald and black, Osiris carried a staff adorned with hieroglyphs that glowed faintly, a testament to his mastery over life and death.
Without words, they strode forward, the room parting in awe to let them pass. They took their seats, their mere presence enough to command respect.
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Thunder roared in the distance as dark clouds gathered above. A bolt of lightning struck the earth, leaving behind two figures of undeniable majesty. Zeus, King of the Greek Gods, stood tall, his hand still gripping the thunderbolt that had carried him to Agreas. Beside him was Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War, her armor gleaming like polished silver. Her piercing gray eyes scanned the hall with the sharpness of a tactician, while Zeus's booming presence alone was enough to silence the crowd.
Their steps were measured, their aura filling the room with divine might as they took their seats, offering nods of acknowledgment to their peers.
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The soft hum of ancient magic filled the air as the Celtic delegation arrived. Danu, the Great Mother Goddess, appeared with an aura of nurturing strength. Her robes were green as the forests, her presence a reminder of life's enduring cycle. Beside her stood Lugh, the masterful warrior and craftsman, his spear resting against his shoulder. Together, they represented the balance of creation and protection that defined their pantheon.
Without fanfare, they made their way to their seats, their calm yet firm presence grounding the room.
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A burst of golden lotus petals heralded the arrival of the Buddhist delegation. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, entered first, his mischievous grin as wide as the sky. He twirled his staff effortlessly, exuding an energy that was both playful and powerful. Behind him followed Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, her serene expression radiating calm. Her white robes flowed like water, and her gaze seemed to carry the weight of infinite wisdom and kindness.
Their entrance was met with murmurs of admiration as they took their places, Sun Wukong flashing a grin at anyone who dared to meet his eyes.
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A surge of vibrant energy filled the room as the Hindu delegation made their entrance. Shiva, the Destroyer, appeared first, his presence a blend of tranquility and raw power. His trident gleamed as he strode forward, his expression enigmatic. Brahma, the Creator, followed, his four faces scanning the room with an air of omniscience. Vishnu, the Preserver, brought up the rear, his calm demeanor reflecting an unshakable balance.
The three gods moved in perfect harmony, a testament to their unity, as they silently took their seats, their arrival needing no words to convey its magnitude.
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From the east came the representatives of the Shinto pantheon. Amaterasu, the radiant Goddess of the Sun, descended in a beam of pure golden light. Her presence brought warmth and reassurance, her kimono shimmering like the sunrise.
She was joined by Susanoo, the Storm God, whose rugged demeanor and broad smile reflected his warrior spirit. Standing with them was Yasaka, the leader of all Youkai, her nine tails swaying gracefully as she greeted the assembly with poise.
It was a vision of elegance and might as they made their way to their seats, a harmonious contrast to the other delegations.
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A chilling wind swept through the hall, heralding the arrival of the vampire delegation. Akasha Bloodriver, the Progenitor and Queen of Vampires, glided forward with regal grace.
Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, and her presence alone was enough to command respect. Beside her walked Moka Akashiya, her heir and daughter, whose expression held a blend of curiosity and resolve. The two were clad in elegant attire that blended gothic elegance with supernatural authority.
Their entrance was silent yet striking, the weight of their legacy trailing behind them as they joined the assembly.
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Watching this from the private spectator room, Naruto and Rias were astonished at the sheer number of those attending.
The shinobi in particular was almost tempted to take notes, his cerulean eyes wide as he took in the grandeur of the arrivals. Each new delegation added a layer of complexity and significance to the gathering, and he couldn't help but feel both awed and humbled. Rias, still at his side, leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper.
"Can you believe this?" she asked, her tone filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief. "All of them… together. It's like a dream."
Naruto nodded, his gaze still fixed on the gods and leaders before him. "Yeah… it's crazy. But it's also kind of amazing. To think they're all here for the same reason…"
"To make peace," Rias finished, her voice tinged with hope.
…
The shinobi didn't reply, simply transfixed.
'I would not be so sure of that.'
Nearly reeling in surprise as the Kyuubi's voice rang out in his head, Naruto frowned subtly as he inwardly replied. "And why do you say that?"
'I don't doubt that most have come because they wish to join this alliance, but I imagine some did it simply to scout for information or for some other reason… Not everyone wishes for peace and harmony… Naruto.'
That was one way to bring the mood down.
But there was no denying that the Kyuubi was correct.
Sad as it was to acknowledge, but while many wished for peace, not everyone wanted it.
Naruto could only hope that everything went smoothly from here.
As the last of the delegations took their seats, the hall fell into a hushed silence. All eyes turned to the central dais, where Michael, Azazel, and Sirzech stood side by side. Their expressions were a mixture of solemnity and determination, the weight of the moment etched into their features.
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In the dim and oppressive silence, a figure cloaked in shadow sat motionless, save for the faint movement of his hand swirling a glass of deep crimson liquid. The pale light barely illuminated the room, and yet his presence alone filled it with an aura of suffocating power. His crimson eyes, cold and apathetic, glimmered ominously as he took a slow sip of his drink, his expression betraying neither satisfaction nor disdain.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and humorless, echoing through the void. It was a laugh born not of amusement but of detached indifference. His gaze shifted, piercing through the darkness as if peering into a realm far beyond the confines of the room.
"A gathering of fools," he muttered, his voice a deep rumble that carried an edge of contempt. "Gods, devils, angels… mortals. All coming together, clinging to their fragile hope of making peace a reality."
The thought amused him only in its futility. He had seen their kind before, beings who spoke of peace and harmony, only for their alliances to crumble under the weight of their own egos and ambitions… and… their own self-interests.
He scoffed.
They were predictable, tedious, and ultimately insignificant.
Peace was an admirable dream… an admirable ambition.
But the method of which they wished to pursue and grasp it was utterly futile.
He tipped his glass, letting the liquid swirl as he considered the news of the so-called "all-faction gathering." It was being hailed as a monumental event, a beacon of hope for a world scarred by millennia of conflict. To him, it was little more than a congregation of posturing.
The peace they wished to hold onto was not everlasting.
And he knew for a fact that sooner rather than later, it would crumble.
Because ultimately, someone's self-interest would be prioritized over others.
The figure leaned back in his chair, the shadows around him seeming to ripple with his every movement, as if they were an extension of his very being. His fingers tapped lightly against the glass, his expression cold and calculating.
Peace. A concept so revered yet so grossly misunderstood by the masses. He scoffed again, shaking his head.
He found it amusing really, that they thought that peace could be achieved through simple treaties and alliances… As if words scrawled on paper could erase centuries of hatred and ambition.
Fools…
Like them, he did want peace.
But what separated him from the rest was that he was not interested in the fragile, fleeting kind that could be shattered by the whims of mortal desires or divine arrogance, no… what he wanted was true, absolute peace. A peace born not from negotiations that could falter but from absolute and firm control.
"Only I can achieve it," he murmured, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Only through my power can this world know order."
He had seen the patterns of chaos repeat themselves over countless generations. Every alliance, every treaty, every so-called era of harmony had ended in bloodshed and betrayal. He knew that peace was impossible without someone to enforce it—a force strong enough to command obedience from gods and mortals alike.
The gathering meant nothing to him. These leaders, for all their power, were nothing but relics of a flawed world order. They were playing at peace, blind to their own futility. He had no intention of joining their charade.
But not everything about the gathering was without value.
One individual had caught his attention. A boy. A human.
"Naruto Uzumaki," he said, the name rolling off his tongue like a whispered incantation. His voice held a hint of something rare—curiosity, perhaps even interest.
He had been keeping tabs on the boy ever since he first learned of his existence.
For good reason, since to his knowledge, he was the only one who had arrived at this strange universe so long ago from the elemental nation.
Until recently.
At first, it had been nothing more than idle observation. A descendant of the Uzumaki, a clan tied to legends of power and resilience. But the more he watched, the more intrigued he became.
The figure's crimson eyes gleamed as he recalled one particular moment—Naruto's battle with Thor, the Norse God of Thunder. It had been an unexpected clash, one that had ended in a draw. The boy had held his ground against one of the mightiest beings in existence.
To be so powerful at such young an age…
The figure saw potential—raw, untapped power that could be molded.
That naivety was a flaw, but it was also an opportunity. Naruto was a blank slate, untainted by the cynicism that plagued so many others. He was also young, easily molded.
The boy could be guided, shaped into something far greater than what he was now.
With that kind of opportunity, the man with crimson eyes saw a possibility that was most fetching.
A powerful warrior at his beck and call.
His right hand so to speak.
He would offer the boy a path, a purpose.
The room seemed to grow colder as the figure's thoughts deepened, the shadows coiling tighter around him. His fingers tightened around the glass as his crimson eyes burned brighter, the three tomoe spinning slowly, hypnotically.
He took another sip of his drink, savoring the weight of the moment. The gathering, the alliances, the boy—it was all moving toward an inevitable conclusion, one that he would shape with his own hands.
Setting the glass aside, he leaned forward, his gaze piercing through the darkness.
It was time that he made peace a reality in this world.
"And no one can stop me," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet carrying the weight of absolute conviction, "after all…nothing can compare to the power of the Uchiha."
The tomoe in his eyes spun faster, their crimson glow illuminating the shadows as the figure allowed himself a rare, cold smile. "Let's pay a visit to the summit."
End.
DAMMMMMNNNNNNN!
I bet none of you were expecting that.
So, the figure from chapter 15 is back and it turns out he was an Uchiha.
Although I suppose that I did make pretty obvious.
I do hope you all enjoyed the chapter, it was pretty fun to write overall. and I got to warn you all, chapter 25 is insane! if you'd like to read it early, just look a bit down below on what i cope and pasted.
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