Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

Ino stood still, her body relaxed but her mind racing as she connected to Naruto's surveillance system, the very network he had woven across the world to ensure order and safety. It wasn't just a monitoring system—it was an extension of Naruto himself, built to watch over the people he swore to protect.

Yet, as the data flooded into her consciousness, a cold wave of dread settled over her chest.

It was worse than she had imagined.

Tens of thousands had perished.

Not in battle. Not in honorable combat.

But slaughtered like insects, cut down before they even had the chance to fight for their lives.

It was pure, senseless devastation.

Her breath hitched.

'How should we handle this? What will Naruto feel about this?'

Naruto had only just begun to recover from his past burdens, from the weight of losing so much and carrying the world on his shoulders alone. He had fought, bled, and suffered to create a world where such atrocities could never take place again.

And yet… it had happened anyway.

This—this was the kind of nightmare that could break him.

But there was one consolation.

Naruto was not close with the Uzumaki clan. He had spent years struggling with his own identity, separated from the very people who should have been his kin.

They had never come for him when he was a child, never lifted a hand to help him when he suffered. Now, they had committed an atrocity upon his world.

'They deserve no mercy.'

The thought slithered into her mind like a whisper from the depths of her soul.

And she did not reject it.

Ino exhaled slowly, her hands tightening into fists.

'If Naruto sees this, he will hesitate.'

Despite all of his power, despite all of his growth—Naruto was still too kind. He was still the same person who had looked at a mass murderer and seen the broken child beneath.

But this was different.

This wasn't one person.

This was a nation, an entire bloodline of traitors and butchers.

And Naruto's kindness would only bring him suffering.

'I will clear all traces of this tragedy before he returns.'

She had already made up her mind.

There would be no Uzumaki left to tell their story. No grieving widows. No orphaned children. No remnants of this wretched clan to challenge Naruto's peace.

They would become his slaves, bodies and minds molded to his will alone.

Her stomach twisted at the thought.

She had never been the type to revel in control, in breaking people beyond repair. Mindwalking was intimate—it was an invasion of the soul.

But Naruto came first.

He had already lost too much.

And she refused to let him suffer again.

Her cold resolve solidified as she turned her gaze toward Konoha, the village still trapped within the monstrous barrier of chains.

'Has Hinata woken up yet?'

Her heart clenched at the thought, but deep down, she already knew the answer.

The trap wasn't something simple.

Even Hinata, with her Tensaigan's insight and the power of immortals, wasn't breaking free anytime soon.

'We will have to handle this on our own.'

A bitter truth settled over her.

If they failed here, if they hesitated—there would be no future left to fight for.

Her fingers trembled slightly before she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to reject the doubt, the fear, the weakness.

'It could be me.'

The thought came unbidden, creeping into her mind like a ghostly whisper.

She could die here.

Her team—her friends—could all die here.

But she shook her head violently, banishing the thought before it could take root.

No.

She wouldn't allow it.

She refused to let the story end here, refused to let Naruto return to nothing but a field of corpses and regrets.

"I will never allow that to happen," she whispered, her voice like steel.

"We are meant to live a happy ending, and nobody is going to come in my way of it."

Closing her eyes, she stretched her senses outward, feeling for the security network Naruto had established.

She tapped into the power of the stars, the immense cosmic force left behind by Naruto—a power unlike anything the world had ever seen before.

It wasn't chakra. It wasn't jutsu.

It was the energy of creation itself, the very fabric of the universe bending to Naruto's will.

And now—it would bend to hers.

She took a breath.

And ripped the sky apart.

A deafening crack echoed through the heavens as the power of space ruptured, ripping a hole in the barrier that imprisoned Konoha.

The chains of the Uzumaki were powerful, their control over sealing arts unmatched in skill and complexity.

But power outweighed skill.

And Naruto's power was absolute.

Even if his understanding of space was lower than the Uzumaki elites, his raw strength was so vast that it eclipsed their skill entirely.

She would use that strength.

And she would end this war.