Leon Uzumaki stood at the edge of a tranquil training ground nestled within the heart of his Hidden Village, his sharp eyes following the playful chaos unfolding before him. His children—quick as lightning—darted through the open field, laughing as they played tag.
Their chakra-enhanced speed made it more like a game of high-speed pursuit than any ordinary child's play, and Leon couldn't help but smirk at how effortlessly they mastered the techniques of their lineage.
The village was a living testament to his vision—a fusion of Naruto's shinobi ideals and the technological prowess of the Marvel world. Skyscrapers stood alongside ancient pagodas, and state-of-the-art labs were hidden beneath forests where ninjas still practiced jutsu.
It was a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation, funded by his business empire and powered by the infinite potential of MSP (Merchant System Points).
Leon's companies specialize in nearly everything: advanced technology, pharmaceuticals, military-grade weapons, and even entertainment. Thanks to the missions he had assigned over the years—whether for espionage, sabotage, or retrieval—his shinobi agents had earned millions of MSP.
Every mission scroll delivered not only rewards to his operatives but also massive profits to the system, which Leon reinvested wisely.
He had used MSP to buy resources that were difficult, if not impossible, to obtain otherwise—everything from cutting-edge vehicles to food and snacks for the entire village. With stockpiles of weapons, rare metals, and advanced machinery, the Hidden Village was the best-equipped city on Earth.
Yet, despite his material wealth, Leon knew that the true treasure of his success lay in rebuilding the shinobi society—his family, both blood-related and chosen.
He folded his arms, quietly observing the new member he gave Kekkei Genkai. Each of them carried a unique blend of their new ninja heritage and the mutant or enhanced abilities inherited from the Marvel world he could grant.
Some wielded Sharingan or Byakugan, while others could manipulate elements or bend reality with mutant powers. They were a new generation, and Leon had made sure they would be unstoppable.
A quiet wind swept through the field, rustling the leaves and lifting strands of Leon's red hair. His own thoughts drifted to the long road that had brought him here. It hadn't been easy to integrate two worlds, but with cunning and determination, Leon had forged alliances and eliminated threats.
His shinobi agents were unrivaled—operating in shadows, retrieving classified tech, and occasionally dismantling world-ending schemes in exchange for system points.
He checked his system interface, a subtle flick of his wrist pulling up glowing mission reports. His balance read in the millions—MSP: 17,420,860—an absurd amount. The missions never stopped; every success led to greater rewards, expanding his influence further. Each scroll he handed out was like planting a seed, and now the entire forest of his ambition flourished.
The pitter-patter of little feet approached, and one of his youngest children, a red-haired boy with bright blue eyes, tugged on Leon's cloak.
"Papa, you're it!"
The boy declared with a grin, tapping him before running off.
Leon chuckled, a rare, genuine laugh escaping him. For all his power, wealth, and influence, these moments of joy were what mattered most. He vanished in a flicker, reappearing effortlessly in front of the boy, tagging him gently on the shoulder.
"Got you."
He whispered, grinning as the child squealed with delight and ran off to tag another.
His thoughts, however, soon returned to business. He knew the world beyond his village was stirring—factions like the Brotherhood of Mutants and the X-Men were becoming more active, and the alliances he had built were as delicate as spiderwebs.
Sabretooth's ambush of Logan was the first of many signs that another storyline was starting. He would need to keep a close eye on the events of the first X-Men movie. They were pieces on a chessboard he could not afford to ignore.
The missions never ended. The game never stopped. And Leon Uzumaki always played to win.
With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the system interface. For now, it was time to enjoy a rare moment of peace—because even for someone who rebuilt the shinobi way in a world that never rested, there were some things worth slowing down for.
And for now, as the laughter of his children echoed through the village, that was enough.
In the dim, sterile light of the underground lab deep beneath Uzushiogakure, Leon Uzumaki crossed his arms, satisfied with the outcome of his latest acquisition. The metallic shackles that restrain Sabretooth, Cyclops, and Rogue will soon lay empty, their occupants will be reduced to nothing but dust and memories.
Leon gazed at the lingering unconscious bodies in restrains with cold calculation. Each of their mutations will now become part of his vast collection, stored within his own body and the intricate system that governed his power—abilities waiting to be granted to the next generation of shinobi.
Cyclops' mutation, the concussive force of his optic blasts, would enhance the eye-based jutsu already unique to his Hidden Village. His mind raced with possibilities—creating a new Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai, a fusion of chakra-based ocular techniques and Cyclops' devastating precision.
The Hyūga and Uchiha clans would soon have formidable competition, and he already planned to hand-select shinobi who could wield this new power.
Leon smirked.
"Another piece for the board."
Cyclops had always been the obedient soldier, and now even his strength would serve Leon's grand design.
Next, he turned to Sabretooth's body. The feral mutant's regeneration and heightened senses were a perfect fit for the Inuzuka clan. Sabretooth's brutal abilities, coupled with the Inuzuka's symbiosis with their canine partners, would forge them into apex predators—unstoppable trackers.
The thought of Tsume and Hana Inuzuka, two of his wives, wielding this power with their children made Leon grin with satisfaction.
"They'll love it. And if they don't, well, they'll still use it."
With a final gesture, Sabretooth's body dissolved into dust, his legacy reduced to another weapon in Leon's arsenal.
Leon's gaze finally settled on Rogue. Bound in her unconscious state, she looked almost peaceful—ironic for someone with a power that caused pain to anyone who got too close. Her energy-absorbing mutation was both a gift and a curse, one that had shaped her life as an outcast.
Leon knelt beside her unconscious body, brushing a lock of her hair from her face.
"If only..."
He muttered. He had been genuinely curious about what kind of children they might have created—powerful hybrids of chakra and mutant DNA. But Rogue's gift was also a death sentence. Even with his immense strength and regenerative abilities, he couldn't risk intimacy with her.
"Such a waste."
He stood slowly, his expression devoid of regret.
"But your mutation... it will serve me well."
Leon reached out, his palm glowing faintly with chakra as he absorbed Rogue's powers. The familiar tingle of the System interface confirmed the integration of her ability into his expanding catalog of mutations and Kekkei Genkai. Her body crumbled to ash moments later, carried away by an unseen current of air.
With the three mutants gone, Leon turned toward the control console embedded in the far wall. The lab's machinery hummed quietly, monitoring the flow of energy within him.
He scrolled through his system's interface, reviewing his ever-growing list of powers—an almost overwhelming combination of chakra techniques, advanced technology, mutant gifts, and mystical abilities.
The sheer scope of it was staggering, but Leon wasn't content to stop there. His vision was limitless, and every ability he gained brought him closer to his ultimate goal: to create a new world, one where his Hidden Village would reign supreme—unmatched, unchallenged, and eternal.
"Only the strong survive. And I'll make the strongest followers of them all."
He gave one last glance to the empty tables, then tapped a command on the console. The shackles retracted with a metallic clink, disappearing into the floor.
With a flourish of his cloak, Leon turned and left the lab. The doors slid shut behind him with a hiss, sealing the room—and the memories of the fallen mutants—forever.
The System chimed softly in his mind. New abilities acquired. Kekkei Genkai unlocked.
Leon's smirk widened. He wasn't just building a shinobi village; he was building a dynasty, one that would span worlds.
"And this? This is just the beginning."
Leon's smirk vanished the moment a System notification flashed across his vision, his eyes narrowing at the implications.
Ding!
[Invasion Quest: Defend your World]
[Objective: Successfully Defeat Invader within 72 Hours]
[Invasion Countdown: 6 Days Remaining]
[Warning: A rift to another world is opening. Prepare for hostile encounters and unpredictable changes to the environment.]
His gaze lingered on the words "Invasion Location: Wakanda."
"Wakanda… Tch. Of all places."
Leon knew better than to underestimate the African nation. Wakanda wasn't just a technologically advanced civilization—it was a fortress of secrecy, vibranium, and warrior tradition. Even with his power and the resources of his Hidden Village, invading Wakanda was always a hassle left only for a last-resort scenario.
Their leader, T'Chaka, had proven himself both cunning and relentless, and if the situation escalated, Leon could easily find himself fighting a two-front war—against both the invaders and the Wakandans.
And now? The Invasion Quest left him with no choice but to act.
Leon opened his System interface, scrolling through the detailed breakdown of the quest parameters.
72 hours to repel the invaders once the rift opens. Six days to prepare. Possible environmental changes. Unknown hostile entities with unpredictable abilities.
A strategic frown crossed his face. He had no way of knowing who—or what—was coming through the rift. Wakanda's defenses were formidable, but they weren't built to handle the supernatural or multiversal threats that Leon suspected would arrive. At least not alone.
He needed to move quickly—preparing his shinobi, gathering intel, and ensuring that the rift did not disrupt his broader plans.
He sent a command summoning his elite Anbu Black Ops unit. A swirl of smoke filled the room as several masked shinobi materialized, kneeling before him.
Their masks bore different animal motifs—Owl, Raven, Fox, Dragon, and Hawk among them—but all wore the same emotionless expression. These were his best operatives, trained to handle the most delicate and dangerous missions.
"Listen carefully."
Leon said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.
"A dimensional rift is going to open in Wakanda in six days. I need recon immediately. Your mission is to infiltrate Wakanda, assess their defenses, and monitor for any signs of the rift. Stay in the shadows and out of sight. I don't want T'Challa knowing you're there—yet."
The Anbu operatives nodded, vanishing in bursts of smoke to carry out his orders.
Leon tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering his next steps.
He needed MSP, equipment, and supplies deployed to a forward position outside Wakanda's borders. Wakanda may not be friendly, but if Leon could broker a temporary alliance, they could handle the invaders together. If not? He'd take control by force.
The powers he'd recently gained from Cyclops, Sabretooth, and Rogue would give his shinobi the edge they needed. He would assign Sabretooth's powers to the Inuzuka clan, while select Dōjutsu specialists would receive Cyclops' optic-based mutation.
He pulled up his System Store. With millions of MSP, he could purchase high-end technology, vehicles, and advanced defenses for the upcoming mission. But something caught his eye—Rift Stabilizers, an expensive but vital item that could restrict the rift's spread and prevent hostile environmental changes.
Without hesitation, Leon spent a significant amount of his MSP on a batch of stabilizers, ensuring the rift wouldn't spiral out of control the moment it opened.
Leon weighed his options.
Option 1: Diplomacy—Approach Wakanda under the guise of offering assistance, leveraging his technological resources to collaborate against the invaders. It would be dangerous, but an alliance might keep Wakanda from becoming a second front.
Option 2: Stealth and Control—Keep his forces in the shadows. If Wakanda was overrun or weakened by the rift, Leon's shinobi could seize critical points and take control from within.
Leon clasped his hands behind his back, his golden eyes glinting. Six days was enough time for him to fortify his forces, prepare contingency plans, and ensure he had full control of the situation—no matter what.
"Let's see how far your walls can hold, T'Chaka."
Leon murmured to himself, a dangerous smile curling his lips.
With a flick of his wrist, the room's lights dimmed.
"Now, let's get to work."
The rift was coming. And Leon Uzumaki would be ready.
Name: Leon Uzumaki/Leon Petrov
Kekkei Genkai: Uzumaki, Wood Release, Dust Release, Lava Release
Elemental Affinity: Wind, Fire, Earth, Water, Lighting, Yang
Chakra level: Sage of Six Paths
Chakra Control: Rank EX
Taijutsu: Power Rank S, Technique Rank S
Shurikenjutsu: Rank A
Kenjutsu: Rank A
Fuinjutsu: Rank S
Genjutsu: Rank C
Ninjutsu: Rank S
Templates:
+Naruto Ashura mode, Sage of Six Paths, Rank A
+Yamato, Jonin, Rank A
+Onoki, Kage, Rank S Ninja
+Harold Finch, Rank S Mechanical Engineering and Rank S Computer Science
Divinity: 18%