Naruto: Dominating with JOJO Gacha

[In the Mountains]

The bandit leader, Hori Masashi, ran for his life.

The recent days of wild indulgence and pride, enjoying women and wealth, flashed one after another before his eyes between his ragged breaths.

The more he recalled, the more fear rose in his heart.

Escape.

He had to escape immediately.

"Shin! Keep making mist!"

Hori Masashi rushed into their bandit den and shouted at a massive clam lying on the ground.

The clam slightly opened its mouth, releasing another thick wave of fog, dense and laced with illusionary power.

The Summoning Beast, Shin.

It originally belonged to the Second Mizukage, Hōzuki Gengetsu. After Gengetsu perished together with Mū in mutual destruction, this powerful summoning beast disappeared without a trace.

Now, many years later, through all kinds of coincidences and encounters, it fell into Hori Masashi's hands, becoming the foundation of his rise.

Hori Masashi was nothing more than a ninja from a small village. He had some talent, and his fighting strength was about the same as an average chūnin of Kirigakure.

Even with Shin, he could not unleash the terrifying destructive power of Hōzuki Gengetsu. He could only use the clam's innate ability, 'Illusionary Art, Mist Tower Mirage.'

He had laid out a vast mist illusion.

Hori Masashi looked back. He did not see Ryosuke's figure inside the mist.

But he did not dare relax even a little.

That was Ryosuke.

The scene of him cutting down the Three-Tails with a single slash was branded into the depths of Hori Masashi's memory.

He could never forget it in his lifetime. He did not believe for a second that this mist, even produced by a summoning beast, could trap that man.

He rushed into his room, pulled a chest out from under the bed, and opened it. A huge pile of gold and jewels glimmered inside, enough for him to live in splendor for the rest of his life.

He hesitated for half a second, then opened a drawer and took out a thick notebook.

Inside were his compiled notes on the "Awakening Lessons."

He stuffed the notebook haphazardly into the chest, snapped it shut, got up, kicked the door open, and rushed outside.

From the impact, the sheet of paper stuck on the door, shook and fell to the ground.

"Hm?"

Hori Masashi was back inside the room again.

The door he had just kicked open was once again blocking him. Even the "Awakening" paper was back on the door, untouched.

A chill ran down his spine.

'What just happened?'

He grabbed the handle, pushed the door open. The "Awakening" paper fell again. He stepped one foot outside.

And once again, he was back inside the room.

The door was tightly shut. The "Awakening" paper was pasted firmly on it again.

Hori Masashi's scalp tingled. It felt like a ghost was pressed against the back of his neck, breathing cold air on him. What was happening before his eyes was far too bizarre.

'Genjutsu?'

'No. Not genjutsu.'

His chakra was flowing normally.

'Then what in the world...' Hori Masashi's thoughts froze.

Because he heard it. The faint sound of pages turning, coming from behind him.

Slowly, he turned around.

Ryosuke was sitting on the bed, flipping through the notebook he had just stuffed into the chest, one page after another.

Gulp!

Hori Masashi swallowed hard.

He had never realized that the sound of swallowing could be so loud in a quiet room, like a meteor plunging into a lake.

"I remember you."

Ryosuke lowered his head, carefully looking at the notebook.

"For a time after lessons ended, you would always come ask me questions. A few times we even talked late into the night."

"Later, you thanked me and gave me a jar of chili sauce you made yourself. That jar is still in my refrigerator. Sasuke and Rei both like it very much."

Snap!

Ryosuke closed the notebook.

"You saw me and ran. That means you know this is wrong. But why did you walk this path? Is it because of..."

Ryosuke's calm gaze fell on the chest in Hori Masashi's hands.

"These things?"

Hori Masashi lowered his head, looking at the chest.

Yes. It was all for these things.

His village had been destroyed in the clashes between the great hidden villages. He had wandered the world, seen much of human suffering, always wanting to do something truly "great," but never finding direction.

He lived in a haze, until one day, he listened to Ryosuke's lessons.

In an instant, he "awoke."

Not long after, by coincidence, Hori Masashi signed a summoning contract with Shin.

"This is destiny's guidance."

He believed his era had come. His blood boiled. He swore to follow in Ryosuke's footsteps and create a new world.

Until…

Gold and women, laid out right in front of him.

The Awakening movement was meant to make people truly human.

But Hori Masashi wanted to go further. He had destiny's guidance, he had power, so why…

"Why can't I become above other men?"

Thud!

The chest fell to the ground.

Hori Masashi drew a kunai from his waist.

"Forgive me, Lord Ryosuke. I should not have used your name to do these things."

He never dared hope to fight Ryosuke.

He pressed the kunai against his own chest.

Ryosuke lifted the notebook in his hand, shook it. "This is all you feel sorry for?"

The notebook was filled with words, many of them scrawled messily from excitement and passion.

If there was anyone Hori Masashi should truly apologize to, it was his past self who once held ideals, and the innocent people he had harmed.

Hori Masashi shook his head slightly.

"To my past self, to those I hurt… honestly, I don't feel sorry."

"Because this is the rule of the world. The rule of man."

"It is precisely because of my past self that I came to understand, 'Greed' is utterly unconquerable."

"Lord Ryosuke, your ideals are beautiful. Everyone who hears them can't help but be enchanted. But…"

He pressed hard. The kunai slowly pierced into his chest, stabbing deep into his heart.

"I do not believe they can be realized."

Hori Masashi collapsed onto the ground.

The look in his eyes toward Ryosuke was full of pity.

He pitied Ryosuke, who, despite possessing overwhelming strength, would never enjoy wealth or taste being above others because of his ideals.

He pitied Ryosuke, who would spend his life chasing a mirage of ideals, never achieving them, even unto death.

"When that time comes… Lord Ryosuke, at the moment of your death, how sorrowful will you be?"

"One last question."

Ryosuke pointed toward the foot of the mountain. "That group of followers of yours…"

"The same as me."

With his final strength, Hori Masashi said, "Their deaths… don't matter…"

Thud!

His corpse collapsed against the door. The "Awakening" paper fell again, covering his face, hiding those lifeless eyes.

Ryosuke stepped past him, opened the door.

Outside, the thick mist had already dispersed. Mei Terumi was pressing forward with the captured bandits.

Whether out of stupidity or stubbornness, even before the door opened, Ryosuke could still hear them shouting.

Even after he pushed open the door, when they saw their leader's corpse, many still refused to believe it, shouting that it must be an illusion, kneeling on the ground, slapping themselves in a desperate attempt to return to the "real world."

How could anyone defeat their leader inside the mist?

They refused to believe. They dared not believe.

Because once they did...

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

The Platinum Star's fists rained down like a storm, landing fairly on every single bandit. Its overwhelming precision ensured that each one suffered the most brutal beating before dying.

"ORA!"

The last corpse was sent flying high, then crashed to the ground. Silence returned to the world.

Ryosuke turned, looking at the giant clam at the center of the camp.

"Can you speak human language?"

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