Naruto’s Strongest Twin - The Battle Hungry Saiyan (DBZ Dragon Ball)

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The wind barely stirred as the two versions of Ryusei faced each other, both breathing heavily, both refusing to back down. Their eyes locked—one filled with burning defiance, the other with cold determination. Present Ryusei and his clone stood amidst the wreckage of their battle, each attack exchanged only a precursor to the power lying dormant within them.

Present Ryusei's chakra flared, the dark energy swirling around him, almost alive with fury. His breath was ragged, his fists clenched, and blood trickled down from the gash on his lip. The clone, a perfect mirror of him, matched his movements, their combat becoming an eerie dance of mirrored violence. Each strike they delivered rippled through the landscape, the ground cracking under the force of their blows, explosions of chakra lighting up the sky. They both knew this wasn't just a battle for supremacy; it was a test of will, of identity.

But then the air shifted.

A deep hum reverberated through the battlefield, an overwhelming presence descending upon them. Both Ryusei and his clone froze, instinctively drawn toward the swirling distortion in the sky. The very fabric of the world seemed to ripple, colors bleeding into one another, as if reality itself was bending under the pressure.

From the center of the distortion, a figure emerged. His silhouette was dark against the strange glow that followed him, but there was no mistaking who it was. Future Ryusei stepped into view, his presence undeniable. He stood tall, power radiating from him in waves that sent chills down the spines of all who could feel it. His eyes—those cold, piercing eyes—seemed to see everything, like they had witnessed endless worlds, endless timelines.

The battlefield was silent, save for the crackling energy around Future Ryusei. His steps were deliberate, calm, and with each one, the ground seemed to tremble beneath him. Present Ryusei and his clone stared at the figure before them, a version of themselves far beyond anything they could comprehend. There was a moment of recognition, and then…fear.

"Who… are you?" Present Ryusei finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper, though he already knew the answer.

Future Ryusei didn't respond with words. His eyes gleamed, the aura around him darkening. And in one swift, fluid motion, he raised his hand. The air crackled violently, and before Present Ryusei or his clone could react, they were pulled toward him, their bodies dissolving into streams of light and energy, sucked into the vortex of his power. Their screams were muffled by the sheer force, their forms twisting and merging as Future Ryusei absorbed them both into himself.

The entire battlefield trembled. The skies above darkened, swirling like the eye of a storm. The ground beneath them fractured, as if reality itself was on the verge of collapse. But Future Ryusei remained unphased, standing at the center of it all, absorbing the power of his past self. The world flickered, distorted, for just a moment, before settling into an uneasy calm.

And then there was silence.

Within the depths of his mind, Ryusei floated in a boundless expanse of thought. Here, in this void of nothingness, time had no meaning. The world, the battle, all of it faded into insignificance as he entered a deep meditative state, drifting in the sea of his own consciousness.

The silence of the void was comforting, yet overwhelming. There was no up or down, no sense of direction—only an endless field of thought, pure and unfiltered. And in this space, Ryusei could feel it—the darkness within him. It pulsed like a living entity, a coiled serpent lying in wait, feeding off his fear, his anger, his uncertainty.

He had always fought it, this dark energy. Ever since he had awakened the Dark Sage Mode, he had treated it like a beast to be tamed, a power to be suppressed. But now, in this place of pure introspection, he realized something: the darkness wasn't his enemy. It was a part of him, just as much as the light. It was not chaos—it was potential.

"You are more than you understand," a voice echoed from the depths. It wasn't a foreign voice. It was his own, a reflection of the wisdom he had gained, the knowledge he had yet to fully embrace.

The pink and baby-blue dragon that represented his aura appeared before him, coiling gracefully around his form. Its eyes, glowing with both warmth and an unsettling coldness, stared into his. It was beautiful in its complexity—two opposing forces intertwined, balanced perfectly between creation and destruction, ignorance and knowledge.

Ryusei's eyes widened as he gazed into the dragon's eyes, realizing that this power, this manifestation of his thoughts and emotions, was far more profound than he had ever imagined. "I've been fighting it this whole time…" he whispered to himself, the realization sinking in. "When all I needed to do was… accept it."

The dragon nodded in response, its form shimmering as it moved closer, almost merging with him. For the first time, Ryusei didn't resist. He opened himself up to the darkness, letting it flow through him without fear. And as he did, the energy within him began to shift, no longer wild and untamed but controlled, refined.

He wasn't just a wielder of power anymore. He was a creator. His thoughts, his emotions—everything he felt could manifest into reality. Energy in motion. He could see it now, the way it flowed through him, through the world, the way it connected all things. With this understanding, he knew that his journey had only just begun.

Ryusei's eyes slowly fluttered open. The world around him was still the same, yet everything had changed. He could feel the energy pulsing within him, the power flowing like a river through his veins. His aura shifted, the pink and baby-blue dragon coiling around him with newfound grace. It wasn't just a manifestation of power anymore—it was a symbol of balance, of control.

His heart was steady, his breath calm. He had surrendered to the unknown, to the vastness of his ignorance, and in doing so, he had gained knowledge beyond comprehension.

Ryusei stood, his feet grounded in the now still earth. He was no longer afraid of the darkness within him. It was a part of him, and he would use it—not as a weapon of destruction, but as a tool for creation.

"The Realm of Time…" he whispered, his mind already racing ahead to the next step. He couldn't stay here, in this timeline, this dimension. His power was too great, and his knowledge too profound for this reality to contain him.

But he wouldn't leave alone.

Ryusei's thoughts churned as the dust of battle settled. He had absorbed the present and the clone of himself, their power now coursing through his veins, but he felt a pull—something calling him beyond this moment. His understanding had deepened, and he knew that the bonds he had formed with others would be crucial to what was coming. Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura were more than comrades in arms; they were the key to the future.

With a thought, he focused on them, reaching out through the very threads of time and space. In an instant, he appeared at the training grounds where Naruto and Sasuke had been preparing for the next phase of the Chunin Exams. Sakura stood nearby, watching their sparring match. The air shifted violently as Ryusei appeared before them, his presence like a storm suddenly thrust into their midst. Time itself seemed to flicker, bending under his will.

Naruto stumbled backward, blinking in disbelief. "Ryusei? What the hell… where did you come from?"

Sasuke, ever the stoic, narrowed his eyes, immediately sensing the shift in Ryusei's power. His Sharingan flared to life as he attempted to read the energy coming from Ryusei, but it was too vast, too incomprehensible.

"Something's different," Sasuke muttered, stepping closer. "You're not the same."

Ryusei's gaze shifted between them, his once-conflicted mind now at peace, yet brimming with purpose. "There's no time to explain everything," he said, his voice firm yet filled with urgency. "But what I'm about to do affects all of us. Your futures are intertwined with mine."

Sakura stepped forward, her face a mixture of confusion and concern. "Ryusei, what do you mean? What's going on?"

He hesitated for only a moment, realizing the gravity of what he was about to ask of them. "We need to leave this timeline. There's something wrong here—something fractured. I've gained knowledge beyond what any of us can understand right now, but if we don't act, this reality will collapse under the weight of the chaos that's coming."

Naruto exchanged a glance with Sasuke, who gave a slight nod. They didn't need to fully understand. Over the years, they had fought together, bled together, and grown together. Trust had been built in the crucible of war and friendship.

"Alright," Naruto said, stepping forward with his usual confidence, though there was a flicker of worry in his eyes. "I trust you, Ryusei. Whatever's happening, we'll face it together."

Sasuke nodded silently in agreement, while Sakura bit her lip but eventually took her place beside her teammates. The team was united once more, ready to follow Ryusei into the unknown.

Teleportation Home

In a flash of brilliant energy, Ryusei transported them to his family home. The familiar warmth of the walls and the scent of home greeted them, but something was off—everything felt distant, as though the reality they stood in was only a shadow of what once was.

Minato, Kushina, and Naruto stood in the living room, their expressions frozen in shock as Ryusei and the others appeared out of nowhere. The very air around them began to distort, a low hum vibrating through the walls, making the room feel unstable, as if the world itself were on the brink of shattering.

Naruto, the younger version, blinked at the sight of his older self. "What…what's happening?"

"Remain calm," Ryusei said, his voice steady yet filled with a weight of certainty that seemed to calm the chaos. "I am not entirely from your world or timeline." He gestured to the strange energy swirling around them. "What you're experiencing… everything you know… is merely one manifestation of reality. There are countless others, each a different person's version of what could be."

Kushina clutched Minato's arm, her face pale but resolute. "Ryusei… what does this mean for us?"

"It means," Ryusei continued, pointing at a shimmering panel that appeared before them, "that what we experience here is only one path among many. Another timeline, another version of events. And right now, our timeline is fractured."

The panel glowed softly, revealing a different version of their reality—one where Kushina had lived, where Minato had never sealed the Nine-Tails inside Naruto. It was peaceful, almost too perfect. But beneath that perfection, there was something wrong. Ryusei pointed at it.

"There are endless places, endless times that I can walk into," Ryusei explained, his voice low. "Each of them is a unique manifestation of our lives, but they are all connected. And some of them… some of them are breaking apart."

Minato stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in determination. "If what you're saying is true, then we need to fix it. What do we do, Ryusei?"

Ryusei nodded, his expression softening for just a moment as he looked at his family. "We need to restore balance. And to do that, I need you all to follow me. We have to fix our timeline… before it's too late."

Gathering Kakashi and the Leaf Village Elders

In another flash of energy, Ryusei transported his team to the outskirts of the Leaf Village, where Kakashi stood atop a ridge, surveying the landscape below. The moment they appeared, Kakashi's eyes widened beneath his mask, his Sharingan instantly activating.

"Ryusei," Kakashi greeted, though there was a guarded edge to his voice. "You're different… stronger. What's going on?"

"We don't have much time," Ryusei replied, wasting no words. He explained the situation, detailing the fractured timeline and the dire consequences if they didn't act quickly. The Leaf Village elders arrived shortly after, summoned by Ryusei's energy.

The elders, skeptical at first, exchanged wary glances. "And you expect us to believe that the timeline is… what, broken?" one of them scoffed.

Ryusei's gaze hardened. With a flick of his hand, he summoned a shimmering panel, similar to the one he had shown his family. This one displayed a version of the Leaf Village where it had been destroyed, the Hokage's Monument crumbled, and the sky burned red with fire. The sight silenced the room.

"You don't have to believe me," Ryusei said, his voice cold. "But if you do nothing, this is the future you'll face."

The elders, now fully convinced, nodded in unison. Ryusei had both the power and the knowledge to back up his claims, and they could feel the truth in his words.

"I know both the future and the past," Ryusei continued, "but none of that matters now. The only thing that matters is fixing what's been broken. And ridding our world of the villains that caused it."

Ryusei took a deep breath, his eyes glowing faintly as he continued speaking, his voice calm yet filled with gravity. "I'm only from two weeks in the future… two weeks. But in that time, I have met countless versions of every single one of us—Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi… you, the elders. Some of these versions are living peaceful lives, others are in ruins, but all of them exist. Each path is unique, but they all lead to the same crossroads."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the gathered shinobi. "Maybe I'll leave some clones behind here," he mused, a faint smile touching his lips. "To give the Leaf Village a grander school system, to revolutionize the way we train and harness our powers. We've been tapping into only the surface of what's possible. There's dormant power in every one of us, waiting to be awakened, and I've seen what happens when that power is finally unlocked. I want that for all of you—for the next generation."

Naruto's eyes widened, excitement flickering behind them. "A new school system? You mean… something beyond what we already have?"

Ryusei nodded. "Exactly. I've seen versions of us where we tap into abilities we didn't even know we had. I can show you all how to tap into that dormant potential. But it's not just about fighting or strength. It's about mastering our energy, our emotions, our very essence. Every shinobi has the potential to be so much more than they are now."

Sasuke crossed his arms, his gaze skeptical but intrigued. "And how do you plan to do all that in just two weeks?"

Ryusei's expression darkened slightly, the smile fading. "Because those two weeks weren't normal. In my timeline, I got stuck… for years. I was trapped in a fractured reality, unable to come home. Time moves differently in the Realm of Time, and I lost track of it. For what felt like decades, I fought through countless timelines, trying to find my way back. I faced versions of us that were powerful beyond belief, but that wasn't the worst of it."

He clenched his fists, his voice growing more intense. "There was an alien—a being far beyond anything we've faced. It was tearing through timelines, destroying everything in its path. I fought it for years, unable to return to my own timeline until I finally weakened it enough to escape. But that alien, that anomaly… it's still out there. And it's not the only one."

The air around them grew heavier as Ryusei spoke, the weight of his words pressing down on everyone present. Even Kakashi, usually calm and composed, seemed unsettled.

"There are anomalies everywhere," Ryusei continued, his gaze sweeping across the group. "Rips in time, beings that shouldn't exist. And they're getting closer to us. I came back to warn you all, to prepare us for what's coming. We need to be ready, or our world, our timeline, will be consumed just like the others."

Silence filled the air as his words sunk in. Everyone, from Naruto to the Leaf Village elders, felt the gravity of the situation. The enormity of what Ryusei had seen, what he had fought, was beyond anything they had experienced.

Naruto was the first to break the silence, his usual optimism tempered with a serious tone. "So what do we do now?"

Ryusei's eyes softened as he looked at his friends, his comrades, and the village he had sworn to protect. "We rebuild. We get stronger. I'll train those willing, guide them to unlock the powers within them. But we also need to fix this timeline—correct what's been broken. We don't have much time, but together, we can change the course of our future."

With a final glance around the room, Ryusei let out a deep breath. "We'll face whatever comes… and we'll survive."

Ryusei's eyes gleamed as the crowd of shinobi stood in front of him, their expressions a mix of awe and uncertainty. He could feel the weight of their doubt, the questions hanging in the air, and he knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to convince them of what was at stake. They needed to feel the truth—deep within their bones.

"Now," he said, his voice steady, carrying across the gathering like a slow, rising storm, "let me show you, in case any of you still don't believe that I'm not from just two weeks in the future. In those two weeks, I've gained eight years of life experience across hundreds of timelines. Let me show you what happens on the grander scale when you grow stronger as an individual."

He raised his hand, fingers splayed, and the world seemed to pause. A murmur spread through the crowd as his chakra began to pulse, filling the air with a thick, intoxicating energy.

Someone whispered from the back, "We could have… eternal Hokages…"

Ryusei turned, a slow smile spreading across his face, his gaze settling on the speaker. "I like that," he said, his voice laced with approval. "From now on, call this generation of shinobi the Eternal Hokages. Spread the word as you see our future unfold."

With that, Ryusei lifted a single finger into the air, and in an instant, the entire atmosphere around them seemed to warp. The air itself melted like glass, shimmering and bending as though time itself had become fluid. The ground beneath their feet pulsed, and for a brief moment, the sensation of weightlessness overcame them all. It was as if they were floating in an ocean of energy, where the boundaries of time, space, and power no longer existed.

The shinobi gasped, their breaths coming in sharp, disoriented as a feeling washed over them—intoxication, not from any substance, but from the raw, unfiltered energy now coursing through the very air they breathed. Ryusei's power had stripped away the veil of normalcy, and what they were left with was the pure, unbridled force of time and chakra. It was overwhelming, yet freeing. In that moment, they could feel it—the potential to grow, to evolve beyond their current limits.

Ryusei's chakra had engulfed the entire battlefield, and as they inhaled it, their bodies responded. Muscles tightened and grew, posture straightened. Each shinobi present, no matter their rank or skill level, felt their chakra capacities expand, their physical forms surging into their prime. The limits they had once known no longer existed. Every ounce of potential locked away in their bodies was now unlocked, spilling out like an endless reservoir of power.

Naruto's eyes widened as he looked at his hands, his chakra flaring uncontrollably, brighter and more intense than ever. Sasuke's Sharingan spun wildly, his own energy intertwining with the atmosphere, his body vibrating with power he had only touched in moments of desperation.

Even the elder shinobi, seasoned veterans of countless battles, stared at their hands in awe as they felt themselves growing younger, stronger—like they had been given a second chance at life.

But what struck them most wasn't their own transformation. It was Ryusei.

As they gathered their bearings, their gazes turned toward him, standing at the center of it all, calm amidst the storm. His chakra—no, his presence—was everywhere. It was no longer something they could feel within him. It had become the air, the sky, the very ground they stood on. His chakra wasn't just an energy source—it had become the atmosphere itself, surrounding them, sustaining them.

And that's when they realized: they couldn't exist here without him.

His power had become so vast, so all-encompassing, that it was now the only thing holding the fabric of this space together. Without it, they wouldn't be able to breathe, to stand, to exist. Ryusei's chakra was now the very essence of the world they were standing in.

The weight of that realization hit them all at once. Naruto's fists clenched in awe, his voice trembling slightly. "Your chakra… it's the whole planet now, isn't it?"

Ryusei smiled softly, his eyes glowing with an inner light. "Yes, Naruto. Right now, my chakra has become the atmosphere of this plane. The only reason any of you can stand here and breathe is because I'm allowing it. But don't let that frighten you. Your subconscious has already accepted it. I'm just helping it along."

Sasuke's voice, for once, was filled with a hint of admiration as he spoke. "You've transcended the boundaries of what we thought was possible."

Ryusei nodded. "That's exactly what I've been trying to show you. What we thought was possible… is only the surface. There are no true limits. And I want each and every one of you to realize that for yourselves."

The crowd, still grappling with the enormity of what they were experiencing, could feel it now—their own limits breaking, their minds expanding beyond what they had known. The Eternal Hokages were not just a title; it was a promise, a reflection of the limitless potential Ryusei had unlocked within them.

And Ryusei, standing tall at the center, looked upon them with pride, knowing that this was only the beginning of their journey.

Ryusei's voice echoed through the air, his words carrying the weight of future possibilities that no one present could fully grasp. "The world doesn't realize it yet… time has frozen around us. But mark my words, there will be countless versions of us, perhaps coming in the future, the same way I saw myself. And with those versions, there will also be villains—anomalies trying to break the balance we've built here."

His eyes scanned the crowd, their expressions still caught between awe and disbelief. "Don't worry, though. We are the saviors of this world. It's why I chose to come back. But to protect this reality, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura must come with me now. I need to unlock their true potentials—because we, we are the chosen ones for this timeline."

Naruto clenched his fists, the determination burning in his eyes. "So… we're the ones who will keep this timeline safe? We'll be the ones to face whatever comes?"

Ryusei nodded slowly, his expression serene but unwavering. "Yes. This timeline is ours. It's our world, our playground. I've seen the collective of all the current timelines, and this one needs us to lead it."

Without another word, Ryusei raised his hand toward the sky, and with a soft hum, a massive panel appeared, shimmering in the heavens like a portal to another dimension. The light from the panel reflected in the eyes of everyone gathered, its sheer presence sending a pulse of energy through the frozen moment. Slowly, Ryusei, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura began to rise, their feet leaving the ground as they floated toward the panel, ascending like figures of legend.

Before they vanished into the unknown, Ryusei turned back toward the crowd, his hand outstretched once more. "But before we go… I'll leave you all a gift. Something to help you in the years ahead. These are not tools for the selfish. If they are misused, their power will become uncontrollable. But if you use them wisely… once every year, you can make three wishes."

With a gesture, Ryusei summoned three glowing orbs into the air, each one radiating with the same pink and baby-blue energy that surrounded him. They hovered just above his palm, their surfaces swirling like living pools of chakra, a star and the kanji for "peace" engraved in the center of each one.

"These are my creation," Ryusei explained, his voice softening. "Each of these balls contains the version of me and the clone from the State of Reflection, harnessing the energy of the dragon sage within me. Take good care of them, and protect them from those who would seek to exploit their power."

He gently dropped the three orbs to the ground, where they glowed brightly before settling into place, their energy humming in sync with the atmosphere. The crowd watched in reverence, some stepping forward cautiously to get a closer look, others too awestruck to move.

"These Dragon Balls," Ryusei continued, his voice echoing across the frozen landscape, "will be the key to ensuring that we maintain balance in this world. Guard them well."

With that, Ryusei's gaze shifted back to Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. "It's time."

As the four of them ascended higher into the sky, merging with the glowing panel above, Ryusei's voice echoed one last time across the land. "Remember what we've given you. This timeline is in your hands."

The crowd below watched as the four shinobi merged into the panel, their forms becoming one with the energy of the universe. Ryusei, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura vanished into the essence of the sky, leaving behind the present versions of themselves, who stood in silent awe, feeling the vastness of their own potential for the first time.

As they disappeared, the world remained still—time frozen, the atmosphere humming with the lingering power of the Eternal Hokages.