RUMBLE!
The chakra of Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara surged like a tsunami, roaring across the battlefield.
From within the swirling smoke, a lone figure stepped forward—clad in a shredded samurai robe, bells jingling on his head like death's own chimes.
Kenpachi grinned, eyes gleaming with exhilaration.
"That's it!" he howled.
"The legendary Shinobi Gods should be fighting me with everything they've got!"
"To push you both this far—before the real story even begins—is the greatest gift!"
Kenpachi's blood boiled. His body ached from the five-day brawl, but his soul sang louder than ever.
But something strange hung in his words.
Because—Kenpachi was a transmigrator.
In his past life, he'd been a tired, overworked office drone. Anime was his only escape, especially two series: Bleach and Naruto.
Then one day, he collapsed at his desk—dead from exhaustion.
But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the world of Naruto.
Not just anywhere—he'd landed in the Warring States era, just as the Five Great Nations had begun forming.
He might've panicked...
But the system bound to him gave him a single, game-breaking gift:
The template of Zaraki Kenpachi.
It appeared only once. No tutorials. No guides. Just raw power.
But that was all he needed.
Zaraki had been his favorite character—ruthless, instinctive, born to fight. A man who didn't care about politics or morality. He lived for battle.
So now, in this new life, so would he.
He renamed himself Kenpachi, and set the ninja world ablaze.
He didn't need training. The more he fought, the stronger he became.
Soon, the First Raikage of Cloud noticed him and welcomed him as a weapon of war.
In just two years, Kenpachi became Cloud's strongest shinobi—feared across the continent.
By the third year, his power was enough to shake the balance of all five nations.
Naturally, this brought him here—surrounded and hunted by Hashirama, Madara, and Tobirama.
They called him a threat to the ninja world.
But to Kenpachi, it was perfect.
This was the fight he'd been waiting for.
"Hahahaha!"
"Come on! Come at me like your lives depend on it!"
"Victory? Survival? I don't give a damn! I just want the thrill of going all out! Even if I die, who cares?!"
With a maniacal grin, Kenpachi charged the legendary duo again, his Reiatsu flaring violently.
It was time. Five days of brutal battle had built to this final moment.
Far away, Cloud Shinobi looked on in awe and dread.
"Should we… help Lord Kenpachi?" one asked weakly.
"Shut up," said a jōnin grimly. "He's finally enjoying himself."
They knew better than to interfere. Kenpachi didn't tolerate interruptions.
Not even from the First Raikage.
If you stepped into his fight, you might just die first.
Back on the battlefield, sweat ran down Hashirama's face.
"Tobirama!" he shouted.
"Don't hesitate! Now's our only shot—don't miss it!"
Tobirama screamed back, snapping Hashirama out of his stunned daze.
"Madara, go!" Hashirama ordered.
This couldn't wait. Kenpachi's growth had been terrifying. If they failed now, the whole world might bow to his strength.
Even if this move meant death...
Even if he could never use Sage Art again...
So be it.
"Sage Art: Buddha's Wrath!"
Hashirama's colossal Thousand-Handed Buddha slammed forward with crushing force.
Beside him, Madara followed with a swing from his fusion-armored Perfect Susanoo, the blade cleaving the air like judgment itself.
Their combined might was unstoppable.
Now—Tobirama moved.
"Flying Thunder God: Instantaneous Shift Technique!"
A forbidden extension of his teleportation jutsu, Tobirama activated the seal he had secretly placed on Kenpachi days ago.
In an instant, he and Kenpachi swapped places—
Now Kenpachi stood directly in front of the ultimate attack.
Point-blank.
But he didn't flinch.
"Why go to all that trouble?!" Kenpachi roared.
"When you fight—face your enemy head-on! Take their best move with your own body!"
"Don't dodge! That's an insult to their strength!"
"DRINK!!"
He swung his zanpakutō with monstrous force, sending out a wave of sword pressure that tore through the battlefield.
But this time...
It wasn't enough.
The five days of ceaseless combat had worn even him down.
The sword pressure cracked.
Then shattered.
And Kenpachi felt it—death, for the first time.
A sharp, primal fear whispered in the back of his mind.
"Did you hear my voice...?"
"Kenpachi... I've always been with you. Call my name..."
"I can give you greater strength..."
A soft, almost loving voice echoed in his soul.
But Kenpachi just growled.
"SHUT UP!"
"How dare you interrupt my fight!"
"Fear—true fear—is respect for the strong!"
"And when someone makes me feel fear, that means I need to go even HARDER!"
"If I run or hide behind some borrowed power—then what the hell was the point?!"
"Shut up and let me fight!"
He howled, laughing like a madman.
BOOM!
With a roar, Kenpachi released the full power of his Reiatsu.
It exploded from his body like a flood, ten times denser than before.
A titanic slash surged from his blade—hundreds of meters long.
CRASH!
It collided with Hashirama's ultimate move and Madara's fused strike in a blast that shattered the sky.
Everything went silent.
Not even the gods dared to breathe.