A Multiverse Tale: Hope in Another World!

BOOM—!

BOOM—! 

As his words fell, colossal ancient trees erupted from the earth in an instant. 

In the blink of an eye, the training field transformed into a boundless sea of green. Towering giants of wood stretched across the horizon, swallowing the barrage of ninjutsu that had lit the sky moments before—dissolving them into nothing, like mud sinking into the ocean. 

A forest blotted out the heavens, its oppressive shadow seeping into every heart. Fear gripped the faces of the academy students, inescapable and raw. 

Yuhi Kurenai, Mitarashi Anko, Might Guy—even his foes like Hatake Kakashi and Shiranui Genma, alongside Uchiha, Hyuga, and every clan kid big and small—stood frozen, jaws slack with disbelief. 

The chunin instructors poised to intervene, the Anbu lurking in the shadows, even the Third Hokage peering through his crystal ball—all gaped at the figure atop the trees, unable to process what they saw.

In that moment, Takuma Kirie, perched on the towering wood, seemed to merge with the memory of the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju. 

Sarutobi Hiruzen shot to his feet, murky eyes widening as they fixed on that slender silhouette. 

"This… this is actually…"

"Wood Release!" 

Hatake Kakashi's voice rasped dryly, forcing out the words. 

Ebisu's kunai slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground with a piercing ring that shattered the silence. 

The paused scene jolted back to life. Shouts of awe and panic tore through the air, shaking the academy to its core. 

"That's Wood Release, right?" 

"The God of Shinobi's—Hashirama Senju's—Wood Release?!"

"But his eyes! That's a Sharingan!"

"Shinya, what's going on?!"

"We Uchiha don't know anything about this!" 

The Uchiha genin prodigy from earlier wasn't just humbled—he looked outright broken. 

"Why's he got a two-tomoe Sharingan? How old is he?!"

"Only Uchiha blood can control the Sharingan like that, but I've never heard of him! A two-tomoe at his age would've spread through the clan like wildfire!"

"Am… am I even a real Uchiha?!" 

Meanwhile, Yuhi Kurenai pinched Mitarashi Anko's cheek hard, still reeling. 

"Anko, I'm not under a genjutsu, right?"

"Ow, you jerk, Kurenai! That hurt—how could it be an illusion?!"

"So… the gentle Kirie we know… he's actually this incredible?" 

Ignoring Anko's indignant yelp, Kurenai's gaze locked onto the figure atop the sky-piercing trees, her eyes soft with wonder. 

"Still want this 'gift'?" 

Takuma Kirie stood against the heavens, eclipsing the sun, a godlike presence in every onlooker's eyes. 

"You think you can beat me?" 

It wasn't mockery or a victor's taunt—just a quiet statement of fact. 

As if, from the start, they'd never even registered as threats in his eyes—never had the right to stand against him. 

Humiliation.

Rage.

Helplessness. 

Future Ten-Tails Jinchuriki Uchiha Obito, the man who'd one day match Otsutsuki Kaguya blow-for-blow, Hatake Kakashi, and tomorrow's elite jonin—all hung their heads in silence. Shuriken clattered to the ground like a mournful rain song. 

"Takuma Kirie wins! This month's exam ends here!" 

A chunin instructor snapped out of it, wiping cold sweat from his brow as he bellowed the result. His voice rang out, slamming the curtain shut on this showdown.

Only one stood victorious!

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Orochimaru's Lab 

The usually stoic, icy Orochimaru sat with furrowed brows, staring at his student in utter bafflement. 

His emotions churned so fiercely that even his perpetual poker face cracked. Were it not for dignity, he'd have half a mind to thrash this chaos-stirring punk right then and there. 

After a moment, he steadied himself, his voice low and eerie. 

"Kirie-kun, do you know what I admire most about you?" 

"My perfect potential?"

"No!" 

"My relentless training?"

"No!" 

"My unwavering resolve?"

"Not even close!" 

Orochimaru fixed his gaze on Kirie. 

"What I admire most is this: Takuma Kirie is smart." 

"He learns fast, thinks like an adult, knows when to hide his cards. He builds his strength quietly, yet when the moment strikes, he's mad enough to bet it all."

"Even without me, Kirie-kun, you'd thrive. In wartime, you might've been the last one standing." 

He couldn't hold back the question gnawing at him any longer. 

"So why did you suddenly lay all your cards on the table?" 

"Yes, the identity I crafted for you was flawless. When the Senju clan scattered their name across Konoha, your lineage traced back to them. Your mother—an Uchiha who never awakened her eyes, killed in the war. With your freakish physique and control over the Sharingan, no one doubted your blood." 

"But even that doesn't justify flashing this kind of terrifying potential! Per my plan, a modest Wood Release would've sufficed."

"Do you have any idea? Neither Hashirama Senju nor Madara Uchiha could touch this level of power at your age!" 

"Konoha—no, the entire ninja world—won't tolerate you. Nobody wants another God of Shinobi who can steamroll every village single-handedly."

"Kirie-kun… aren't you afraid to die?"