In a place where time didn't tick and space didn't stretch—just endless white nothing—sat a boy who didn't age, didn't sleep, and never had company. His name? Naruto. Not the loud, ramen-loving ninja from stories. No. This Naruto had never seen another soul. Born alone, crowned with pure creation, and marked by immortality. Literally had a glowing crown floating above his head. Weird, right?
He looked about 15. Always had. Blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and a confused yet curious look most of the time. He wasn't sad. Just… bored.
For thousands of years (not that time mattered here), he stared into a massive mirror floating in front of him. Through it, he watched the world—people laughing, crying, fighting, falling in love, making mistakes. He watched kingdoms rise and fall. He saw ninjas, devils, angels, dragons, gods. You name it.
He didn't just watch, though. He had this old dusty book beside him: The Book of Destiny. Whatever he wrote in it could become real, if he wished hard enough. It could shape fate itself. But he mostly used it to help himself learn.
"Fireball… but bigger," he muttered once, practicing magic from an ancient spellbook he'd pulled from the book of destiny. Except he didn't know how to not overdo it. A fireball he made once was so huge, the mirror cracked a bit just from watching it.
Eventually, he stopped looking into the mirror. He'd learned enough—too much, maybe. His spells were ridiculously overpowered. A healing spell? Could bring someone back from the dead with a full buffet in their stomach. A simple light spell? Lit up galaxies.
One day, after what felt like forever, he closed the book and stood up.
"…Time to see the world."
He stepped through the mirror.
A silent ripple moved through the sky over Kuoh City. No thunder, no flashing lights. Just a shift—barely noticeable to the average person. But to anything not human? It hit like a truck.
Naruto appeared in the middle of a quiet intersection. No sound, no dramatic crash—just a soft shimmer of light and he was there, barefoot, with a strange white cloak rippling in a wind that didn't exist. A golden crown floated above his head, glowing softly like a calm sun, and behind him hovered a thick, ancient book—The Book of Destiny.
Humans around him barely reacted. A couple gave him odd glances—wondering if it was some cosplay prank or viral stunt. A few teens even pulled out their phones to record.
But the supernatural world? It exploded in panic.
Underworld — Gremory Territory
Rias Gremory dropped her tea. The cup shattered on the floor.
"What was that?" she whispered, standing up abruptly. Her magic flared instinctively.
Akeno stiffened, eyes wide. "I… I felt something ancient. Something wrong."
Kiba tensed beside her. "That wasn't a sacred gear. That wasn't anything known."
Sirzechs's voice echoed into the room via a summoning circle. "Rias, evacuate. Now. That energy signature—it's beyond classification. We're rerouting all top-level devils to standby."
No one questioned it. The whole Gremory household vanished in blue light seconds later—straight to the Underworld.
In Kuoh City — Present
Naruto glanced around, confused. "…Is this the world?" he murmured.
The humans around him kept walking. A few waved at him. A little girl giggled, pointing at his floating crown. "Cool magic trick!"
Naruto smiled awkwardly. "Uh… thanks?"
But in the shadows, devils, fallen angels, and even stray gods had gone deadly quiet. Many cloaked themselves instantly, too afraid to get near. His very existence screamed authority, power, and something even worse—unknown.
A low-ranked devil watching from a rooftop was already calling their higher-ups.
"I-It's not human… I don't know what it is… but it feels like a god… no, worse."
And yet, Naruto just stood there, looking up at the clouds.
"I thought the sky would be… bluer."
The supernatural world was in chaos.
Angels, devils, fallen, even dragon kings and old gods—all of them felt it. A divine presence unlike anything they'd sensed before. Not holy, not demonic, not draconic. Just… pure creation.
But no one could pinpoint it.
It had no origin, no traceable mana trail. Like it didn't belong in the physical world at all.
In Heaven, Seraphs held emergency meetings. Michael stood in silence, looking at a wall of shattered holy sensors.
"Whatever it is," he said quietly, "its magic is divine—beyond even our source."
In the Underworld, Sirzechs and Ajuka were already scanning the planet, but their systems couldn't even register it.
And yet… in the middle of Kuoh City, the source of it all?
He was sulking.
Back in Kuoh
Naruto sat on a bench, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in frustration. A delicious smell had drawn him to a small ramen stand—and he'd marched right up, mouth watering. But when they asked for money, all he could do was blink and offer a shiny, glowing coin that literally vanished the moment he handed it over.
"Sir, this is a family restaurant, not an illusionist show," the owner said, less impressed than annoyed.
Naruto was promptly and politely kicked out.
And now he sat there, muttering to himself like a grumpy child. "I just wanted food. What's wrong with these people? I offer them light made from a dying star, and they throw me out like I'm some brat."
He kicked at the ground, causing a crack to spread through the concrete—but only lightly. No one noticed.
Yasaka — Visiting Kuoh
Yasaka, the beautiful Kyoto kitsune leader, was in town on a low-profile visit. She had felt the strange energy too—divine and unbound—but her top shrine priests couldn't trace it.
She had hoped to investigate quietly.
Then she saw him.
A blond boy with a floating crown, sulking outside a ramen shop. His aura was sealed, but she could still feel something—like the sun was hiding behind a paper wall.
But he looked… harmless? Almost pouty.
Then she saw the shop owner yelling at him. Naruto got up and walked away, still mumbling.
"Ridiculous. They should just wish for food if it's that serious."
Yasaka blinked. "…He just got kicked out?"
She followed, cautiously. Her instincts screamed at her to be careful. Her soul whispered that this was no ordinary boy.
But she had no idea that this was the presence making the entire supernatural world panic.
Not yet.
Naruto's stomach growled loud enough to scare a stray cat.
"Why is food locked behind… money?" he groaned, pressing his face against the window of a burger joint. "I want it. I see it. Why can't I just have it?"
People inside gave him weird looks, but he didn't care. His cloak sparkled faintly with runes and light that only supernatural beings could notice—and even then, just barely. His crown had dimmed, blending in like a cheap cosplay prop. He thought he was being stealthy.
He wasn't.
He stepped inside and walked right up to the counter.
"I'll take the biggest, juiciest—what's it called—uh… Mega Meat Tower Combo!"
The cashier blinked. "Uh… sure. That'll be 1,800 yen."
Naruto dug around his cloak, pulled out a glowing orb of crystalized energy that briefly warped the air around it. "This enough?"
It fizzled into nothing before it even touched the counter.
"…Sir," the cashier said, eyes twitching. "We don't accept… whatever that is."
"I don't have money!" Naruto whined. "I never needed it! Just give me the food—I'm hungry!"
He was politely dragged out again.
Across the Street — Yasaka Watching
From a nearby rooftop, Yasaka watched the same boy stumble out of yet another restaurant, looking even more frustrated.
She'd been shadowing him for twenty minutes. Every time he walked into a place smelling like food, she saw the same cycle: excitement, confusion, no money, kicked out, more confusion.
And every time he got rejected, he mumbled something like, "Stupid human rules," or "I'll rewrite the food system later…"
He doesn't even understand how basic society works, she thought.
But what bothered her most wasn't his odd behavior—it was the subtle pressure coming from him. The divine magic curled around him like sunlight in disguise, but he wasn't using it. It was just there, passive, like a volcano humming softly beneath the ground.
Yet he didn't seem dangerous.
He seemed… childish.
"This makes no sense," she muttered to herself. "Is he a forgotten demigod? A rogue sacred being? Why can't I sense his name, his race… anything?"
She decided to get closer.
Meanwhile, Naruto
He sat down on the edge of a fountain, head in his hands.
"Maybe if I summon a plate of food… no, that's cheating. They said real food tastes better. But what's so special about 'money'? Is it magic?"
He glanced around, pouting. "This world's dumb."
He didn't notice the golden-haired fox lady in traditional robes approaching him from behind, her expression half-curious, half-wary.
Yasaka approached carefully, her steps graceful and silent, her aura dimmed to avoid startling the boy.
From this close, she could see him more clearly: sun-blond hair, ocean-blue eyes, a faint, confused pout on his face as he stared into the fountain like it had answers. His clothes didn't belong to any faction, nor did his magic—though even calling it "magic" felt… inadequate. It was creation itself, curled up in boy form.
But the strangest part?
He didn't seem to know.
"Rough day?" Yasaka said softly, standing beside the fountain.
Naruto jumped slightly, then looked up. "You're not gonna throw me out too, are you?"
She smiled warmly. "Depends. You planning to destroy a restaurant again?"
"I didn't destroy anything!" he huffed. "I just offered them something better than money, and they acted like I tried to summon a demon into their kitchen!"
Yasaka chuckled. "Let me guess—you don't know how human money works."
"I watched them use it through the mirror," he muttered. "But I didn't know you needed it to eat. I thought food was, like, shared. You know? Community and kindness and stuff."
"That's… not how it works anymore," she said gently. "But I'll make you a deal."
Naruto perked up immediately.
"I'll take you somewhere and get you something to eat. No money required."
His eyes widened. "Seriously?"
She nodded. "On one condition. Tell me your name."
Naruto paused for a moment, almost like he had to think about it.
"…Naruto."
"Just Naruto?"
He nodded again. "Just Naruto."
Meanwhile — Heaven
Michael stood in the central chamber, looking at a glowing sphere pulsing violently. It had once measured divine interference across Earth's surface. Now it just buzzed like an overworked heart.
"Still no source?" he asked one of the Seraph researchers.
"No, Lord Michael," the angel replied. "We've narrowed it to Japan, possibly the Kuoh region, but there's no anchor, no vessel, no anomaly we can see. It's like… the power is hiding perfectly in plain sight."
Gabriel hovered near the windows, silent.
"That energy…" she said quietly. "It doesn't feel like a god. But it feels like everything came from it."
Michael's expression darkened. "And that is what makes it terrifying."
And Below — The Underworld
In a massive black hall lit by crimson torches, Sirzechs stood before a projection showing Kuoh City. Ajuka Beelzebub adjusted data streams that twisted and folded on themselves.
"This thing's power level keeps fluctuating," Ajuka muttered. "One moment it's detectable from the edges of reality—the next, it's like it doesn't exist."
"And it's doing all of that," Sirzechs added, "without using a single spell."
Every major clan in the Underworld had been alerted. The Phenex, the Sitri, the Agares—none knew what they were facing.
"Whatever it is," Sirzechs muttered, "it's here. It's watching. Maybe even… learning."
Back in Kuoh — A Fox and a Meal
Yasaka had brought Naruto to a quiet yakisoba stall she knew the owner of personally. She said a few words to the old man in fox dialect, and he nodded, no questions asked.
Soon, Naruto was sitting with a mouthful of fried noodles, his eyes wide and shiny.
"This is—mmf—this is the best thing I've ever tasted!"
Yasaka smiled, arms folded, watching him like a curious big sister.
"I'm glad you like it."
"You're the best human I've met!" he grinned.
"I'm not human," she said casually. "I'm a yokai. A fox spirit."
Naruto blinked. "Oh. That makes more sense."
He didn't react at all to her being supernatural. That alone made her pause.
"Have you met yokai before?" she asked.
"I've watched them. All of them. Devils. Angels. Gods. Monsters. Kings. Knights. Dragons. But this is the first time I've been here."
Yasaka tilted her head slightly. "Been here? What do you mean by—?"
Before she could finish, a ripple of pressure pulsed out from Naruto as he slurped his noodles happily. Just a reflexive burp of raw energy. Subtle—but enough to send every supernatural sensor in the area into high alert.
Yasaka didn't notice.
But everyone else did.
Yasaka watched Naruto demolish his third plate of yakisoba like it was the last food on Earth. His expression was pure joy—cheeks puffed out, sauce smeared on his face, sparkles in his eyes.
"This is so good it's not even fair," he mumbled between mouthfuls. "Is this why humans never leave Earth?"
Yasaka laughed softly. "Food is definitely one of the reasons."
Despite the calm air between them, Yasaka couldn't ignore the strange vibe clinging to the boy. His magic was still there, just beneath the surface, vast and warm like a sleeping sun—but not aggressive. In fact, it seemed… playful.
She tried to probe it discreetly with her own power—just a whisper of spiritual sense.
The second her aura touched his? It vanished. Dissolved like water on a hot pan.
What… are you? she wondered silently.
But Naruto just smiled at her with full cheeks and stars in his eyes.
"You're really nice," he said. "Not like those food guards."
"You mean… cashiers?" she asked.
"Yeah! The food gatekeepers."
She snorted, then stood and brushed off her kimono. "Well, since you don't seem to have anywhere to go… would you like to come with me to Kyoto?"
Naruto tilted his head. "Why?"
"There's more food," she said with a smile, "and I think you could use someone to help you learn how this world works."
His eyes widened like she'd just offered him the moon.
"Can I? Seriously?"
She nodded.
"YES!" He jumped up, fists in the air. "I've never been on a train! I watched one once. It exploded. But I think that was a movie."
Yasaka chuckled nervously. "Right… well, we'll keep this one on the tracks."
Elsewhere — Heaven and Hell on High Alert
Sirzechs and Ajuka stood side-by-side, staring at a massive magical map flickering like mad.
"It moved again," Ajuka said, adjusting his glasses. "Or rather, the effect moved. Kuoh's clear… for now."
"Where is it now?" Sirzechs asked.
Ajuka frowned. "…Heading west. Kyoto."
Sirzechs turned to his communications crystal.
"Inform the Shinto faction. Something's coming."
Back in the Human World — At the Train Station
Yasaka stood calmly beside a wide-eyed Naruto, who was currently trying to "feel the soul of the train" by hugging a vending machine.
"Are you sure it doesn't run on magic?" he asked.
"Very sure," she replied, resisting the urge to laugh.
As the train doors opened and they stepped on board, every supernatural being within a mile radius felt a shift. Something ancient had just crossed onto holy ground, and no one knew who—or what—it was.
Yasaka, of course, still had no idea that the sweet, clueless boy eating train snacks beside her was the unknowable force everyone feared.
All she knew was that he liked food, didn't understand money, and thought vending machines had souls.
And she couldn't help but smile at him.
Kyoto — Yasaka's Shrine
The warm breeze of Kyoto carried the scent of fresh rain and cherry blossoms as the train pulled into the quiet outskirts. As soon as Naruto stepped off, his eyes widened. It wasn't just the fresh air or the natural beauty—it was the feeling of the place. Kyoto was alive with magic, old and slumbering. The land itself hummed like it was singing in its sleep.
"Whoa," he whispered, spinning slowly on his heels. "This place smells like… dreams."
Yasaka chuckled as she guided him toward a traditional path winding into the mountains.
"It's a sacred city," she explained. "There are old wards and ley lines running under the earth here. A lot of spirits live quietly among us."
Naruto followed beside her, hands behind his head, cloak fluttering behind him. "Yeah, I can hear them," he said casually, pointing at a tree. "That one's mad because a squirrel peed on its roots."
Yasaka paused. "You can hear the land spirits?"
"Uh-huh. Can't you?"
She blinked. She could, but only with focus—yet Naruto talked to them like they were chatty neighbors.
Who was this boy?
A Few Hours Later — The Inner Shrine
Naruto stared wide-eyed at the inner shrine courtyard.
It looked like something out of a painting. Tall torii gates bathed in sunset light, koi ponds glimmering in soft blue, and a large manor that blended ancient Japanese design with mystical energy. Kitsune servants moved quietly through the garden, bowing respectfully to Yasaka as she entered.
But when they saw Naruto floating lazily above the ground, upside down, spinning slowly with his arms behind his head like it was normal?
They stopped. Bowed. And quietly ran.
"Why is everyone doing the run-away-bow thing?" Naruto asked, flipping upright.
"…They're not used to seeing people float upside down around the sacred pond," Yasaka said diplomatically. "Maybe… try walking?"
"Ohhh," he said, touching down gently. "You know, I forget gravity's a rule sometimes."
Yasaka smiled awkwardly but said nothing.
Inside the Shrine — A Curious Meeting
"Mom! You're back!"
A young voice called from across the garden as a golden blur dashed toward them. Kunou, Yasaka's daughter, ran up in her bright red shrine robes, tail wagging, a bright smile on her face.
But the moment she saw Naruto standing beside her mother, her steps slowed.
"Who's… that?" she asked, eyes narrowing in curious suspicion.
Naruto blinked. "Hi! I'm Naruto."
Kunou frowned. "Why are you glowing?"
"I am?" He looked down, surprised to see his cloak faintly pulsing with light. "Oops, I forgot to turn that off."
He snapped his fingers. Nothing happened.
Kunou tilted her head. "…What are you?"
Yasaka placed a calming hand on her daughter's shoulder. "He's… a traveler. He's new to the world. Be nice."
Kunou looked him up and down, then crossed her arms. "You look weird. You smell like the sky. But okay."
Naruto grinned. "Thanks! I think."
Despite her wariness, Kunou stayed close, curiosity clearly winning over caution. She walked in circles around him, occasionally poking his cloak or tailing behind him with narrowed eyes like a detective.
"Why doesn't he have shoes?" she asked.
"I don't need shoes," Naruto replied proudly. "My feet never get dirty."
"That's weird."
"You're weird."
"Your face is weird."
Yasaka coughed loudly. "Kids…"
Later That Night — Shrine Dining Hall
Naruto sat cross-legged at the low table, stuffing his face with steaming bowls of udon and dumplings, a happy glow on his cheeks. Kunou, sitting across from him, watched with the intensity of a suspicious fox cub.
"You eat like you've never had food before," she muttered.
"I haven't!" Naruto exclaimed mid-chew. "This is the BEST thing in existence!"
"You mean better than magic?"
He stopped, blinking. "…You know, that's a hard question."
Yasaka, sipping tea nearby, watched the two interact with a small smile. For someone so powerful, Naruto acted more like a wandering child than a being of unimaginable strength.
But still… she couldn't shake the unease.
That power was still there. Untouchable. Unreadable.
And for some reason, she felt like she'd just invited a divine storm into her home.
Meanwhile — The Celestial Realm of Takamagahara
Far above the mortal world, within the realm of the Shinto gods, the divine court stirred with unease. Amaterasu, goddess of the sun, stood at the center of a massive celestial mirror showing blurry flashes of Earth's magical flow.
It rippled and bent around something—no, someone—in Kyoto.
"It's here now?" murmured Tsukuyomi, the moon god, standing beside her.
"I felt it the moment it crossed into our lands," Amaterasu said calmly, her eyes fixed on the shifting distortion. "A creation-born essence. Something that exists outside the order."
Susanoo, the storm god, scoffed. "Is it a threat?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "But it's unlike anything in existence. Even the sacred balance can't read it. We must proceed with caution."
A younger kami approached the gathering with shaking hands. "Should we… intervene?"
"No," Amaterasu said, firm. "Not yet. Watch. Wait. And pray it does not wake fully."
Back in Kyoto — Midnight
Naruto sat on the roof of the shrine, legs dangling, chewing on a rice ball. He stared up at the stars with wide eyes.
"So many lights…," he whispered. "It's prettier when you can feel them."
Kunou sat beside him, hugging her knees. "You're really weird, you know that?"
He nodded. "I get that a lot."
She glanced at him sideways. "Are you… lonely?"
He paused.
"I was. For a really long time."
Then he smiled softly.
"But now there's food. And people. And a tiny fox that yells at me."
Kunou looked away, ears twitching. "I don't yell. I speak firmly."
Naruto grinned. "Sure, sure."
They sat in silence under the stars.
And across the world, gods, devils, and angels looked toward Kyoto with dread.
None of them knew… the storm was already here.
Takamagahara — Divine Watchtower
Amaterasu sat upon her radiant throne, her gaze fixed on the celestial mirror. The light within it twisted unnaturally, orbiting around a single boy now nestled in the heart of Kyoto.
"He walks freely," she murmured. "Laughs, eats, plays…"
"But that thing inside him," Tsukuyomi added grimly, "isn't laughing."
Susanoo, leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, grunted. "He's hiding it. Maybe doesn't even know what he is."
"Or," Amaterasu said softly, "he's simply choosing to be harmless."
The hall was silent.
Beneath her, the tapestry of divine fate writhed like a disturbed sea. Every thread bent around one name.
And yet… that name did not exist in any of their records.
Meanwhile — Kyoto Shrine
Naruto sat inside a giant cardboard box in the courtyard, holding a wooden spoon like a scepter, while Kunou stared at him, utterly unimpressed.
"I am now the Box King," he declared.
"You look like a homeless raccoon," she replied.
"I grant you raccoon privileges."
Kunou squinted. "Is this what being immortal does to people?"
Yasaka watched from the hallway, sighing into her tea.
It had been only two days since she brought Naruto to Kyoto—and while he hadn't shown any violent intent, his very presence was reshaping the land's spiritual balance.
Wards had started reacting strangely.
Shrines whispered of "the divine child."
Ley lines pulsed with unfamiliar light.
And most bizarre of all—phantom flowers had started blooming in places that hadn't seen magic in centuries.
Yasaka rubbed her temples.
"I brought home an eldritch golden retriever…"
Elsewhere — Fallen Angel Citadel
Azazel, leader of the Grigori, leaned back in his chair, a cigar burning slowly between his fingers.
"Still no name?" he asked, looking at a projection of Naruto's image.
The researchers shook their heads. "Nothing. He's not in any book. Not in any registry. Not even in forbidden scriptures."
Azazel blew out a long stream of smoke. "And yet, his signature reads like a divine forge wrapped in chaos and tied with a bow."
"Sir, should we make contact?"
Azazel leaned forward. "No. Not until we understand what we're dealing with. For now… we watch. And pray he doesn't get bored."
Back in Kyoto — Shrine Kitchen
Naruto sat on the floor, mouth agape as he watched Kunou crack an egg into a pan.
"You're telling me food comes from inside those things?!"
Kunou rolled her eyes. "It's an egg. Where did you think omelets came from?"
"I thought the humans summoned them."
"From where?!"
"I don't know! The egg plane?!"
Kunou stared at him. "You are the strangest person I've ever met."
Yasaka walked in, wiping her hands. "He's a strange one, but we're managing."
Naruto looked up. "Hey, fox-lady?"
"Yasaka."
"Right. Yasaka-lady. What do humans do all day? I've only seen them yell, eat, and stare at tiny boxes."
Kunou chimed in, "Those are phones."
"Oh. They look like cursed mirrors."
Yasaka smiled gently. "Humans… live. They struggle, laugh, fall in love, make mistakes. They try. That's what they do."
Naruto blinked. "That sounds exhausting."
"But it's beautiful," she added softly.
He stared at her, thoughtful for once.
Then he nodded.
"I want to try it."
Takamagahara — Later That Night
The celestial mirror shimmered again.
This time, it showed Naruto asleep on the shrine roof, a fox plush tucked under one arm, snoring softly.
Kunou lay nearby with a book over her face, her tail flicking as she dozed off.
The three great gods stood around the mirror in silence.
Susanoo finally muttered, "We're watching a god-child nap with a stuffed animal."
Tsukuyomi sighed. "Should we at least ask who he is?"
"No," Amaterasu said. "Not yet."
They didn't know what he was. They didn't know why he came.
But for now…
He was content.
And so, the gods stayed their hand—and watched.