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After ensuring Naruto was stabilized and resting in his room, Satria made his way to Fran's room. He paused outside the door and knocked gently.

"Fran, are you there?" he called out softly.

The sound of small, hurried footsteps approached the door. It opened, revealing Fran, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and worry. Before Satria could say another word, she lunged forward and hugged him tightly.

"Satria! You were amazing out there, but..." her voice quivered as she buried her face into his chest. "Please, don't do anything that dangerous again. I was so scared... I don't want to lose you forever."

Satria was taken aback by her sincerity, his heart softening. He gently placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair to comfort her.

"For someone to care about me this much..." he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "It makes me really happy, Fran. Thank you for being a part of my life. I promise, I'll be more careful."

Their tender moment was interrupted by a sharp voice that came from within the room.

"I don't know what the hell is happening, but get away from Fran this instant!"

The sentient sword, Shishou, floated into view, its blade gleaming and vibrating with agitation. Its voice was filled with protective indignation.

"Shishou!" Fran exclaimed, stepping back slightly. "Satria wasn't doing anything wrong!"

"I don't care! You're a young girl, and he's—he's trouble! You're not old enough to understand his tricks!" the sword retorted.

Satria sighed, crossing his arms. "Seriously? After everything we've been through, you still don't trust me? You make me sad."

Fran stomped her foot, her cheeks puffing slightly in frustration. "Shishou, stop it! Satria saved my life, and he's my friend. Don't treat him like he's some kind of villain!"

The sword hesitated, then gave a reluctant grumble. "Fine... but I'm watching you, Satria. Don't think for a second I'll let my guard down."

Satria chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Fair enough. But you might want to learn how to relax a little. Stress isn't good for... blades like you."

Fran giggled at the exchange, her earlier tension fading. "Thank you, Satria. I'm glad you're okay."

Satria smiled warmly. "Anything for you, Fran."

•

As Satria lounged at the table, he watched the sentient sword bustling about in the kitchen. It was a surreal sight, one he never expected to witness.

'To think I'd live to see a sword cooking for me. My life just keeps getting weirder and weirder in this new world.' he mused internally, shaking his head with a small grin.

"Shishou! What are you making for us? It smells amazing!" Fran's excitement was palpable as she leaned over the table, her nose twitching at the heavenly aroma wafting through the room.

"This, my dear Fran, is Special Fried Chicken with Otherworld Spices! And now..." The sword raised a spatula dramatically. "It's READY!"

With a flourish, the sword presented the dish. Golden-brown fried chicken, glistening and fragrant, lay beautifully arranged on a plate. Fran's eyes sparkled as her stomach growled audibly.

"Can I eat it now, Shishou?" she asked eagerly, already reaching for a piece.

"Of course! Enjoy to your heart's content!" the sword declared proudly.

Fran dove in without hesitation, savoring each bite with gusto. Her expression lit up as the flavors burst in her mouth.

"Delicious~! Satria, aren't you going to eat? Shishou's cooking is amazing!" she said between bites, her cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.

Satria, however, was still staring at his plate, looking mildly unsatisfied. "Something's... missing," he said thoughtfully.

The sword, taken aback, sputtered. "Missing? What do you mean 'missing'? What could possibly be missing from my masterpiece?"

Without answering, Satria casually opened the Dimension Chat Shop.

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[Welcome to Dimensional Chat Shop]

Your coins: 42,500©

[Rice: 10©]

[Fried Rice: 20©]

[Nasi Bakul (For 5 people): 30©]

You successfully purchased Nasi Bakul

Your coins: 42,470©

[Teh Pucuk Jumbo (1360 mL): 10©]

You successfully purchased Teh Pucuk Jumbo

Your coins: 42,460©

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With a flick of his wrist, Satria summoned a traditional Nasi Bakul (a basket of rice) and a bottle of Teh Pucuk from his inventory.

"Now this is complete. Without rice, it's not really a meal," he said with a smirk, scooping up a portion of rice and adding the fried chicken to his plate. He then dug in with his bare hands, eating with the practiced ease of someone who had done it his whole life.

"Feel free to take some rice, Fran, if you want."

Fran blinked, intrigued by Satria's approach. She grabbed a piece of fried chicken, scooped some rice onto her plate, and tentatively tried to eat with her hands like him.

"Hold it right there!" The sword's voice boomed, stopping her in her tracks. "No! You are not allowed to eat with your bare hands like him. It's unhygienic!"

Satria glanced up, a piece of chicken halfway to his mouth. "How rude. Eating with your hands is a proud tradition in my country. It actually enhances the taste of the food. Don't knock it till you try it, Bobon."

The sword froze. "Bobon? Who's Bobon?"

Satria smirked, suppressing a laugh. "He's a legendary chef from my homeland. The Grandmaster Chef, a true culinary genius. Considering your cooking skills, I think you're worthy of his name. So, what do you think? Should I call you Master Bobon from now on?"

The sword paused, considering the honor. Then, with a proud hum, it replied, "Hehe, so you've finally recognized my culinary prowess! Very well. From this day forth, you may address me as Master Bobon!"

Satria gave him a slow, mocking clap. "Congratulations, Master Bobon. Your name is now as great as your cooking."

Fran giggled as she stuffed another bite into her mouth. "Satria's right! Master Bobon's fried chicken is even better with rice!"

Satria pointed his finger at Fran in mock sternness. "But don't talk with your mouth full, Fran. That's bad manners."

Fran nodded obediently, her cheeks full of food, and continued eating happily. Meanwhile, Satria leaned back, finally satisfied.

•

Satria, Fran, and Bobon sat sat together in Fran's room, discussing her training. The atmosphere was casual, though the topic at hand was anything but light.

"I believe healing skills should be her priority," Bobon declared firmly. "Survival is paramount, and a good healer is invaluable in any situation. Fran should master those first."

Fran, however, found her sensei's lecture dull. Her eyelids drooped as Bobon delved delved deeper into his rationale, his tone as serious as if they were planning a world-saving strategy.

"Fran, are you even listening?" Bobon asked, noticing her waning attention.

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled half-heartedly, leaning onto Satria's lap. Within moments, she was sound asleep, her soft breathing breaking the silence.

Bobon sighed. "She's already asleep? I'm not even done yet..."

Satria gently patted Fran's head, his voice low but teasing. "Idiot. Of course, she's bored. You're explaining the RPG version of healing skills like it's a dissertation. She's just a little girl, not a textbook."

Bobon bristled. "My explanations are not boring! They're informative and—wait, why are you still here? Don't think I'm letting you sleep with her, you fool. Leave!"

Before Satria could respond, Fran mumbled in her sleep, "Satria... Shishou... I love you both... Please don't fight... I'll become stronger for you..."

The room fell silent. Satria sighed, a small smile crossing his lips. "Fine, I'm going," he whispered. He carefully laid Fran on the bed, making sure she was comfortable before standing. 

Turning to Bobon, Satria's expression grew serious. "Bobon, can you protect her when I'm not around? Fran probably won't accept anyone's protection outright—she's stubborn and wants to grow stronger through her own efforts. But this world isn't kind to kids, and death is always a possibility."

Bobon paused, observing the man in front of him. Beneath Satria's playful and sarcastic demeanor, he could sense genuine care and a deep bond with Fran. It was clear he wasn't just here out of obligation; he truly wanted Fran to thrive.

Even so, something about Satria unsettled Bobon. There was a side to him that felt hidden, something difficult to pinpoint. It wasn't malevolent, but it was complex, layered.

"I'll protect her," Bobon said, his tone softer. "As her guardian, it's my duty to ensure she grows strong enough to protect herself one day. I'll guard her with everything I have until that time comes."

Satria nodded. "Good. I'm counting on you, Master Bobon."

The sword hesitated before speaking again. "But... I worry about her attachment to you. Fran would do anything for your sake, even if it puts her in harm's way. That could be dangerous for her."

Satria didn't reply immediately. He glanced at the sleeping girl, his eyes softening. "I know," he said finally. "But that's why I'll make sure to always be someone she can rely on. Someone she doesn't have to sacrifice everything for."

With that, Satria turned and left the room, leaving Bobon to watch over Fran. The sword sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and unease.

'This guy... He's not as simple as he seems. But for now, Fran is safe. And that's all that matters.'

•

He carried the journal of the First Emperor, the legendary Qin Shi Huang, and returned to his own quarters. The ancient tome was heavy in his hands, both in weight and the gravitas of the history it contained.

Settling into a chair, Satria opened the worn cover, and the world of the past unfolded before him. The words written by the emperor himself detailed not just his rise to power, but the trials, suffering, and regrets that shaped his path to greatness.

The early pages painted a grim picture of Qin Shi Huang's childhood. Born into royalty but abandoned as a political hostage in the outskirts of Handan, the young prince endured seven years of torment. He lived as a symbol of Zhao's hatred for Qin, a lone boy surrounded by people who saw him as the embodiment of their grief and vengeance.

Loathed and mistreated, the prince experienced every form of despair. Each day was a struggle, a test of his will to survive. Yet, even amidst this storm of hatred, his life was forever changed when she appeared: Chun-Yan, his caretaker and last loyal guardian.

"For the first time, I felt warmth—a sense of family I had never known," the journal read.

Chun-Yan protected him from the hostility of Handan's people. She shielded him from their curses, soothed his wounds, and gave him hope. In her, he found not just a savior, but a mother figure and a hero.

But the young prince bore a curse of his own. His pain was unique, not just metaphorically, but literally. The resentment and hatred directed toward him were absorbed into his body, manifesting as physical and emotional suffering. The burden was immense, yet he endured it with a smile, determined not to break.

"It's incredible he remained sane, let alone rose to become a great emperor," Satria muttered, his admiration for the man growing. "Even Naruto's suffering pales in comparison to this."

Chun-Yan's guidance gave the prince purpose. She taught him to see beyond the hatred and to aspire to be a better person, despite the world's cruelty. Her words, though simple, carried profound wisdom:

"A great ruler does not seek vengeance but harmony. Protect the innocent, even if the world is unkind to you."

"One who never doubts... never yields... never relies... and always stands as the leader of his people. That is what makes a king."

For the first time, the young prince believed in a brighter future.

But this happiness was short-lived.

When the time came for him to return to Qin as its crown prince, tragedy struck. On the journey, soldiers from Zhao ambushed his caravan. Their intent was clear: revenge.

Caught off guard, the prince watched in horror as Chun-Yan sacrificed herself to protect him. Her death was swift, but her loss carved an unhealing wound in his soul.

"I was weak. Too weak to save her. I vowed never to be powerless again," the journal stated.

From that moment, the boy became a man of unyielding resolve. He dedicated his life to becoming the greatest ruler the world had ever seen. Qin Shi Huang's techniques were forged through this determination, each one a testament to his willpower and his promise to Chun-Yan.

Techniques of the First Emperor:

Chi You: martial art style created by Qin Shi Huang. It comprises five different fighting styles and it is considered to be the ultimate martial art. Qin Shi Huang mastered the techniques during his battle with the Demon God, Chiyou. After beating him, Qin Shi Huang named his martial art style after him. Each of the five fighting styles are named after one of the five tools of war that Chiyou is believed to have created: Crossbow, Sword, Halberd, Spear and Armor.

Heavenly Hand of Defense: intercepts an attack and absorbs the energy of its force. After taking the force of an attack into his body, Qin Shi Huang is able to redirect it back at his opponent.

Mount Tai Dragon Claw: pierces through his opponent's body by stabbing them with the zhijiatao on either his right hand or left hand.

Tortoise Ripple: using his eyes to see the flow of Qi in a person's body and the cruxes along that flow in the form of stars, fires an invisible bullet of air from his mouth to hit one of the stars he sees.

White Tiger Crescent Moon: lifts up his right leg and proceeds to swing his kick in a crescent arc.

Satria closed the journal, his expression thoughtful.

"Path of the Emperor, huh?" he murmured. "It sounds troublesome... yet, admirable."

The story stirred something within him. He hadn't given much thought to his own dreams in this life, but a spark was ignited. Qin Shi Huang's journey was a reminder of the potential for greatness within anyone, even those who began with nothing but suffering.

From within, Fatalis purred with delight.

"It has begun, my boy," the dragon's voice echoed in his mind. "The seed of ambition has taken root. Worry not, for I shall guide you to the new height."

Satria smirked, feeling the beginnings of a new resolve. His path might be different, but like the First Emperor, he would carve his destiny, no matter the obstacles.

•

Naruto groaned as he opened his eyes, blinking against the soft light of sun filtering into the room. His hand instinctively went to his chest, feeling a faint ache where the wound once was. His fingers brushed against smooth, unbroken skin.

"Where... am I? Aghhh!" He winced as a wave of phantom pain shot through him, clutching his chest in reflex.

"Yes... I lost." The admission stung more than any injury, and his voice carried the weight of disappointment.

From within, Kurama stirred, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and curiosity.

"You finally awake, brat? How does the bitter taste of defeat suit you?"

Naruto sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "It's bitter, that's for sure."

Before Kurama could retort, another voice cut in, this time from Son Goku.

"If you two are done moping, can you explain this? Because I think our sisters are losing their minds over here."

Confused, Naruto turned his attention inward, where the Tailed Beasts' collective chakra realm resided. What he saw made his jaw drop.

Matatabi, Kokuo, and Saiken were acting... unusual.

"Mya~ I never knew his power could provide such warmth," Matatabi purred, her tone unusually sultry. "I need more of it."

"Hmm... That gentleman is very intriguing," Kokuo added, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity. "His touch was... delightful. I'd like to understand him better."

"I agree, sister~" Saiken chimed in, her voice practically dripping with satisfaction. "His energy is unlike anything I've felt before."

Naruto's face turned crimson, and he waved his hands frantically. "What the hell is going on here?! Why are you all acting like this?!"

"We don't want to hear that nonsense!" Shukaku yelled, his voice gruff and filled with frustration. "Enough with the lovey-dovey talk! You're all embarrassing yourselves!"

"They've been like this ever since that guy healed your body with his weird energy," Gyuki explained, his voice steady but laced with confusion. "It's like something in his power is affecting them... but I've never seen anything like this before."

Naruto slapped his forehead, exasperated. "You're telling me his healing technique somehow made the Tailed Beasts act like this?!"

"I don't know what it is," Son Goku growled. "But whatever it was, it clearly messed with their body. Now they won't stop with the moaning and weird comments."

Naruto sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his head. "Fine. I'll ask him about it later. But seriously... this is just too weird."

Kurama snorted. "Weird doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're smart, you'll think twice before letting him heal you again."

"Noted," Naruto muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But right now, I just want some peace."

"Good luck with that," Kurama retorted dryly as the other Tailed Beasts continued their strange behavior in the background.

•

Adventure Guild, Alessa City

The room was abuzz with murmurs of concern and speculation as the city's strongest adventurers gathered at the guild hall. At the center of it all stood the guild master, a burly man with a commanding presence. Beside him, an elf with sleek black hair and sharp green eyes crossed her arms, impatience etched across her face.

"Let's get to the point. Why were we called here so urgently?" she demanded, her voice calm but edged with irritation.

The guild master sighed, leaning on the massive oak table before him. "An army of monsters is on its way, and they'll reach Alessa within the week. We need everyone capable of wielding a weapon to stand and defend this city."

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room. One of the elf's party members, a redheaded warrior with a scar running down his cheek, narrowed his eyes. "And how do you know this? Where's the proof?"

The guild master allowed himself a faint smile. "The information comes from a group of extraordinary individuals. They're new to the guild, but I trust them completely. In fact, they'll be helping us lead the defense effort."

The room fell silent as three figures entered through the doors. All eyes turned to Satria, Naruto, and Fran.

Naruto wore his usual grin, his energy infectious even in the tense atmosphere. Fran stood quietly, her stoic expression betraying nothing, while Satria exuded a calm confidence that seemed to draw attention without effort.

A ripple of doubt ran through the gathered adventurers.

"These are the people you're counting on?" a tanned man with striking white hair scoffed, stepping forward. He sneered as he sized up the trio. "Rookies. Why should we believe they're capable of protecting the city, let alone leading us?"

Naruto scratched the back of his head and chuckled, trying to defuse the tension. "Hey, no need to judge a book by its cover, right?"

Fran, meanwhile, simply glared at the man, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her sword.

Satria, unbothered by the insult, took a step forward, meeting the man's gaze with a smirk. "It's not about whether you believe in us or not," he said calmly. "It's about whether you care enough to protect your city. If you don't, then feel free to sit this one out. Just don't expect any glory when the battle's won."

The room fell into an awkward silence as Satria's words hung in the air.

The elf raised an eyebrow, studying the trio with newfound curiosity. "Bold words for someone we've never seen fight," she said, her tone almost teasing.

"Then watch us," Fran spoke for the first time, her voice quiet but firm. "We'll show you what we're capable of."

The guild master clapped his hands, breaking the tension. "Enough. We don't have time for squabbling. These three have already proven themselves to me, and you'll see for yourselves soon enough. For now, focus on preparing for the battle ahead."

Though the room remained filled with doubt and skepticism, the guild members reluctantly nodded and began discussing strategy.

The elf gave Satria one last appraising look before turning away. "Let's see if you can back up your words, rookies."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as the blonde elf mage crossed her arms, glaring at Satria's group. "Are you sure they can save our town? They're just nameless adventurers. And why bring children into this? This isn't a place for them."

Fran stiffened, but before she could respond, Satria placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, keeping her calm.

The long-haired red-haired female warrior chuckled, stepping forward with a sly grin. Her striking green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, I think they're handsome enough. Prove yourselves useful, and maybe I'll reward one of you with... something fun." She winked at Satria and Naruto, her flirtatious tone drawing a groan from her companions.

"Bah!" The tanned, white-haired man scoffed, puffing out his chest and stomping toward Satria's group. "If anyone here is useful, it's me. I don't see anything impressive from the likes of you two—just pretty faces with no skill. Go home before you embarrass yourselves... Or, if you prefer, I can teach you a painful lesson." He smirked, raising his spear menacingly.

Satria raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "Not impressed with you either. Big talk, small... Pepe."

Before anyone could react, the white-haired man's pants suddenly dropped to the floor, revealing his underwhelming undergarments to everyone in the room. A stunned silence filled the air.

The elf mage's jaw dropped. "That's... undoubtedly small."

The red-haired warrior covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. "How shameless."

Fran tilted her head curiously, only to have Bobon, in his sword form, swiftly shield her eyes. "Fran, don't look! You're too young for this unholy sight!"

The white-haired man's face turned beet red as he scrambled to cover himself. "W-What?! How did this happen? When?! You!!!" He pointed a trembling finger at Satria. "You did this to me, didn't you?! Some kind of magic trick!"

Satria raised his hands innocently. "Me? I just stood here. You're the one showing off your small Pepe to the entire room. Are you not ashamed to have this exhibitionist as part of your party?" He turned his gaze to the black-haired elf, clearly the leader of the group.

The elf closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply. "You're not making a good case for us, Galen."

"Shut up!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" Galen bellowed in rage, raising his spear and lunging at Satria.

But before the attack could land, Naruto appeared between them, calm and collected. With just a single finger, he stopped the tip of Galen's spear in its tracks.

Snap!

The spear shattered into pieces as Naruto applied the slightest pressure.

The room fell silent once more, everyone staring in disbelief.

Naruto sighed and scratched the back of his head. "You really shouldn't pick fights with us. It won't end well for you."

Satria crossed his arms and smirked. "Well, Galer, any more bright ideas? Or should we call it a day before you lose more than just your dignity?"

Galen turned pale, stepping back cautiously, his pride in tatters.

The red-haired warrior burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "Now that was entertaining! Maybe you lot are worth keeping around after all."

Naruto crossed his arms, his expression hard as he looked around the room filled with adventurers. "Is this really the best group you have, Mr. Guild Master?" he asked, his tone tinged with disappointment.

The guild master let out a weary sigh. "Unfortunately... yes."

"Don't look down on—" one adventurer began, but his voice trailed off as Naruto unleashed a wave of demonic aura.

The oppressive energy filled the room, causing the weaker adventurers to tremble in fear. Some of the furniture cracked under the pressure, and the once-confident white-haired man collapsed in a dead faint.

The black-haired elf smirked, clearly unfazed by the display. She licked her lips seductively. "Hmm~ So intense. I like it."

Naruto ignored her, his voice calm but menacing. "Do not test my patience." He turned his piercing gaze to the room, silencing any objections before continuing. "Here's the reality: there's an army of monsters outside—thousands of them, powerful and ready to destroy everything in their path. Let's not kid ourselves. No one in this room can stop them. Except for me... or him." He gestured toward Satria, who stood leaning casually against the wall with a smirk.

The room erupted in murmurs of concern, the adventurers looking to the guild master for guidance.

One of the braver souls finally spoke up. "What should we do, then?"

Naruto's expression softened slightly. "Instead of throwing your lives away, I need you all to focus on evacuating the townspeople. Protect them, guide them to safety, and keep the streets clear. Leave the front lines to us. Satria and I will deal with the monsters."

Fran, standing beside Satria, clenched her fists and took a determined step forward. "Naruto-san! Please allow me to join you. I don't want to be a burden—I want to fight by your side."

Naruto placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. "Fran, we've talked about this. Your time to shine will come, but for now, focus on staying safe."

Before Fran could protest further, a striking red-haired woman stepped forward. Her armor gleamed under the light, and her confident demeanor drew everyone's attention. "If you two are heading to the front lines, count me in. The name's Amanda, A-Rank adventurer. And you, handsome?" She directed her question at Naruto, her gaze lingering on him.

Naruto met her eyes, unimpressed by her flirtation. "Just call me Patronus," he said curtly, turning back to the guild master.

Amanda smirked, unfazed. "Well, Patronus, I hope you live up to that intimidating aura of yours. I'll make sure the town is safe, but don't hog all the fun."

Naruto nodded. "Good. Then let's move. Time is running out."

As the adventurers began organizing the evacuation, Satria clapped Naruto on the back. "Not bad, Patronus. You've got a knack for inspiring fear and compliance."

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Just focus on the fight ahead, Satria. We've got a monster army to crush."

•

Naruto turned to Satria with a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Are you really sure about letting Fran join us? This isn't just a sparring session—it's a battlefield!"

Satria shrugged nonchalantly, popping the cap off a bottle of Coca-Cola. "Why not? It's the perfect opportunity for some real-world training. Besides, she's tougher than she looks."

Before Naruto could argue further, a panicked shout rang out from the city walls.

"THEY'RE COMING!"

Gasps and murmurs of fear spread through the adventurers as the monstrous horde came into view. A wave of grotesque creatures stretched across the horizon, their snarls and growls echoing ominously. But the true terror lay at the back of the horde: a massive nearly 50-meter tall black dragon with glowing crimson eyes, its scales shimmering with an almost divine aura.

"It's... it's the Divine Dragon," one adventurer stammered.

"An S-Rank monster... we're done for."

"No way we can win against that!"

"Forget this—I'm outta here!"

The adventurers began scattering in panic, abandoning their posts and each other.

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Dimensional Chat

King of Knights: "What a disgrace! Such cowardice is unbecoming of warriors!"

Kazuma-sama: "Hey, running away is a perfectly valid survival strategy. Even someone as amazing as me knows that."

Evil Spirit: "Amazing coward, you mean."

Esdeath: "This is excellent training for the kitten. She'll grow stronger through this trial."

Cookies Maniac: "They're completely outnumbered! How are they going to win? Will Fran be okay?"

Pervert Sage: "Relax, young lady. Those two will protect her with their lives."

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Naruto turned to Fran, his face etched with concern. "Fran-chan, are you really sure about this? It's going to be dangerous—more dangerous than anything you've faced before."

Fran nodded firmly, unsheathing her sword. "Yes, I'll do my best to help you both. I'm not afraid."

Amanda, standing beside Fran, gave her a confident smile and rested her spear on her shoulder. "Don't worry, handsome. I'll keep an eye on her and protect her with my life if need be."

Naruto softened at Amanda's determination. "Thank you, Amanda-chan. Let's do this together, Satria!"

He dashed toward the monster horde, his chakra flaring around him like a blazing inferno.

"Malas Bang." Meanwhile, Satria pulled a chair from his new skill called dimensional inventory, set it up on the city wall, and leaned back, sipping his Coca-Cola leisurely.

Amanda glanced at him, incredulous. "You're just going to sit there? Your friend's charging headfirst into an army, and you're drinking without care of the world?!"

Satria waved a dismissive hand. "Relax. He's fine. That guy can solo this entire horde if he feels like it. No need for me to break a sweat yet."

Fran, standing near Satria, let out a frustrated sigh. 'Why is he sometimes so silly and lazy?' she thought, gripping her sword tightly.

Despite her annoyance, she turned her attention back to Naruto, who was already cutting through the frontlines of the monster army with precision and power. She steadied herself, her resolve firm. "If Naruto-san can do it, I can too!"

Amanda laughed, patting Fran on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, kiddo. Let's show them what we're made of!"

Satria chuckled from his chair, lifting his drink in a mock toast. "Go get 'em, Fran. Make me proud."

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Dimensional Chat

Kazuma-sama: "How can this guy be so calm when the city's on the verge of annihilation?"

King of Knights: "Don't bother trying to understand him. He's a lost cause."

Evil Spirit: "Lost cause? I think he's adorable."

Robin: "Unpredictable. It's impossible to tell what he'll do next. That randomness makes him dangerous."

Spider-Man: "Not gonna lie, Satria gives off major Deadpool vibes."

Esdeath: "This is likely his unique teaching method for Fran."

Emilia: "Teaching her during such a dangerous time?!"

Esdeath: "Lessons learned in life-or-death situations leave the strongest impressions. This is the right time to test her resolve."

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Naruto stood at the frontlines, unfazed by the massive monster army charging at him. His eyes flared with determination as he made his move.

"Shukaku!"

"Go KILL THEM ALL!!!"

The sand stirred violently, forming into massive waves that towered over the battlefield. With a single command, the sand surged forward, burying and crushing countless monsters in its path.

"Graaaaaa!!!"

Bobon was in awe. "What insane power! Who is this guy?"

Amanda, meanwhile, was left speechless. "No way... That isn't magic. Humans shouldn't be able to wield such strength."

Naruto didn't stop there. He closed his eyes briefly, calling forth another ally.

"Matatabi!"

A sultry voice answered in his mind. "Ah~ Satria..."

Naruto furrowed his brow. "Excuse me, but we're in the middle of a battle. Can you help me first, Matatabi-san?"

"Kyaa! Don't surprise me like that, brat! Fine, finish this quickly, then introduce me to him properly."

With Matatabi's chakra flowing into him, Naruto imbued his Rasenshuriken with blue flames, hurling it toward the advancing horde. The fiery windstorm incinerated dozens of monsters, leaving only ashes in its wake.

A massive Cyclops loomed behind Naruto, raising its club to strike. Without hesitation, Naruto's eyes transformed into the legendary ripple pattern of the Rinnegan.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A shockwave erupted from Naruto, obliterating the Cyclops and sending debris flying.

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Dimensional Chat

Cookies Maniac: "Naruto-san is unbelievably strong!"

King of Knights: "As expected from my Naruto."

Robin: "Hard to believe Satria defeated him in a duel. Just unreal."

Esdeath: "Naruto was clearly holding back against him."

Evil Spirit: "Ara~ Ara~ Lost is lost, Esdeath-san. Accept it."

Kazuma-sama: "Actually, Naruto didn't use his full power like when he was fighting the demon in Peter world. So... maybe?"

Pervert Sage: "Those eyes... That's the Rinnegan."

Spider-Man: "Rinnegan? What's that?"

Pervert Sage: "An ancient legend from my world. The Rinnegan's wielder is said to either become a 'God of Creation' to bring peace or a 'God of Destruction' to annihilate everything."

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Naruto's relentless attacks wiped out the majority of the monster horde, leaving only the Black Dragon.

Meanwhile, Fran and Amanda held their ground, fending off smaller monsters approaching their position.

"Don't give up!" Satria called from his seat, reclining lazily with his drink in hand. "Show them the GIRL POWER! I'm helping with my prayers—don't forget it!"

Bobon growled growled in irritation. "You MORON! Get over here and actually help us instead of spouting nonsense!"

Satria stood up casually and waved a hand. "Fine, fine. I summon you, Ariel!"

With a flash of light, a blue, cat-like creature appeared. Vaporeon or Ariel immediately rubbed against Satria, earning a fond chuckle. "Hello, sweetheart. Daddy needs your help to defeat the bad monsters with my friends, okay?"

Ariel gave a determined nod before leaping into the fray.

Amanda stared, dumbfounded. "Did he really just send that cute little thing into battle?!"

Fran blushed, struggling to explain. "I... I'm sorry about his behavior. But once you get to know him, you'll see he's... a good person."

Back on the battlefield, a massive explosion erupted as Naruto destroyed the final wave of the monster horde, leaving only the Black Dragon.

"This is... the power of a god," Amanda whispered, awe-struck by the devastation Naruto had caused.

Bobon crossed his arms, sighing. "Looks like we weren't needed at all. I feel useless now."

Satria sipped his drink, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Rinnegan, huh? Now this is getting interesting."

The Black Dragon roared in fury, baring its fangs before lunging at Naruto with ferocious speed.

"Kurama, ready?" Naruto clasped his hands in a praying gesture, his body radiating a brilliant golden light.

Kurama smirked. "This is the perfect time to test it out."

From behind Naruto, an enormous golden form began to take shape—an Asura Kurama, with 100 arms glowing with divine energy.

"100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva, Asura Kurama Mode!" Naruto announced, his voice carrying a divine echo.

"First Hand!"

One of the giant golden hands moved with blinding speed, slapping the Dragon out of mid-air and slamming it into the ground. The earth cracked beneath the Dragon's massive weight as it struggled to rise, its body trembling with anger.

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Dimensional Chat

Spider-Man: "What did I just watch?! An invisible attacks?!"

Robin: "How could he bring down such a gigantic creature with just a simple hand movement?"

King of Knights: "This is the result of Naruto's daily training—dedication forged through sweat and gratitude."

Pervert Sage: "What kind of training?"

King of Knights: "He performs 100,000 punches every day while praying in gratitude, no matter the weather."

Kazuma-sama: "That's insane! The kind of dedication I could never have."

Robin: "Prayers as a training method? Fascinating. I never thought of that." 

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The Dragon roared and gathered dark energy in its maw, firing a devastating ray of destruction straight at Naruto.

Naruto vanished in an instant, teleporting to a safe distance. Reappearing, he made another praying motion, his fingers forming a sign resembling the number ninety-nine.

The Asura Kurama unleashed a relentless flurry of punches, each blow landing with invisible force, striking the Dragon from all sides. The creature roared in agony, its scales cracking and blood spilling from its wounds.

Though battered, the Dragon refused to give up, dragging its broken body to its feet for one final attack.

"You're strong," Naruto acknowledged, closing his eyes in concentration. "But this ends here."

Placing his hands together, Naruto focused all his power into a single point. The Asura Kurama howled as its aura condensed into an overwhelming surge of energy.

"Zero Hand... Mastered."

With a final prayer, the energy erupted in a brilliant flash, consuming the Dragon entirely. When the light faded, nothing remained of the monstrous beast.

Naruto stood over the remnants of the battlefield, his golden aura dissipating. Suddenly, Satria appeared beside him, casually sipping from a drink.

"Well done," Satria said with a grin. "Now that the heavy lifting's done, let's deal with the caster and wrap this up. I'm completely exhausted after this fight."

Naruto's Bijuu collectively groaned in his mind. 'But you didn't do anything.'

Naruto sighed, entering Sage Mode to search for the caster. "Follow me," he instructed.

The two tracked the energy source to a decrepit building at the edge of the battlefield. Inside, they found an old man with a single horn on his forehead, his face twisted in pain.

"You... What have you done?!" the man rasped, trembling as he stared at Naruto and Satria.

"Disturbed your evil plans, apparently," Satria replied nonchalantly. "Now, why don't you explain yourself? We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"You don't understand!" the man wailed. "This was the only way to save our world! Under their rule, we had a chance. Now... now, it's over. It's all over!"

His body began to convulse violently.

"Something's wrong," Naruto muttered, stepping back. "Stay alert!"

The old man screamed in agony as his body exploded, unleashing a gigantic, otherworldly creature that tore through the roof and soared into the sky toward Alessa City.

"Demi Sempak Neptunus! What the hell is that?!" Satria yelled, staring in disbelief.

To be continued...