DC: sasuke uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki

The following morning, Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha found themselves standing before the expansive entrance of Smallville's central library. The building was a stark contrast to the rubble-strewn streets they had helped clear the day before—a symbol of knowledge and potential.

Naruto's gaze wandered to the towering shelves visible through the glass doors. "This place is huge! Do you think we'll actually find anything useful here?"

Sasuke smirked faintly, his Sharingan flickering to life. "We're not leaving until we've absorbed every piece of knowledge this place holds."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Every piece? That's going to take forever."

"Not with shadow clones," Sasuke countered, stepping inside. "And my Sharingan ensures I won't forget a word."

The library staff looked up in surprise as Naruto summoned a hundred clones with a single hand sign. The space, which had been quiet moments before, buzzed with energy as his clones dispersed across the aisles, each grabbing a book and diving into its contents.

Sasuke, meanwhile, adopted a more methodical approach. Activating his Sharingan, he scanned book after book, committing entire pages to memory in mere seconds. His focus was intense, his expression stoic as he absorbed history, science, and philosophy with equal fervour.

Naruto's clones occasionally broke the silence with outbursts.

"Whoa, did you know there's a type of frog that can freeze itself and still survive?"

"Check this out—these humans used to think the Earth was the center of the universe. Crazy, right?"

"Hey, Sasuke! This book says ramen wasn't invented until—"

"Focus," Sasuke snapped, not even glancing up. His tone was sharp, but there was a faint trace of amusement in his eyes.

Hours turned into a full day. By the time the library was ready to close, Naruto and Sasuke had devoured the contents of every book in the building. They stood outside, the moonlight casting long shadows on the pavement.

"That was… exhausting," Naruto admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "But I feel smarter already!"

Sasuke smirked. "Knowledge is power, Naruto. And we'll need every advantage if we're going to survive in this world."

With their minds brimming with newfound knowledge, the duo turned their attention to the internet. In the quiet of their shared temporary lodging, they scoured websites, forums, and news articles, piecing together an understanding of this strange world. One name kept appearing in their searches: Gotham City.

"This place," Sasuke said, pointing to the screen, "is a cesspool of crime and corruption. If we want to make a difference, this is where we should start."

Naruto frowned, his Tenseigan glowing faintly. "Yeah, but there's danger everywhere. What about Los Angeles? It's huge, and there are probably tons of people who need help there too."

A brief silence fell as the two considered their options. Finally, Sasuke nodded. "Then we split up. I'll take Gotham. You handle Los Angeles."

The next morning, the two bid each other a brief but meaningful farewell. Naruto made his way to Los Angeles, while Sasuke set his sights on Gotham City.

Naruto's journey was filled with discovery. The sprawling city of Los Angeles was a stark contrast to the quiet of Smallville. Bright lights, bustling streets, and towering skyscrapers greeted him at every turn. Despite the city's lively appearance, he could sense the undercurrent of struggle beneath its surface.

During the day, Naruto found a job at a ramen shop in the heart of the city. The elderly owner, impressed by his enthusiasm and skill in preparing dishes, hired him on the spot. Naruto found solace in the work, the simple act of cooking reminding him of his time at Ichiraku Ramen back in Konoha.

At night, however, Naruto became a different person. Donning a fox mask and the cloak of the Fourth Hokage—altered to fit his role—he prowled the streets as a vigilante. His Tenseigan allowed him to see danger before it struck, while his chakra-fueled abilities ensured no criminal could escape his grasp.

Sasuke's experience in Gotham City was starkly different. The city was dark, its skyline dominated by jagged buildings and a perpetual haze. Danger lurked around every corner, and Sasuke thrived in it.

By day, he captured villains with surgical precision, leaving law enforcement in awe of his efficiency. By night, he worked alongside Naruto at the ramen shop, utilizing the Flying Thunder God technique they had developed to switch places seamlessly.

Sasuke's attire mirrored Naruto's in style but reflected his darker persona. His mask bore the image of a hawk, and the altered cloak proclaimed him the "Shadow Kage." His Sharingan and Rinnegan were invaluable tools in his quest to cleanse Gotham of its criminal underworld.

The two kept in constant contact, sharing stories of their exploits and strategies for improving their dual lives. Naruto often teased Sasuke about his gruff demeanor, while Sasuke reminded Naruto to stay focused.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling shift at the ramen shop, Naruto leaned back against the counter and sighed. "You know, teme, this is kinda fun. Being a hero during the night and working here during the day—it's like we're living double lives."

Sasuke smirked, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Don't get too comfortable, dobe. This is only the beginning."

Naruto grinned, his energy undiminished. "Yeah, but if anyone can handle it, it's us."

As the moon rose high above the cities they had come to call home, Naruto and Sasuke prepared for another night of heroism. Though their paths had diverged, their bond remained unbreakable, and together, they vowed to bring hope to this new world.