Naruto Multiverse

On the dark side of the moon, hidden from view and undetectable by even the most advanced sensors, a massive spaceship loomed in silence. Its sleek, ominous structure concealed advanced technology far beyond Earth's comprehension. Inside, the Kryptonian cousins, Kara Zor-El and Kal-El, lay trapped. Their escape seemed impossible, and no one on Earth or beyond was aware of their dire situation.

Within the ship's command center, two figures stood amidst a dimly lit room glowing with holographic displays. Belial, an arrogant demon with a sadistic smile, lounged in a chair, his eyes glinting with anticipation. He'el, a cold and calculating figure with an air of quiet menace, worked with precision at a control panel.

"Now that the girl is out of the way, you can start the process," Belial drawled, leaning back with an almost lazy demeanor. His mind wandered to the chaos he could unleash, the destruction he could savor.

"I am almost done," He'el replied, his tone steady and composed. His fingers danced across the controls as he finalized the sequence. The machine they had prepared was designed for one purpose: to terraform Earth, reshaping it into a world inhospitable to humanity and perfect for their dark designs.

But their plans were abruptly interrupted.

"I think we will have a problem if you do that," came a calm, unfamiliar voice.

Both Belial and He'el froze, spinning around to find the source of the intrusion. Standing before them was a man they had not sensed nor seen—Naruto Uzumaki. His golden hair and piercing blue eyes radiated an aura of confidence and power, while his casual stance suggested he was utterly unfazed by their presence.

"How did you get in here?" Belial snarled, his eyes narrowing. He'el remained silent, his mind racing as he analyzed the threat.

Belial's lips curled into a grin. Let's see if this fool can handle me now that I possess some of my father's power. He underestimated the newcomer, a fatal mistake fueled by his arrogance. He'el, however, was more cautious, immediately recognizing Naruto as a being of extraordinary capability.

"Surrender, or I'll kill Kal-El and Kara," He'el threatened, his voice cold and firm.

Naruto turned his gaze to He'el, his smile calm and confident. "I can't have you do that," he said softly, as though discussing a minor inconvenience. "Let's change the battlefield."

In the blink of an eye, the room disappeared, replaced by an alien landscape of fire and ice. Mountains of jagged ice loomed over rivers of molten lava, and the air crackled with an unnatural energy. Belial and He'el staggered as they took in their surroundings, stunned by the seamless dimensional shift.

Belial's grin faltered for the first time. He prided himself on his mastery of dimensional travel, but Naruto's effortless manipulation was beyond anything he had witnessed. He'el, ever calculating, shifted his stance, preparing for what he now knew was an inevitable battle.

'What do you think, Kurama? Am I better now?' Naruto asked internally as he floated above the terrain with a grace that seemed almost casual.

'Much better,' the Nine-Tails replied, his voice tinged with approval. 'You're finally starting to lighten up. It's been a while since we've had a proper fight.'

A cloak of chakra enveloped Naruto, shimmering with vibrant energy. His expression was serene, almost kind, yet his words carried a chilling weight. "I hope you can entertain me for a while before you cease to exist," he said, his tone as gentle as if he were addressing old friends.

Without warning, Naruto shot forward. His speed was blinding, his movements almost impossible to track. Two massive chakra-formed fists materialized and struck Belial and He'el simultaneously, sending them hurtling into the fiery planet below. The impact was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling across the surface.

Hovering above the devastation, Naruto observed the scene with detached curiosity. "I need to adjust a bit more," he mused aloud. "At this rate, they'll break too quickly."

On the ground, Belial clawed his way out of a crater, his once-proud grin replaced by a grimace of pain. He'el stood slowly, his calculating mind racing to find a strategy. Both realized too late that they were utterly outmatched.

For Naruto, it was not a battle—it was a release. After years of enduring pain and loss, he found catharsis in the fight. Yet even as he held back, the encounter proved to be the worst day of Belial and He'el's lives.

While the clone dealt with the chaos on the fiery battlefield, another son of Trigon made his way toward the Uzumaki household. This demon was no ordinary foe, but to Trigon, he was a mere pawn—a sacrificial lamb sent to distract and test the defenses of Naruto Uzumaki. Unaware of Naruto's mastery over clones, Trigon believed this attack would serve as a sufficient nuisance.

High above the house, the demon hovered, its massive wings spreading a shadow across the landscape. Dark energy pulsed around it, the air vibrating with malice. Yet, before it could even descend upon its intended target, it was stopped in its tracks.

Naruto, sitting in his living room with Himawari clinging to him, felt the intrusion like a pebble tossed into a pond. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

A bug buzzing around my place... how annoying, he thought, barely sparing the matter a fraction of his attention.

Without so much as moving, Naruto exerted his will. Reality bent and twisted around the demon, the fabric of space itself devouring the invader. The demon's roar of fury and confusion was short-lived, silenced before it could even finish forming its first attack. In an instant, it was gone—reduced to nothingness as though it had never existed.

The entire event lasted mere seconds, unnoticed by anyone except Naruto. He leaned back, his expression calm, yet his mind was already calculating the implications.

This should send a message. Let him know I'm not to be trifled with.

Naruto's smile widened slightly as he considered Trigon's likely reaction. Get obsessed with me, fool. Keep throwing yourself at me while I prepare. The more you focus on me, the less time you have to find another path to your goal. And when the time comes...

His thoughts trailed off as Himawari nuzzled closer, her innocent warmth grounding him. The brief interruption was over, and life in the Uzumaki household continued as though nothing had happened. But in the shadows of his mind, Naruto was already planning his next move, turning the tides of this unseen war to his advantage.

In the smoldering, twisted dimension Trigon ruled, the very essence of existence writhed and screamed in ceaseless agony. Flames consumed the blackened skies, rivers of molten fire carved paths across the tortured landscape, and every soul trapped within his dominion wailed in eternal torment. Yet, amidst this cacophony of despair, Trigon's voice rose like a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of his infernal kingdom.

"You scum! How dare you mock me, Trigon!" he bellowed, his demonic voice reverberating across his world. His colossal form loomed over his domain, his six glowing red eyes blazing with fury. With a single swipe of his massive hand, he obliterated his ornate throne, reducing it to a heap of molten slag.

His rage was not a fleeting temper; it was a deep, seething fury born from insult and defiance. Naruto Uzumaki—a mere mortal, in Trigon's eyes—had not only defeated his pawns but had dared to send a clear message. A message that dripped with mockery, daring Trigon to focus all his power on him.

"You think you can outmaneuver me? You think you can humiliate me?!" Trigon roared, his claws clenching into fists that could crush entire realms.

But as the fury coursed through his infernal veins, a sinister smile began to spread across his face, a smile devoid of reason or restraint. His six eyes gleamed with malevolent delight as a dark thought took root in his mind.

"You took my children," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "So don't mind if I return the favor... and take what is most precious to you."

With a sweep of his hand, a massive portal opened in the skies above his burning world. Through the swirling vortex of crimson and black, Trigon's gaze pierced dimensions, locking onto a distant realm where a certain household stood—a place filled with warmth, laughter, and love.

His six eyes fixated on the girls who resided there, each of them connected to Naruto in their own unique way. To Trigon, they were not individuals but pawns, mere tools he could exploit to bring Naruto to his knees. His manic grin widened as he envisioned the chaos and anguish he could unleash upon his defiant enemy.

"The games are over, Naruto Uzumaki," Trigon declared, his deep voice echoing with resolve and menace. "You will know the price of crossing Trigon. Prepare to lose what you cherish most."

Kara's body felt like it was on fire. The kryptonite coursing through her veins was a slow, agonizing poison, sapping her strength and clouding her mind. Every breath was a struggle, and her vision wavered between blurred shadows and haunting illusions. Her thoughts were fractured, fragments of desperation mixed with faint hope.

Who is that? she wondered as faint, measured footsteps echoed through the chamber. Her vision settled on a figure approaching with calm purpose, a silhouette against the dim, cold light of the alien ship.

Kara blinked, her mind sluggish from the pain. Is this another illusion? A trick of the kryptonite?

The figure stopped a few steps away. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting," a voice said, low and calm, carrying a strange sense of warmth despite its stoic tone. "It took me some time to deal with them."

The man wore an imposing black Anbu suit, sleek and battle-worn, with a featureless mask that obscured his identity entirely. Kara couldn't place him, but there was an air of familiarity, a sense of security that cut through her haze of pain.

Naruto crouched before her, his gloved hands moving with precision as he removed the chains binding her. Kara gasped as she fell forward, her body too weak to hold her weight. But before she hit the cold, unforgiving floor, she was caught—strong arms lifting her as though she weighed nothing.

"You've been poisoned," the man—Naruto—said, his voice laced with concern. "You'll need extensive healing." His tone was matter-of-fact but carried an undertone of care that Kara hadn't expected. He cradled her carefully, his movements steady and deliberate as though handling something precious.

Kara squinted at him through the haze, her voice a mere whisper. "Did... Phoenix send you?"

Naruto's masked face tilted slightly, as if he were offering a reassuring smile beneath the blank facade. "Yes," he said gently. "I'm here because she asked me to help her friend. So relax. You're safe now."

The words carried a weight of certainty that Kara clung to. She wanted to believe him, to trust the stranger who had appeared in her darkest hour. Before she could respond, Naruto's hand hovered over her forehead, a faint glow emanating from his palm. Her body relaxed involuntarily, her breathing slowed, and darkness enveloped her. He had put her to sleep, sparing her the agony as he worked to save her.

Naruto straightened, holding the unconscious Kara close to his chest. With a sweep of his hand, a portal of swirling energy materialized before him. He stepped through it, the alien ship behind him disintegrating as it was absorbed into his personal dimension.

In a single motion, he sent Clark and Lois safely back to their home, ensuring they would wake with no memory of their ordeal. Kara, however, was different—her condition was severe, and her healing would require time, effort, and precision that no ordinary medic could provide.

"Hold on, Kara," Naruto muttered softly as the portal closed behind him. "You're not alone anymore."