Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Huh? We've got a newbie!
Amegakure Village's Angel: Welcome, newbie.
Shark-Faced Guy: Nice to have you here.
Curly-haired Guy: Hey, isn't that name a little full of yourself? There's only room for two handsome guys in this group—me, Gin-san, and the boss!
Doujin Artist: Please don't flatter yourself. I just ate lunch, thanks.
Wig Guy: Skull Island? Sounds like a place.
Curly-haired Guy: Pff, what a cliché name. I bet he's the only one living there, which explains the confidence. Probably some ugly dude behind the screen!
Good-Looking Guy From Skull Island: Who the hell are you people?
Machete Girl: Huh?
Doujin Artist: ?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: This newbie seems a little aggressive. Why's he picking a fight right away?
Good-Looking Guy From Skull Island: Humans? Are you... humans?
Cliffs near the sea, Skull Island.
A giant several dozen meters tall squinted at the glowing screen in front of him.
Even though he couldn't read human writing, he could somehow understand everything on the screen. It was as if a strange force was translating the meaning of the words directly into his mind.
It was incredible.
Since the day he was born, the giant had never seen anything like this. It filled him with deep curiosity.
Though his intelligence matched that of humans, he normally didn't think about things much—he acted mostly on instinct. But today, he stared at the glowing screen like a human, eyes locked, not blinking once.
Doujin Artist: Uh... what's this guy saying? You're not human?
Troublemaker from Soul Society: Not me either.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Hana's a Soul Reaper, but what's this new guy? Don't tell me he's some kind of undead creature from a Western fantasy setting? Like one of those skeletons from Skull Island?
Machete Girl: Maybe he's a ghost?
Curly-haired Guy: Shut it! Ghosts don't even exist! At best, it's a Stand user!
Doujin Artist: Pfft, are you still scared of ghosts? How long are you gonna keep lying to yourself?
This is an Actor: Not a ghost or a skeleton. The new guy is Kong.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: ?
Doujin Artist: K-Kong?
Curly-haired Guy: No way… You mean that Kong? The one I'm thinking of?
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Gin, the way you said that is kinda annoying. You've been talking forever, but haven't even explained what Kong is.
Curly-haired Guy: A giant gorilla.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Kondo Isao?
Doujin Artist: Kondo Isao… Hahaha, I can't! Morchou, you're too cute sometimes!
Curly-haired Guy: No, I mean an actual giant gorilla! The kind that can stand on a skyscraper and swat down planes! Compared to Kong, Kondo's just a tiny ape.
Wig-chan: Technically speaking, gorillas are still considered apes, you know.
Curly-haired Guy: Shut the hell up. Do you think this is the time for a biology lesson? I'm talking about the new guy here! Why is Kong even in this group chat? And why does he have a username that makes him sound like some pretty boy?
This is an Actor: Who are you even asking?
[System Tip: This is an Actor uploaded memory clip: "Kong: Skull Island"]
Amegakure Village's Angel: Oh, I get it now. So that's Kong?
Troublemaker from Soul Society: He sure has an impressive build. Too bad we don't have anything like that in the Soul Society.
Shark-Faced Guy: Hueco Mundo has something close, but not this hairy.
Curly-haired Guy: This Kong… doesn't really look like the one I remember. Where's the skyscraper scene with the planes?
This is an Actor: This is the MonsterVerse version. You know Godzilla, right? Kong and Godzilla live in the same world now.
Doujin Artist: Whoa, even Godzilla's here?!
To Eriri, Godzilla was way scarier than Kong. After all, in many movies, he nearly destroyed all of Japan—and left plenty of kids with childhood nightmares.
Pretty Boy from Skull Island: Godzilla? That sounds familiar…
This is an Actor: Must be part of your inherited memory. Anyway, according to group rules, new members have to introduce themselves first.
PrettyBoy from Skull Island: Introduce?
Kong scratched the back of his head, full of confusion. He could understand their words, but not abstract ideas like "introduction." Which made sense—he had never talked to humans before.
They came from completely different worlds, after all. It was only natural there'd be some gaps.
This is an Actor: Having a hard time getting it? No big deal. We'll deal with that later.
Uchiha Madara knew this was a special case, so he didn't press the issue. His eyes left the screen and turned toward Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni standing opposite him.
"Fourth Division, Third Seat—Uchiha Madara." Yamamoto tapped his cane and spoke calmly. "You did well on this mission. Tell me, do you have plans for promotion?"
"All I did was clean up some trash. You call that impressive?" Madara's tone was cold, and his face emotionless. "I thought joining the Seireitei would mean stronger enemies. But it's just more of the same weaklings."
"Overconfidence only leads to defeat," Yamamoto frowned, his tone stern. "Kid, you still have a lot to learn."
"Arrogance is a word used for the weak," Uchiha Madara replied without backing down. "For the strong, it should be called confidence."
"Tch, what a troublesome brat!" Yamamoto Genryūsai suddenly opened his eyes, and a wave of overwhelming spiritual pressure burst out from him, slamming toward Uchiha Madara like a massive force crashing down.
Hmph.
Uchiha Madara let out a cold snort, and his own spiritual pressure erupted in response.
*Buzz.*
The clash of spiritual pressure made the air in the hall suddenly feel heavy. Tables, chairs, and decorations creaked under the force, while waves of energy rippled outward in all directions.
A moment later, the two of them seemed to reach an unspoken agreement and pulled back their spiritual pressure.
Uchiha Madara pretended to rub his slightly sore shoulders, then turned and walked away.
Yamamoto Genryūsai watched his back as he left, and for a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his face.
In that boy, he saw a reflection of his younger self—just as headstrong, just as defiant, just as confident... and just as talented.
"Looks like this old man finally has someone to carry on the torch. Though that pale face still doesn't compare to how dashing I looked back in the day."
He lifted a teacup from the table with a calm air—only for it to shatter with a sharp *crack.* Green tea splashed all over him.
Damn it, that's hot!
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