Emperor of Mankind (Naruto X Marvel )

Naruto's golden aura shimmered as he soared above the city, his movements effortless, as if the very air bent to his will. Hinata remained by his side, her presence calm yet vigilant, her deep indigo eyes scanning their surroundings with a precision only she possessed.

Their mental link remained open, a silent exchange of thoughts as they observed the world below.

'Is it okay to share this information?' Hinata's voice was steady, but Naruto could sense the underlying protectiveness in her words.

He smiled. Even after all these years, Hinata's loyalty and love for him never wavered. She had always stood by his side, her unwavering faith in him stronger than any force in existence.

'The people I am sharing it with have great morals and powers,' Naruto reassured her. 'I am just planting some seeds. It won't hurt us in any way since we want them to come to us.'

Hinata nodded. That was all she needed to hear. If Naruto had made this decision, she would trust it.

Still, that did not mean she would let her guard down.

Her perception extended across the dimensions, her Byakugan acting as a bridge between the physical and unseen forces of the world. She mapped out the energy signatures of the city, analyzing everything—the infrastructure, the biological structures of the people, and most importantly, the individuals who stood out.

Strange had been the first, but he was far from the last.

Peter Parker—Spider-Man—was swinging through the city, unaware of the silent observers above. His energy signature was peculiar, laced with something beyond normal human limits.

Then there were others.

Individuals cloaked in mystery.

Some with power rivaling immortals.

Some who lurked in the shadows, hiding their true potential.

Hinata's device recorded everything, linking to their vast database.

Naruto, as always, had a plan.

And soon, the world would listen.

Naruto moved through the sky with the grace of someone who had long mastered the art of flight. He floated slowly, savoring the night as the cool air ruffled his hair and the stars above sparkled like diamonds scattered across velvet. There was no rush, no pressing urgency; today was a day to enjoy the wonders of a new world with his beloved wife by his side. This world was unfamiliar, full of strange sights, sounds, and possibilities, and Naruto relished the opportunity to take it all in.

As he flew, he couldn't help but notice how his presence subtly affected the world around him. Below, any criminal activity—no matter how small—was met with a swift and invisible punishment. Those who broke the unspoken laws of the universe that Naruto upheld found themselves pinned to the ground by an unseen force, their lives extinguished by natural causes like heart failure, all in the blink of an eye. It wasn't flashy; it didn't need to be. Naruto wasn't here to draw attention to himself yet, and he was still in the process of gauging the situation. For now, the quiet, unseen deaths of the wrongdoers were enough.

'We've encountered so many different kinds of people already,' Naruto mused to himself as he drifted above the clouds. His mind turned to the idea of recruiting those with powerful abilities, but he quickly reminded himself that his ultimate goal was to defeat the threats threatening this world, not to collect powerful allies. Still, the possibility of meeting new individuals with talents that could be of use to his mission was an intriguing thought. This world's champions were an unexpected bonus—individuals with strong hearts and even stronger wills.

The night passed quietly as Naruto covered vast distances, passing over cities he couldn't even identify. He wasn't keeping track of his exact location, but judging from the number of places he'd passed, he had traveled a considerable distance. Eventually, he found himself flying over a serene lake, its surface reflecting the shimmering stars above.

Beneath him, there was a small building, bustling with life. A dance party was underway, the bass of loud music vibrating through the air. People were enjoying themselves, letting go of their cares and losing themselves in the rhythm. But among the crowd, there was one who stood apart—a girl, standing alone on a deck overlooking the lake.

Naruto's sharp eyes focused on her. She was an attractive young woman with auburn hair streaked with white and piercing green eyes. Her outfit—an eclectic mix of casual and edgy—consisted of a long-sleeved green blouse over a black halter top, a short black leather skirt, and black leggings. Thick combat boots adorned her feet, and dog collars wrapped around her neck and wrists, lending her a sense of both toughness and vulnerability.

Naruto's instincts told him she was no ordinary human. Her power felt unique, perhaps tied to her touch. There was something different about her, a feeling in the air that hinted at untapped potential. She was clearly an outsider here, standing apart from the partygoers, lost in her own world. It reminded him of the old times when he, too, had felt out of place.

'She's not human. Her power must have something to do with touch,' Naruto analyzed quietly. He could see she was wearing gloves, which only further intrigued him.

Hinata's teasing voice echoed in Naruto's mind, her amusement clear even through their mental connection. She had long since accepted the unique nature of their relationship, but that didn't stop her from playfully prodding him whenever the opportunity arose.

"Is her power absorption important, or has my dear husband decided on another lover?" she asked, her tone light but carrying a knowing edge.

Naruto chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at her. Even after all these years, Hinata remained as sharp and perceptive as ever. She had been by his side through countless battles, across entire worlds, and through all the trials of leadership. Of course, she knew him better than anyone.

He understood why she would joke about it. His position as Emperor had come with responsibilities that extended far beyond mere governance. To unite people across different regions, planets, and even realms, he had married women from powerful lineages and divine origins—Sakura, Ino, Shion, Kaguya, Artoria, Hestia, Gaea, Nemesis, Athena, Mie, Laura, Yodo, Kurotsuchi, Irene, Hotaru, and many others. Each of them was strong in their own right, and each had found a place in his heart. But even with all of them, Hinata remained the closest to him, his unwavering pillar of support.

Naruto sighed, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Of course not," he reassured her. "I just see potential in her. It doesn't seem to be so simple."

Without another word, he reached out and pulled Hinata into his arms, embracing her tightly before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She melted into him instantly, responding with equal passion.

Even now, after all these years, she was still irresistible.

Despite everything—his role as Emperor, the many responsibilities, and his numerous wives—Hinata remained the one who knew him best, who had seen him through every challenge. She was his anchor, his constant, and he was eternally grateful for her.

'I'm not looking for anyone else,' Naruto assured her mentally, before his gaze returned to the girl on the deck. 'But I can see something in her. Maybe I can help.'

Hinata smiled, her expression filled with quiet understanding as she let him go. 'I know, husband. But remember, you don't need to take on every lonely soul you encounter. Not everyone is your responsibility.'

Naruto didn't respond immediately. His thoughts were already on the girl. He made a decision in that moment. She would not remain alone tonight.

With a single thought, he descended from the sky. He moved swiftly, but his approach was gentle, ensuring that no one below noticed him. His presence was concealed from the partygoers, so they continued to dance, lost in the music and their revelry. Only the girl on the deck remained unaware of his arrival. To her, it would seem as though the world had simply stopped around her. No one would see the mysterious figure who had appeared beside her.

Rogue stood alone on the wooden deck, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she gazed up at the night sky. The stars twinkled above, distant and indifferent, a stark contrast to the deafening music and laughter coming from inside the hall. The party was in full swing, but she felt like an outsider looking in, a stranger among people who could laugh, dance, and touch without fear.

She had been trying to blend in, to live a normal life ever since she had run away from home. Her aunt had been too overbearing, too controlling, always trying to dictate her future. But freedom had not been the exhilarating adventure she had imagined.

Taking on the name Rogue had felt rebellious at first, but now it just felt... hollow.

She clenched her gloved hands, the fabric tight and suffocating, but necessary. She had learned the hard way what happened when she let her skin touch another person's. The memory of that one moment—the boy she had kissed, the way he had collapsed, the coma he had never woken from—haunted her every day.

"Will I really have to live like this forever?" she thought bitterly. "Always wearing gloves, always covering myself up, always afraid? Even I want to feel the touch of someone who loves me. Just once. Without fearing for their life."

Her thoughts spiraled into despair, the same questions gnawing at her heart. Why am I so different? Why couldn't I just be normal? Why did I have to be a freak?

"Who said you are a freak? You're just a kid that's confused."

A voice, calm and steady, interrupted her thoughts.

Rogue's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't spoken out loud, had she? The voice had come from right in front of her, yet she had been alone just moments ago.

Spinning around, she found herself face to face with a tall blond man floating just above the deck, his presence so effortless it was as if he had always been there. His deep blue eyes were kind yet held an unfathomable depth, and despite the casual way he stood, there was something overwhelmingly powerful about him.

Her reaction was instant. Panic surged through her, and she instinctively took a step back—only to misjudge the edge of the deck.

"Aahh!"

Her foot slipped, and she felt herself losing balance.