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Liam's POV
The air was still. Time felt like it had stopped, holding its breath with me. My hands trembled, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating until the boy nodded. And in that moment, the world snapped back into motion.
A surge of relief hit me so hard I couldn't breathe. It punched straight through my chest, cracked open something heavy inside, and I was on my feet before I even knew it.
"YES!" I shouted, the word ripping out of me like a dam breaking. My legs felt weak, but I didn't care. A wide, unrestrained grin spread across my face. "He's alive! He's out there! He's okay!"
I didn't realize how much I'd been holding on to that hope until I said it aloud. Everything I'd endured, every second of confusion and grief and loss none of it mattered now.
He's alive.
The boy across from me didn't react. No change in expression, no smile, no frown. He just watched. Studied me. That eerie calm he carried like he knew more than he let on. But in that moment, I didn't care. Not about him. Not about what this place was. Not even about what I had become.
There was only one thing left that mattered now: if he was alive, then I could find him again.
"Can I know where he went?" The words slipped from my mouth almost unconsciously, a mix of desperation and instinct. I had to ask.
The boy slowly shook his head. "No," he said. His voice was steady, almost gentle. "It's time for you to go. Where do you want to go?"
Just like that.
I should have felt frustrated, angry even, but instead I froze. That single question echoed in my mind. A blank slate. A chance to write my future. A real choice.
Where do I want to go?
My chest burned with something deeper than excitement. I had been powerless for so long, crushed by a life that didn't care if I lived or died. Now? I could rewrite everything.
I looked at him, and I didn't hesitate.
"I want to go to the Naruto world," I said. My voice sounded firmer than I expected. "I want the Senju bloodline, tailed-beast level chakra, all elemental nature, instant regeneration, and a high talent in sealing arts."
A wish. A demand. A declaration.
The boy stared at me. And for the first time, something flickered across his expression. Not quite a smile. Not quite approval. But maybe curiosity.
He raised his hand and flicked his fingers.
The world shattered.
Everything I had been, the pain, the exhaustion, the endless gray corridors of my old life, tore apart in an instant. Light engulfed me. And darkness, too. A spiraling, chaotic blend of everything and nothing.
I didn't feel fear. I felt free.
Liam's POV Ends
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In the endless, shifting expanse of the in-between, the boy stood alone. Eleven years old, or maybe far older. Ageless, timeless, undefined. The sky above him was neither sky nor void, just an expanse of memory and possibility that twisted with each heartbeat.
He stood before the high throne a seat not of velvet and gold, but of cold stillness and immutable power. He did not sit. Not yet.
Not until the pieces were all in place.
He watched as the twin souls vanished in opposite directions. Their journeys had begun, pulled into different lives, different destinies. He had not told them what he knew. He didn't need to.
Their stories would tell themselves.
The boy closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with a soft hum. The throne beckoned, but he turned from it, hands outstretched.
Three lights pulsed in the air before him. Three souls. Each unique. Each etched with the scars of the worlds they came from.
The first shimmered with red.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
A man forged in suffering. The strongest demon slayer to ever live. A prodigy of swordsmanship, strength, and sorrow. He had come within a breath of changing everything only to be undone by time, grief, and the betrayal of family. In the end, he had died not in battle, but old, tired, and alone with his brother blade to his throat.
The second soul glowed like a sun on the edge of death.
Gol D. Roger.
A pirate, yes, but something far more. A king who laughed in the face of the world. He had conquered oceans, faced monsters, loved and lost, and in the end, turned his own execution into a revolution. There was joy in his soul. And deep, buried sorrow.
The third soul flickered. Almost mundane.
Saitama.
The man who broke his world. Stronger than gods, more empty than mortals. His soul pulsed with silence a quiet that echoed deeper than the void. Boredom was the noose around his neck, and even in death, it lingered.
The boy smiled, eyes flicking between them.
"You three were interesting," he murmured. "But It's boring to see them dominate all the opponents."
He waved a hand, and the souls faded into stasis, stored, waiting.
Then he turned his gaze to the distant horizon.
"But those two," he whispered. "Those twins. Asher and Liam. They're the ones who intrigue me."
He stepped closer to the throne now, finally reaching out to brush its edge with his fingertips. Cold. Solid. Real.
"Asher thinks Liam is still alive somewhere on Earth," he said, voice quiet with amusement. "And Liam believes Asher's already been reborn. Neither is wrong. Neither is right. The irony is beautiful."
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
"They both chose the Naruto world. How long until they find each other? How long until they remember who they are?"
He sat.
The throne accepted him like it had been waiting. Shadows curled around its base. Light pulsed above.
He rested his chin on his hand, lips curling.
"Let's see what happens when fate starts playing with twins."
He snapped his fingers.
Across dimensions, across time and space, echoes of the twins stirred. One child opened his eyes for the first time in the arms of a powerful Senju woman, her touch warm, her chakra blazing.
Another child blinked awake to the scent of ash and smoke in an Uchiha compound, born into fire and whispers.
Neither of them remembered. Yet. But the seeds had been planted.
The boy on the throne smiled, and for the first time in an eternity, he let himself feel something close to excitement.
Because the truth was simple: he had grown tired. Gods got bored too. Watching the same cycles, the same wars, the same stories repeat. Over and over.
But this? This was new. Two souls linked by blood and fate. Torn apart and scattered. Given power beyond their knowing. Tossed into a world of war, ninjutsu, and ambition.
Would they shape the world together? Or destroy it in trying to find each other?
One thing was certain, I would not be bored for a long time.
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