MHA; Naruto!

Chapter 1: A Shinobi in an Unknown World.

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Naruto Uzumaki stood amidst the bustling streets of Tokyo, his wide blue eyes scanning the towering skyscrapers and neon lights that stretched endlessly into the night. The air was thick with the hum of cars and the chatter of countless people, a stark contrast to the quiet forests and humble villages he knew. His bright orange jumpsuit, slightly oversized with blue accents on the shoulders and collar, made him stand out even more in this unfamiliar world. The silver plate of his headband, engraved with the Hidden Leaf symbol, gleamed under the artificial lights, its dark blue fabric securing his spiky blond hair in place. A small blue backpack was slung over his shoulders, carrying the essentials of a shinobi—kunai, shuriken, and a few ration pills—though they felt out of place here.

His hands clenched into fists, then relaxed. His mind raced.

"What? What just happened?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the city's noise.

One moment, he had been heading to Ichiraku Ramen, the familiar scent of miso broth filling his nostrils, and the next, he was here, surrounded by towering buildings and strange machines. The air felt different, heavier, as if the very atmosphere had shifted. He took a cautious step forward, his sandals scraping against the pavement, and turned his head sharply at the sound of laughter echoing from a nearby alley.

The alley was narrow, its walls lined with graffiti and trash bins overflowing with waste. Dim streetlights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows on the damp pavement. Three figures emerged, their silhouettes jagged against the dim glow.

Naruto tensed. Their eyes were on him.

One of them, a tall man with a leather jacket and a cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped forward. His smirk was laced with amusement, but there was a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A lost kid in a Halloween costume?" he sneered.

The second man, shorter but stockier, snickered. "What's this brat mumbling about? Villages? Hey, kid, did you escape from a daycare or something?"

The third man, the biggest of the three, bore a deep scar across his cheek. He crossed his arms, his grin widening. "Look at him—dressed like a damn traffic cone. And what's with the headband? You in some wannabe ninja club?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming danger.

"Bandits? Which village are they from? Did they bring me here?"

His jaw tightened, but he remained still, his hands at his sides. The chakra within him hummed softly, ready to be called upon at a moment's notice.

The tall man took a step closer, exhaling a puff of smoke into Naruto's face. "Listen, brat. You're in the wrong place at the wrong time. So why don't you be a good little kid and hand over your backpack?"

Naruto didn't move.

The second man rolled his shoulders. "Tough guy, huh?" His voice turned cold. "We don't like it when people don't listen."

In a flash, the tall man grabbed Naruto by the collar of his jumpsuit, yanking him forward.

"Hand over whatever you got, kid. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Naruto's expression darkened. He had no idea where he was, but he knew one thing for certain—he wasn't going to be pushed around.

In a split second, he twisted his body, breaking free of the man's grip, and sent a powerful kick straight into his chest. The impact sent the thug crashing into a pile of trash bags, knocking the cigarette from his mouth.

The other two thugs flinched, momentarily stunned by the sudden show of strength.

Naruto landed lightly on his feet, his sharp gaze never leaving them. "You guys messed with the wrong shinobi."

The scarred man's face twisted with rage. "You little—" He pulled a switchblade from his pocket, the steel glinting under the dim alley light.

Naruto exhaled, his fingers forming a familiar cross-shaped seal.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

In an instant, a perfect copy of himself appeared beside him, mirroring his confident smirk. The thugs' eyes widened in shock.

"W-What the?! There's two of him?!"

The clone nodded toward Naruto. "You gonna show them what a real ninja can do?"

Naruto's fingers curled into a fist, chakra surging to his palm.

"Yeah. Let's wrap this up."

The air around him shifted, crackling with unseen energy as a swirling sphere of blue chakra took form in his hand. The Rasengan hummed violently, its spiraling force illuminating the alley walls.

The scarred man, suddenly realizing the danger, reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. His hands trembled as he aimed it at Naruto.

"Stay back! I swear I'll—"

Naruto didn't wait. The moment the thug's finger twitched, he was already moving.

A loud bang echoed through the alley, but the bullet hit nothing but air. Naruto had closed the distance in the blink of an eye, his clone assisting him by stabilizing the swirling energy in his palm.

With a forceful thrust, Naruto slammed the Rasengan into the man's chest.

The thug barely had time to scream before he was hurled backward, crashing into the brick wall behind him. The sheer force of the impact shattered the surface, sending debris flying. His body went limp as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The last thug, the shorter one, turned and bolted, panic in his eyes.

Naruto's clone intercepted him, planting a firm kick into his back and sending him face-first into the pavement.

The clone smirked before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Naruto stood amidst the wreckage, his Rasengan dissipating into flickering embers of chakra. His breathing steadied as he glanced down at the unconscious thugs.

They weren't trained fighters, but they still tried to hurt me.

His eyes softened slightly. He had fought enemies far stronger than them, but he wasn't in his world anymore.

He turned toward the alley's entrance and leaped onto the nearest wall, his movements effortless as he scaled the building. Within moments, he was on the rooftop, the city sprawling out before him in a sea of lights and noise.

The wind tugged at his jumpsuit as he stood at the edge, staring at the unfamiliar landscape. He had no idea how he got here or if he could ever return home.