The Mountain’s movements were broad and powerful.
Each swing of his dull but massive greatsword sliced through the air with a piercing whistle, and if you were close enough, you could even smell the blood soaked into the blade.
Clang!
Their swords clashed. The immense force from the blow traveled through Jon’s sword, numbing both of his forearms.
And this was after the Mountain had already spent most of his stamina.<...
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“Hey! I just like watching A Song of Ice and Fire, and you really threw me here. How am I supposed to live like this?”
A child’s voice, filled with sorrow, echoed through the Red Keep, which covered nearly an acre and was surrounded by a godswood filled with elms, cypresses, and black cottonwoods. Beneath the trees grew dark red dragon’s breath grass, and the trunk of a large oak was wrapped with smokeberry vines. 2025-10-16 17:37:24 +0000 UTC View Post
Before the ocean, the earth, and the sky that covered everything came into being, the world was a formless, round mass. The sun had not yet shone upon it, and the moon had no phases.
The lightest element, fire, rose and became the sky, finding its home in the highest place. The air, lighter than earth but heavier than fire, settled between the two and became wind. The element of earth sank to the bottom due to its own weight, forming land. The fluid element of water...
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The quiet of the library was broken by the sound of footsteps.
Aiden didn’t look up from his book immediately, though he had already noticed the presence approaching him. The faint rustle of clothing, the soft scuff of shoes—it was familiar by now.
> “Oh? Why are you here?”
The voice confirmed his suspicion. It was Jean Grey.
She walked between the rows of tall shelves, her fiery red hair gleaming faintly in the lamplight. Her small n...
Aiden ate slowly, savoring every bite of the food on his plate. But halfway through his meal, a subtle prickling sensation crawled across the back of his neck. He paused, his fork hovering in midair.
Someone was watching him.
He turned his head slightly, and just in time, he saw a flash of red—long hair gleaming like fire—before it quickly ducked down. Jean Grey, the red-haired girl from earlier.
Aiden’s dark eyes flickered with thought. For a moment...
Dinner left Aiden full, but not sleepy. Instead of collapsing onto the bed, he sat cross-legged on the floor, his back straight, eyes calm. His thoughts were already turning to the future.
In this world—the Marvel world—mutant powers were not static. He knew this from the movies and comics of his past life. Mutant abilities grew over time, either through natural development, emotional surges, or, most importantly, constant training.
He thought of Magneto.
As a...
Far from the noise of New York City, nestled in the quiet suburbs of Westchester, stood a castle-like mansion. Built in the old English architectural style, its tall spires and stone walls radiated an air of history and majesty. By day, the sprawling lawns surrounding it looked immaculate, trimmed to perfection, and beyond them stretched dense forests filled with life. Directly in front of the mansion lay a serene artificial lake. Under the soft glow of the moonlight, its surface shim...
Late at night, the city lay in silence. The noise and bustle that filled the streets during the day had long since faded, leaving behind only the occasional whisper of wind and the faint hum of neon signs. Shops that had been crowded and lively mere hours ago now stood shuttered, their doors locked, their windows dark. The only light came from the flickering glow of the neon advertisements hanging above, casting a dim, eerie afterglow across the street corners.
In one such corn...
Danzo Shimura’s single visible eye glinted sharply in the dim Root chamber. His cane tapped once against the stone floor as he turned to the boy standing before him.
“Ryoma,” he said slowly, “which possibility do you believe is more likely?”
The boy—only seven years old, his face hidden beneath dark glasses—did not hesitate.
“I believe it is the first possibility, Lord Danzo.”
Danzo arched an eyebrow.
Ryoma continued calmly, “Firs...
The morning sun poured into Konoha, its light spilling over tiled rooftops and bustling markets. After a rare night of restful sleep, Uchiha Yato rose early. His steps were steady, his eyes cold but resolved, as he made his way toward the residence of the Uchiha Great Elder.
When he arrived, he didn’t waste time with formalities. He looked directly at the old man and declared, “I have investigated the cause of Aunt Michiko’s death.”
The elder blinked in s...
Uchiha Yato awakened his Sharingan the night his parents died.
He awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan the day Uchiha Kagami, his uncle and guardian, fell in battle.
And now, with the death of Uchiha Michiko, the last person who had cared for him as family, Yato realized the truth—he no longer had anyone left.
A tiger with no restraints is the most dangerous of all. And Yato, at this very moment, was exactly that—feral, unbound, and terrifying.
---<...
Uchiha Yato hurried toward the Uchiha Shrine, his steps uncharacteristically heavy. For once, the usual smirk was gone from his lips. A faint, bitter sigh slipped out as he glanced at the reddened sky overhead.
As a transmigrator, life in this world had been—by most standards—comfortable, even pleasant. He was not some soul thrown suddenly into another body. No, he had been born here, raised here, and had lived more than a decade as Uchiha Yato. This was his life now.
The Land of Fire, Hidden Leaf Village.
Dusk was slowly falling over Konoha, painting the rooftops in shades of gold and crimson. The villagers were winding down their day, shopkeepers calling out their final sales, children racing each other home before their mothers scolded them for being late. At the entrance gate, two Chūnin guards leaned lazily against the wooden posts, chatting idly about dinner.
Their conversation ended abruptly when they noticed a figure ...
The forest was silent except for the restless snort of a horse and the faint rustle of leaves stirred by a cold wind. Beneath the thick canopy, Jon Snow knelt over a bound figure. His hands were quick and steady as he stuffed a gag into Alliser Thorne’s mouth, ignoring the man’s furious glare. The torchlight of anger in Alliser’s eyes burned brighter than any campfire, but Jon refused to meet it for long. There was no time to waste.
Alliser had chosen a fine mount for...
The glowing words suspended before Jon Snow steadied his heart. They were not just a strange phenomenon but his confidence, his lifeline for heading south and surviving what lay ahead.
Each entry gleamed in a different color, their hues representing qualities—strength, talent, mastery. Among them, the one that shone brightest was Swordsmanship, dyed a vivid blue.
It made sense. From the time he could first grip a wooden stick, Jon had been inseparable from the idea...
The Wall was a miracle of stone and ice, a silent titan that had endured for thousands of years.
Its western half rose straight and sheer, like a sword of frost stabbing into the heavens, its pale surface gleaming under the waning light. The eastern half curved like the body of a silver serpent plunging into the sea, as though it sought to bind the world in an eternal embrace of winter. For generations, it had stood as both barrier and warning—separating the realm of ...
“It’s really him…”
Black Zetsu’s entire being quivered with a mixture of nostalgia, unease, and a strange flicker of joy. Emiya Shihara’s reappearance in this era was something he could never have predicted. Although Shihara had ultimately betrayed him in the distant past, there had been a time—brief but vivid—when the two had stood side by side. Black Zetsu found himself remembering that time now, as though a fragment of warmth had survived within the endle...
The night air over Konoha Village was cool and heavy, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and smoke from distant hearths. Lantern light pooled across the cobblestone streets, casting long wavering shadows that flickered like restless spirits. Somewhere beyond the village walls, an owl hooted, its call echoing across the quiet district.
Deep within one of those shadows crouched a figure of living darkness. Black Zetsu pressed himself flat against the side of a building, hi...
The coffin in the hidden chamber creaked as its heavy lid slid open. From within rose a tall, broad-shouldered man, his movements slow but purposeful, like a predator awakening after a long hibernation. His long, tangled hair spilled across his pale face. He parted cracked lips, coughed, and spat a small lump of flesh into his palm. For the first time in years, he felt the taste of life and power return to him.
It was Uchiha Madara.
The world had believed him lon...
Madara. Madara. Madara.
What good was that accursed Uchiha Madara?
Senju Tobirama clenched his jaw as he glanced at his elder brother. Even now, even at a time like this, Hashirama’s mind still lingered on Madara. Tobirama’s thoughts were sharp but silent—he would never voice them openly in front of an outsider such as Emiya Shihara. His brother’s pain was obvious, but it still frustrated him.
“Brother!”
Tobirama stepped forward and pres...
“Feel it.”
With a calm expression, Emiya Shihara pressed his fingers against Senju Tobirama’s arm. In an instant, a jet-black seal bloomed across Tobirama’s pale skin, curling into a spiral reminiscent of Konoha’s insignia. Dark symbols wove themselves into the pattern like living ink. The seal pulsed faintly, as though it contained a heartbeat of its own.
“Chakra…” Tobirama murmured. His sharp eyes narrowed. “I can’t activate it. Just as expe...
Sometimes, the most dangerous truths are the ones spoken too plainly.
Emiya Shihara knew this well.
Standing in the quiet corridor outside Konoha Hospital’s ward, he hesitated. Telling Senju Tobirama outright that a full resurrection would let him heal Hashirama completely was out of the question. Tobirama was clever, suspicious by nature. The moment Shihara spoke openly, Tobirama would begin probing for traps, reading conspiracies between every line.
And to...
The corridor outside Konoha Hospital’s most secure ward was quiet, but the tension in the air felt like a taut wire ready to snap. Sunlight filtered weakly through the paper windows, leaving long rectangles of light across the polished floor. Here, Senju Tobirama waited, his expression a mask of composure that hid the calculations behind his sharp eyes.
Inwardly, though, the Second Hokage was anything but calm. He sincerely hoped that Emiya Shihara—the mysterious he...
The dim light filtering through the paper screens of the Hokage’s office cast long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the sounds of a bustling village drifted faintly in, yet inside the room the atmosphere was tense, almost brittle. Senju Tobirama sat stiffly, arms folded, his sharp eyes fixed on the man who had just been summoned from death itself—Emiya Shihara.
“Now,” Tobirama said, his voice measured but low, “tell me again. Their last name is Uchiha...
The morning air in Konoha was cool and faintly fragrant with pine. Compared to the images of prosperous cities one might imagine, this village felt rough and unpolished. Many of the houses were simple wooden frames hastily thrown together, their walls uneven, as though each family had built what they could with whatever time and resources they had. Yet beneath the rustic exteriors there was an energy—a hum of quiet determination—that bound the people of the village together.
Konoha Village lay silent under a heavy sky. In the heart of the village, far beneath the bustling streets and neat rows of wooden houses, a hidden corridor stretched downward into a dim underground chamber. The smell of old stone and damp earth hung thick in the air, mingled with the faint metallic tang of chakra-infused seals etched into the walls.
At the center of this secret room stood a crystal coffin unlike anything in the world above. It was long and narrow, pain...
Outside Konoha Village, the sky was choked with a monstrous inferno. Flames soared high, their tongues licking the heavens, while thick, black smoke twisted like a serpentine dragon, painting half the horizon crimson. The acrid, choking smell of burning wood and ash filled the air, making each breath a struggle.
On a high ridge beyond the village, Kakashi and Jiraiya stood side by side, eyes fixed on the scene below. The village they had once protected, nurtured, and ch...
The eerie, twisted trees surrounding Danzo seemed almost alive, their withered branches writhing and expanding with a terrifying autonomy. Each gnarled limb slithered like a serpent, crawling into every corner of Konoha Village. Roots stretched outward, digging deep into the earth, creating a vast, suffocating network that gradually enshrouded the village in shadow.
Root members, following Danzo's precise orders, retreated swiftly yet methodically, leaving only the most...
Withered and twisted trees, like vengeful spirits writhing in hell, sprawled wildly around the Hokage Office Building. Their gnarled branches twisted toward the sky as if reaching out to snare anyone who dared approach. The area had been quickly and completely sealed off by the dense, lifeless wood, forming a natural fortress that cut off all prying eyes and any possible reinforcements from outside.
Several Konoha Anbu ninjas attempted to approach the perimeter, but as ...
“Danzo…”
Hiruzen Sarutobi’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant. His eyes lifted toward the man who had once been his comrade, his rival, his shadow. His tone trembled with conflict, but beneath it ran an undercurrent of determination.
“Someone… wants to see you.”
The words had barely left his lips when the air split apart.
A torrent of water surged forth like a silver serpent, sharp as lightning, aimed mercilessly at Danzo’s throat.