Hinata's figure cut across the sky like a falling star—silent, graceful, unstoppable.
A blur to any who tried to perceive her, she moved faster than the laws of reality would allow, only holding back to avoid tearing the land beneath her asunder. Her passage was an event in itself—a testament to just how far she had come. Once a girl who quietly trailed behind others, she now moved like a celestial force.
Her face, beautiful as ever, was serene to those who saw it—but within, a fire raged.
A storm of cold fury.
It wasn't just for Naruto. It wasn't just for the pain and the betrayal and the missed opportunities. This fury, this new part of her soul that had never been awakened before, was hers. It was righteous and sharp and honed on a single target.
Danzo.
Her soul, pure and kind, had never truly known the craving for revenge. But it had been twisted—by his words. The very man who had once whispered about the utility of pain, the power of control, and the necessity of sacrificing morality for power had—ironically—taught her what it meant to imagine true cruelty.
She didn't want to imagine it.
But she did.
And it was all his fault.
She arrived above the command center in an instant, her Tensaigan glowing with divine brilliance. Below, Danzo stood atop the building, surrounded by shinobi commanders who remained unaware of the storm about to descend. He looked up—sharply, immediately. His experience allowed him to sense the instant shift in the atmosphere.
And his instincts screamed.
Death.
His eyes narrowed as he saw her, this divine form, this impossible glow. He had not seen her transformation, had not prepared for this new reality. Hinata Hyuga was not the fragile princess from the past. She was now a immortaldess of justice, and her expression made his heart sink.
He opened his mouth—perhaps to negotiate, perhaps to lie.
But she gave him no chance.
With a simple movement of her fingers, the Truth-Seeking Orbs surrounding her body moved. They reshaped, twisted, and extended into luminous rods before forming a cage of divine chakra, snapping down on Danzo like the hand of heaven itself.
He was sealed.
Bound.
Unable to move, unable to resist.
She didn't even speak to him.
Not a word.
Instead, she turned and flew back—her capture suspended behind her like a prize or an offering. She didn't look at Danzo, didn't acknowledge his presence further. He had lost the right to be seen by her eyes.
Inside, her heart screamed.
She wanted to hurt him. To hear his bones snap, to see the fear in his eyes. She wanted him to suffer the way Naruto had suffered—tenfold. She wanted him to cry, to beg, to be utterly broken before he was erased from existence.
But she knew.
It wasn't her decision.
This was Naruto's pain. Naruto's tragedy. And he had come back.
So she calmed herself.
She swallowed the bitter flame and extinguished it with sheer will. Her Tensaigan flared slightly as she reigned in her power, and she let her fury slip away, replaced by a calm, loving expression. A radiant smile curled across her lips as she approached him once again—like she had never left.
Because he deserved nothing less.
There he stood, the man who had stolen her heart all those years ago—unchanged, yet completely different. Naruto stood at the edge of a building overlooking Konoha, gazing upon the land he had given so much for.
The breeze tugged at his golden hair.
His expression was peaceful—nostalgic.
He sensed her return before she even landed, and without turning, he smiled.
Hinata came to his side and gently lowered the sphere containing Danzo next to her. She said nothing of her inner turmoil, of the vile emotions that had tried to overtake her. She simply stood close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, her presence soft, steady—his anchor.
For the first time in so long, Naruto felt whole.
He had returned.
And this time—he wouldn't let go of the ones he loved.
Not ever again.
The wind was soft atop the Hokage Monument, brushing against Naruto's cloak like the whisper of a world still clinging to peace, unaware of the power that now stood poised to reshape it completely.
His eyes gazed over Konoha—his village, his home. And yet, deep within him, he knew: this peace was fragile, a mere illusion without true justice to support it.
He was far from the freedom he desired—that boundless, immutable peace that would never again crumble in his absence. He was far from the power he had once dreamed of, the kind that could shoulder the burdens of every world. But still… the power he wielded now was more than enough to make the impossible simple.
Nyx's words from earlier tried to surface, a reminder of his humanity, of the weakness that came from caring too deeply, from feeling too much. But he let them pass through his mind like smoke—acknowledged, then discarded.
For now, he was happy.
He had accomplished the goal that had eluded him for so long. He had returned. He had lived.
The world was heading toward an era of prosperity, and the pieces were falling into place like they had always been meant to. The pain, the battles, the sacrifices—they had meaning now. He could, with a single thought, bring peace. With a simple wave of his hand, he could rewrite the future.
This power made the world feel like a small stage. Too small.
And once he recovered fully, once the restrictions on his existence were lifted, Naruto would ensure this world would never need him again.
He would impose a law written in reality, a rule that could not be bent or broken. A world where the innocent would always be protected. Where villains would be stopped before their crimes could even take shape. Where people, even in their darkest hours, would find hope before despair consumed them.
The world itself would become a reflection of his will.
Naruto turned slowly, his expression serene. Behind him, Hinata floated down like a queen from heaven, her presence radiant and regal. In her grasp hovered a sealed sphere of Truth-Seeking Orbs, and within it—Danzo Shimura.
Naruto's gaze didn't flicker. "Thank you," he said gently to Hinata, and her eyes warmed, even as her heart remained heavy. She had wanted vengeance… but she would give him justice.
The sphere opened, unraveling into bands of chakra-light, and Danzo collapsed to the ground. His breathing was shaky, eyes wide in disbelief.
He stared at Naruto—at the man who had once been a child he could control.
Now?
Now, he couldn't even comprehend the being before him.
Out of desperation, he triggered the Sharingan in his right eye—Shisui's eye, the one containing Kotoamatsukami. The forbidden power of absolute control. He willed the genjutsu to take hold, to twist Naruto's thoughts and escape this fate.
Nothing happened.
The chakra was consumed and erased as if the command had entered a immortal's ears and been found unworthy of acknowledgment.
Naruto looked at him with no anger, no hatred. His eyes were calm, blue and infinite, a gaze that saw through to Danzo's soul.
"I thought about the reasons behind your actions," Naruto said, his voice quiet but absolute. "And I can see them. Truly. But the end result is still the same."
Danzo felt his breath catch.
There was no accusation. No rage. Only understanding.
And that was worse.
Because it meant Naruto knew—knew everything he had done, and still… he didn't care for excuses.
This was not the naive boy who had once begged for the world's acceptance. This was a man who had walked through fire, suffered every agony, and returned reborn.
"I… I am ready," Danzo said after a long silence. "I understand now. I don't regret my actions. It was all for Konoha."
Naruto tilted his head slightly, as if peering into the cracks of that logic.
"Is that so?" he said, still calm. "Then allow me to show you the results of your love."
With a wave of his hand, images flared in the space around them—visions of Danzo's deeds. His manipulation of Hanzo. His betrayal of the Uzumaki. The way he had twisted the events that led to Yahiko's death and pushed Nagato to become Pain. The whispers during the Sand invasion. The silent consent during the Pain attack. The forbidden research. The silence when the mob targeted a child.
The words whispered to elders, the seeds of paranoia planted across the continent. And above all else—how he had ensured Naruto would be alone.
How he had orchestrated the knowledge of the Nine Tails. How he had fueled fear and hatred among the people of Konoha.
"You created the world that needed saving," Naruto said.
Danzo shook, the weight of truth slamming into him like a tidal wave.
"Your path was corrupted long ago. What you love… was never Konoha. It was the power to control Konoha."
Naruto stepped forward, and with a simple touch to Danzo's forehead, he opened his mind—forcing him to see it.
The contradictions.
The betrayals.
The corruption.
The truth.
Danzo screamed—not aloud, but within, as his entire worldview shattered before the brilliance of a soul he could never corrupt.
"Just kill me already!" he shouted at last, voice hoarse, tears burning in his eyes.
Not from pain.
From the unbearable weight of realization.
Naruto didn't move. He simply stood there, still calm, still watching.
There was no joy in this victory.
But there was peace.
"Death is not punishment," Naruto said softly. "It's release."
The moment was quiet—eerily quiet. Even the wind dared not move as Naruto stood over Danzo Shimura, the architect of countless tragedies, the man who had buried too many futures under the illusion of control.
Naruto's hand came to rest on Danzo's shoulder, a gesture so gentle that it almost betrayed the storm of power swirling beneath it.
"Don't worry," Naruto said, a smile creeping onto his lips—one that was too calm, too composed. "I'll give you a painless death. You gave me one, after all. So I'll do the same."
Danzo felt it.
He felt Naruto.
And in that moment, all his arrogance, all his calculations, his secrets and hidden jutsu—all of it meant nothing. He saw the true nature of the man before him.
Naruto was not just a shinobi.
He was not even a man.
He was the world.
Vast. Infinite. Untouchable.
And Danzo… Danzo was a speck of dust. A fleeting thought in a boundless cosmos. Strangely, that realization didn't terrify him. It thrilled him.
Konoha would survive.
If Naruto existed, then Konoha—his Konoha—would rule beneath his shadow. Its future was set in stone.
But then… that smile twisted.
Naruto leaned in, his eyes locking onto Danzo's with a cruelty rarely seen in them. A dark joy flickered behind his gaze.
"Tsk, tsk," he whispered, shaking his head. "What a perverted old man. Your dream—so grand in the eyes of mortals… but to me? It's insignificant."
Danzo's eyes widened.
"I'm leaving once I finish my quest here," Naruto continued, his voice now filled with venom. "And let me tell you a secret…"
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper laced with pure spite.
"I'm going to erase Konoha's name… because of you."
The words struck harder than any blade.
"I despise you. I hate you. I want to impose eternal torment upon your soul for what you've done to me… what you've done to my people."
Danzo tried to speak, but no words came. Fear finally settled in his eyes.
"You think I'd let you die peacefully?" Naruto laughed, a cold, mocking sound that reverberated through the sky. "No… I'm going to make you feel everything."
Danzo staggered back, his composure shattered, his expression pale as he tried to steady his trembling hands. "You… you can't do that!"
"I can," Naruto replied simply, "and you… you can do nothing."
And then he laughed again—mad, mocking, and merciless.
"No… no!" Danzo screamed as his body began to fade. The dissolution started at his feet, creeping up slowly as his chakra frantically flared. He activated Izanagi—his last hope, the trump card of the Uchiha.
But nothing happened.
The technique didn't even trigger.
He clawed at the fabric of existence, trying to anchor himself with ninjutsu, with genjutsu, with will—but there was no escape. No technique that could override the decree of Naruto Uzumaki.
He reached out desperately, grabbing Naruto's cloak, clinging like a dying man to a cliff's edge.
"I'm sorry… please—"
He couldn't finish. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His body trembled, then crumbled.
Naruto's hand rose slowly, and with a flick of his fingers, he whispered,
"Suffer your choices."
And Danzo Shimura—the manipulator of fates, the self-proclaimed savior of Konoha—was erased from reality.
No ashes.
No body.
No spirit.
Only silence.
Hinata stood nearby, watching it all unfold.
Her eyes were calm, but within her, emotions swirled like a storm.
She had brought Danzo to Naruto expecting judgment, expecting mercy cloaked in righteous fury. She hadn't anticipated this—not the psychological dissection, not the unraveling of a man from the inside out.
She had never expected Naruto to use mental torture so flawlessly, so methodically—breaking Danzo from the roots, using the man's own ideals as the blade.
It might have unsettled others. It might have made them question whether Naruto had changed too much.
But Hinata…
She smiled.
Because for the first time, Naruto had acted for himself. Not for the village. Not for peace. Not for the people.
But for himself.
He had chosen to feel. He had chosen to express his hatred—not bottle it up, not mask it with understanding, not drown it in forgiveness.
It wasn't cruelty.
It was truth.
And in that truth, Hinata saw something beautiful.
He wasn't a immortal hiding behind perfection. He was Naruto—her Naruto—flawed, fierce, and finally free to be who he truly was.
And that, more than anything, filled her with pride.
The wind danced around them as the sun dipped low behind the clouds, casting a soft golden hue over the mountain. The silence between them was no longer tense but warm, heavy with unspoken emotions that words could never fully carry.
"Are you really going to leave?" Hinata asked, her voice steady despite the tremble that threatened to break through. She kept her gaze fixed on him, as if afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear.
Naruto turned to her, eyes kind and steady, his voice soft but full of assurance. "No," he said, shaking his head gently. "I won't leave you."
She exhaled slowly, her heart fluttering at his words.
"Now… I'm free to go where I want," he added, his fingers intertwining with hers. "So both worlds are my home. Once we're done here, I'll show you the other world."
He could sense it—her fear. It pulsed just beneath the surface, delicate and persistent, like the quiet echo of a fading nightmare. One conversation couldn't erase it. One promise couldn't dispel the shadows of uncertainty that had nested in her heart.
So he leaned in, took her hand, and placed a soft kiss on her fingers. His eyes met hers—those beautiful lavender orbs that had always looked at him like he was more than what the world saw.
More than a vessel.
More than a weapon.
More than a monster.
She had always seen him.
He smiled, a genuine, quiet smile as he basked in the feelings she stirred within him. It was a strange blend of peace and warmth that filled his chest. It wasn't just love. It was deeper than that—something that wove their souls together across lifetimes.
It was gratitude. It was resonance. It was the knowledge that someone understood him without needing explanations.
Hinata's love wasn't selfish. It was the kind that gave without expectation. That sacrificed without hesitation. The kind of love that didn't seek to bind, but to free.
And she had freed him.
From loneliness. From pain. From that quiet fear that no one would ever truly understand him.
In her, Naruto saw a mirror—gentle souls forced down the path of steel and blood by a world that could not make room for their kindness.
He thought of all the shinobi he'd known. All the warriors trained to kill, to harden their hearts.
And yet, among them all, Hinata had never once taken a life.
Not because she lacked strength, but because she chose not to.
She risked herself again and again. One strike could have ended her enemies, yet she chose restraint, mercy. She could have been a healer—but she stepped into the storm, because her strength could save more lives on the battlefield.
Her path was different from his, but their destination had always been the same.
She understood him.
And he realized, with a bittersweet pang, how blind he had been in the past. He had missed so much. So many souls crying out in silence like his own.
Anko… hated and shunned, much like he had been. Yet he had never truly reached out.
Shino… distant, avoided by others, and Naruto had treated him no differently.
It wasn't just the world that had caged him.
He had done it to himself too, blinded by narrow hopes, small expectations. He had walked with his head down, missing the light in others that could have warmed his path.
But not anymore.
"I would love to see the other world," Hinata said suddenly, her smile radiant, breaking through his reflection like sunlight through clouds.
Naruto's chest swelled with emotion at her joy. He reached out, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close.
"You'll love it," he whispered. "There are many like us there. Gentle. Selfless."
Without waiting, he stepped toward the cliff's edge, and in one graceful motion, leapt from the mountain's peak—Hinata cradled in his arms like a princess in a fairy tale.
She let out a small gasp, then laughed softly, her heart soaring as she realized what he was doing. It was her dream. One she had never spoken aloud.
But he knew.
Of course he knew.
And now, with the sky behind them and the wind embracing them both, Naruto flew—not away from this world, but toward a new beginning.
One they would share.
Together.