The Omnipresent Shinobi

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Chapter 3: The Birth of Divinity

And as Fujin unleashed his divine wrath, Naruto closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

The world howled.

A cataclysmic storm erupted from Fujin’s bag, a hurricane of divine judgment. The winds screamed like tormented souls, shredding reality itself, distorting the very fabric of existence. The canyon collapsed, rock formations crumbled into dust, and the sky split apart as the force of the Wind God's attack ripped Naruto apart.

His small body was torn asunder, disintegrated, and scattered to nothingness.

For an instant, there was silence.

Then, all of existence shuddered.

The Gods Watch in Horror

From their celestial plane, the assembled gods gazed upon the battlefield, observing the execution.

Jashin chuckled darkly. "And so the false god dies. How underwhelming."

Another god, draped in golden robes, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "No… something is wrong."

The Shinigami narrowed his spectral eyes. He could feel it, an impossibility.

Naruto was still present.

No longer bound by his body, his existence permeated the entire world. He was not in one place, but in every place.

In the forests, the leaves trembled in recognition.

In the villages, candles flickered without wind.

Across the lands, all things, living and dead, felt an indescribable presence settle upon them.

The gods recoiled.

"What… is this?"

Fujin, still floating above the ruined canyon, felt the boy's presence everywhere. His red-and-white hair bristled, the air itself refusing to obey him.

"Impossible."

For the first time in eons, the Wind God knew fear.

A Body of Light

Where Naruto had fallen, golden radiance surged.

Naruto's body reformed, but it was no longer merely flesh.

His skin radiated golden luminance, his hair shimmered with a divine glow, and his once-innocent blue eyes now burned with a light deeper than eternity itself. The very air around him hummed with raw power, distorting reality as though the world itself bent to his existence. His presence was no longer confined to one space, he was everywhere and nowhere, a being no longer bound by mortal limitations.

And yet, his body moved with the same casual motions as before.

The gods watched in stunned silence.

"This is impossible," one of them whispered.

Jashin, ever the sadist, grinned. "Oh… this is getting interesting."

Fujin staggered backward, his stormcloud steed dispersing into mist. He was a god of wind, but in that moment, he felt as though he were suffocating. He had destroyed the boy, completely annihilated him, and yet…

Naruto stood reborn in divine glory.

And then, it spoke.

When Naruto next spoke, it was not with his voice.

It was with something beyond speech, beyond sound, beyond mortal comprehension. It was the voice of existence itself.

"You would strike me down?"