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The gigantic figure of the Ten-Tails bijū towered over the horizon, dwarfing the surrounding mountain ranges and casting a shadow of despair across the land. The mass of natural energy emanating from the beast, visible to the naked eye, made the entire continent tremble.
Before that colossus, the alliance formed by Hagoromo, Hamura, Giotto, and their allies deployed across the battlefield.
Hagoromo adjusted his grip on his staff, observing the creature's enormous height and the imminent danger posed by its wide-area attacks.
"We'll handle the aerial combat," Hagoromo declared in a grave and emphatic tone. "Hamura and I can fly, so we have the advantage of attacking from multiple angles to contain its assaults from above."
Giotto, who was adjusting the buckles on his combat gloves as the golden glow of his Flames began to ignite around his hands, tilted his head with a calm, faint smile.
"And who said you're the only ones who can fly?" Giotto interjected in a measured voice.
Without waiting for an answer, the Vongola Primo bent his knees and activated the thrusters in his gloves. Two pure bursts of Sky Flames shot toward the ground, propelling him into the sky at blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, Giotto was suspended hundreds of meters above the ground, mastering the atmospheric currents with absolute grace.
Hagoromo and Hamura exchanged a look of genuine astonishment, their eyes following the Vongola's golden trail.
"Giotto is right..." a mocking voice rang out a few meters away. "You're not the only ones who can soar through the skies."
The brothers turned toward the Sage Monkey, Saruo. Suddenly, the ape raised two fingers to his mouth and let out a sharp whistle that pierced through the deafening roar of chaos.
Instantly, a dense, mystical cloud of pure white descended from the heavens at tremendous speed, stopping directly in front of Saruo. With prodigious agility, the sage leaped onto the vaporous mass. Instead of passing through it, as would happen with ordinary vapor, his feet settled on its surface as though it were solid ground. With a slight forward movement of his body, the flying cloud shot forward like lightning, ascending at a perfect angle toward Giotto's position.
Hagoromo and Hamura stood there with their mouths open, utterly dumbfounded by the spectacle.
"Brother..." Hamura murmured, his eyes wide as he watched the two figures now patrolling the skies in front of the Ten-Tails. "The group you brought with you... is ridiculously strange."
Hagoromo closed his mouth and broke into a broad smile of renewed confidence. As he witnessed Giotto's mastery and Saruo's mysticism as they dominated the heights in their own distinct ways, the Great Toad Gamamaru's predictions finally made complete sense to him.
"They may be strange, Hamura... but they're extraordinary," Hagoromo replied, rising into the air alongside his brother as chakra flowed through him at full power. "Gamamaru was right. With allies like them on our side, the possibilities of overcoming this are endless. Let's move!"
Seeing the vanguard ascend into the sky to intercept the threat in the airspace, Alaudi adjusted the lapel of his coat, observing the other Guardians with the icy, analytical gaze that characterized him.
"Well... just as Giotto predicted," Alaudi said in a measured but decisive voice, addressing the group. "We can't leave all the work to those up there. We're going to have to bring that monster down one way or another, boys."
G stepped forward with a fierce, confident smile and nodded at the Cloud Guardian's words. Without wasting a second, he summoned his majestic mount: a colossal cheetah enveloped in the incandescent Storm Flames of his box weapon. With an agile leap, G positioned himself on the beast's back, and it shot toward the base of the Ten-Tails at dazzling speed.
While in motion, G unfurled his imposing bow of Storm made from bones. He channeled an overwhelming mass of destructive energy into the tip of the arrow, igniting a crimson-red fire that spun under extreme pressure.
"Disintegrate!" G roared, releasing the bowstring.
The arrow shot forward like a comet of pure destruction, striking one of the Jūbi's enormous hind legs directly. The Storm Flames began to decompose and disintegrate the beast's cellular mass upon contact, causing it to stagger.
From atop the Ten-Tails, Kaguya immediately noticed the ground attack. Upon spotting the insignificant human creatures damaging the limbs of the divine beast, her gaze turned merciless. Under her command, the Jūbi began condensing a massive, destructive, geometrically shaped Bijūdama directly inside its open jaws, aiming to eradicate the lower area in the blink of an eye.
However, just a millisecond before it fired—
ZAM!
A sharp, resounding impact echoed across the entire battlefield. A sacred staff of immense length crossed the sky in the blink of an eye and struck the side of the Jūbi's face with tremendous force. The impact diverted the beast's head at the last second, causing the devastating Bijūdama to shoot toward the uninhabited horizon, where it detonated in a distant explosion that swept away several mountain ranges.
Hundreds of meters above the ground, Saruo braced his feet against the mystical flying cloud. With his muscles tensed and his teeth clenched, he gripped the end of the Bo staff, using every last ounce of his physical strength to strike the colossus with even greater force. With a single thought, the staff shrank back to its normal size in a fraction of a second.
Furious at the interference, Kaguya ordered a direct counterattack. A tide of bone spikes and calcified projectiles erupted from the Ten-Tails' back and spine, covering the sky. But Saruo displayed prodigious acrobatic flexibility. Piloting the flying cloud through the air currents, he dodged every deadly projectile with impossible turns and unpredictable feints.
The deadly spears were intercepted by the protective rotation of his staff as Saruo mocked Kaguya.
And if Saruo was swift atop his cloud, Giotto was a golden streak.
The Vongola Primo was practically invisible to the naked eye in the night sky. Propelled by the intense bursts of Sky Flames emanating from his gloves, he crossed the atmosphere, leaving behind nothing but a golden trail. Anticipating the enemy's movements thanks to his Hyperintuition, Giotto positioned himself above the Ten-Tails' rear.
"Stabilized Discharge!" Giotto exclaimed in his mind.
Concentrating the Dying Will Flame in its state of maximum hardness, he unleashed a barrage of concentrated energy strikes directly onto the monster's rear armor. Each impact from his fists, wrapped in hardened fire, created deep dents and cracks in the creature's hide, destabilizing the flow of its natural energy.
The coordination between the Guardians' ground artillery, the Sage Monkey's agility, and Giotto's blinding speed was bearing fruit. The sacred beast retreated step by step, opening the decisive breach the alliance needed.
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The battle on the continent's surface had reached a point of overwhelming violence. While G maintained an incessant barrage with his Storm Bow, riddling one of the Ten-Tails' legs with arrows, the colossal creature demonstrated a voracious regenerative ability: the flesh incinerated by the Storm Flames was expelled from the Ten-Tails' body, only to reconstitute itself at an astonishing speed, threatening to crush everything in its path.
"This thing just keeps rebuilding itself!" G growled, adjusting his stance atop his mount. "Pay attention to the lower flank!"
Without losing a millisecond, Ugetsu Asari and Knuckle rushed onto the battlefield, swiftly positioning themselves in front of the colossus's right leg. Ugetsu released his dog from his box weapon, and it began circling the Ten-Tails' leg, imbuing it with the calm and profound Rain Flames.
"Slow down!" Ugetsu exclaimed in a serene voice.
With a fan-shaped slash, a curtain of bluish energy spread across the Jūbi's cellular mass. The pacification property of the Rain Flames drastically reduced the reaction speed of that limb, making its movements slow and heavy. It could no longer coordinate with the rest of its body.
"It's my turn! One hundred percent FE! FAITH CANNON!!!" Knuckle shouted, accumulating a colossal amount of Sun energy in his right fist.
With a devastating burst of momentum, Knuckle landed a straight punch on the numbed joint. The impact sounded like a volcanic eruption; the Ten-Tails' leg buckled under the kinetic-vital force, causing the gigantic mass to stagger and lose its balance completely.
On the opposite limb, Lampo confronted the monster's advance. With an expression caught between disgust and pride, the young Lightning Guardian concentrated the electrical density of his Flame directly into the Lampo Shield and the horn of his armor.
"Don't think you're going to step on me, you ugly piece of meat!" Lampo roared.
When the Jūbi's weight attempted to crush him, the defensive dome of electrical energy repelled the impact with an emerald-green explosion. The discharge was so intense that it not only lifted the beast's foot slightly, but also sent voltage coursing through its tissues, numbing its natural energy channels and destroying part of its lower mass. Lampo took advantage of the defensive rebound to launch himself into the air, completely evading the charge.
"Ha! Take that!" Lampo boasted in midair, though he let out a sigh of relief. "That almost turned me into mush..."
From the heights, Kaguya, enraged by the insolence of the humans on the ground, unleashed an implacable rain of bone stakes and deadly spikes toward the Guardians' positions. However, the projectiles inexplicably missed their targets, embedding themselves in the ground at completely incorrect coordinates.
A few meters away from the chaos, Demon Spade adjusted his illusion monocle with a mysterious, calculating smile.
"Nufufu... What a crude attempt," Demon Spade murmured, twirling his staff in the shadows. "I've already deciphered the visual spectrum through which both the Jūbi and that so-called 'little bunny' perceive this plane."
"Don't get overconfident, Demon," Alaudi warned from the shadows, keeping his guard up. "One mistake, and some of our friends could die."
"Please, Alaudi, have a little more faith in my arts," Demon replied elegantly. "My illusion distorts the refraction of natural energy before their optical senses. What they see as our positions... is nothing more than a mirage in the air."
Thanks to Demon Spade's Mist defensive network, Kaguya's direct attacks dispersed into the void, allowing the Vongola Guardians to maintain a systematic and flawless assault against the Ten-Tails' limbs, keeping the creature pinned to the ground.
The battle dragged on, and the conflagration was not decided within a matter of hours. Weeks faded amid the smoke of detonations and the scorched earth, turning into nearly a month of uninterrupted siege. It had ceased to be a simple battle and become a merciless war of attrition.
As the weeks passed, exhaustion began to overwhelm Kaguya. For the first time in her existence, the Goddess was forced to exert an overwhelming amount of effort to contend with an army of enemies possessing such heterogeneous and unpredictable powers. The sky had become a graveyard of torn clouds and craters carved out by atmospheric pressure. The continent's topography changed with every second of destructive exchange, turning the airspace into a theater where the laws of conventional physics had been completely abolished. At the center of that cataclysm, two figures defied instant death with three-dimensional mobility that challenged all logic: the Vongola Primo, Giotto, and the Sage Monkey, Saruo.
"You stinking monkey!" a voice roared amid the thunderous chaos, as a burst of Kaguya's bone ash disintegrated the airspace where Saruo had been floating just milliseconds earlier.
"Watch what you shout, little bunny! You almost ripped my tail off!" Saruo replied with a shameless grin, soaring through the skies atop his mystical flying cloud with insolent ease.
In the blink of an eye, Saruo's sacred staff (Bo) shone intensely, suddenly extending through the air at incredible speeds before shrinking just as swiftly, delivering powerful strikes against Kaguya's blind spots from medium and long range.
"Kami no Bunshin!" the ape roared, bringing his hands together in midair.
Dozens of identical physical clones burst forth from his body and scattered across the sky. This mass-replication technique completely bewildered the Goddess; dozens of apes appeared and disappeared amid the energy discharges, launching simultaneous thrusts that fragmented her peripheral vision and neutralized her fearsome dimensional portals.
A few meters away from that visual chaos, Giotto swept through the air with lethal grace. The thrusters on his combat gloves spewed golden fire, propelling him forward with bursts of pure speed. His Hyperintuition throbbed at the back of his neck, allowing him to anticipate Kaguya's trajectories before his eyes could even process her movements.
"I won't let you open another portal, Kaguya!" Giotto thought, dodging a destabilizing beam by mere millimeters.
Thanks to the curtain of clones and Saruo's acrobatic feints, the leader of the Vongola managed to close the distance, unleashing violent bursts of nullifying fire against the entity's flanks.
Below, on the front line of containment, the Ōtsutsuki brothers coordinated their abilities with devastating precision. Hagoromo channeled the properties of the Six Paths' elemental techniques, combining Lightning and Earth Release into a devastating area jutsu.
"Yōton: Kaijin Kishō!" Hagoromo exclaimed, releasing a massive wave of incandescent lava from his palms that forced Kaguya to rise even higher into the sky.
"Brother, cover her rear! Don't let her use spatial manipulation!" Hamura shouted, extending his hands to summon a network of lunar chakra orbs (Gudōdama) that formed a kinetic shield capable of repelling the Goddess's gravitational impacts.
"You heard the Primo," Alaudi declared to the other Guardians. "Deploy the maximum offensive. Don't give her any room to breathe."
In the blink of an eye, the information was transmitted across the entire front. G spurred his mount and unleashed an incessant barrage of Storm arrows that turned the air into a crimson hell; Ugetsu froze the Goddess's fields of vision with curtains of Rain Flames; Knuckle and Lampo coordinated brute-force charges and massive electrical discharges that shook the earth; while Demon Spade projected dozens of overlapping illusions around Kaguya, completely overwhelming her divine senses.
Exasperated by the tide of synchronized attacks from those human creatures, Kaguya shifted her entire focus downward, concentrating her portals and ash stakes on eradicating the annoying insects attempting to corner her.
That was the exact moment Giotto had been waiting for.
"So be it... I accept the sacrifice!" he replied without hesitation.
The seven Vongola Rings, the seven Mare Rings, and the Arcobalenos' pacifiers, which had been summoned to the battlefield, converged in a harmonious resonance never before witnessed around Giotto.
In the blink of an eye, the System's interface emitted a blinding flash. An overwhelming ancestral energy erupted from within Giotto, suddenly tearing away a portion of the vast Yang energy that sustained him.
Isolated high above the battlefield, the Vongola Primo let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. The engravings on his I-Gloves began to sparkle with an intensity never seen before, emitting a high-frequency hum that made the surrounding air vibrate.
"Forcible synchronization... consuming the user's Yang energy," the System's mechanical voice resonated within his consciousness.
A sensation of devastating emptiness coursed through Giotto's veins. He could feel his colossal reserve of Yang life energy—the very power that had promised him two millennia of existence—being sucked away and drained at a dizzying speed by the Trinisette matrix. The physical pain was excruciating, as though thousands of incandescent needles were tearing his flesh apart from within, but his face betrayed not the slightest weakness.
In the palms of his gloves, a tiny sphere of golden-yellow light began to form. This energy was not something conventional in this world; it was the pure, condensed manifestation of the Sky's Harmony, intertwined with the fundamental laws of the Tri-Ni-Sette.
Little by little, the small bubble began to expand. Its energy density became so immense that Giotto's gloves creaked under the pressure. Within seconds, the sphere had grown so large that it was no longer possible to hold it between his hands. With a firm movement of his arms, Giotto gently pushed it forward, allowing it to float in front of his chest as he continued to nourish it with his own life force.
The celestial barrier was an awe-inspiring sight: a great, translucent sphere of bright yellow, its surface traversed by geometric patterns and complex lines of descending waves that flowed from top to bottom in a rhythmic, perpetual pulse. It was the legendary sealing structure of the Trinisette, the same impenetrable technology that would later resound throughout the history of the Vongola Famiglia in another universe.
"Now!" Giotto roared.
With one final burst of force, the majestic sphere was launched like a divine projectile toward Kaguya's position.
The Goddess, occupied with repelling Demon Spade's illusions and G's arrows, sensed the spatial fluctuation too late. The yellow sphere struck her directly, expanding in the blink of an eye to envelop her completely.
ZUUUUM!
Kaguya was trapped at the exact center of the undulating bubble. Instinctively, the deity unleashed a devastating barrage of bone missiles and other attacks, attempting to break the enclosure from within, but the impacts simply dissipated into the wave patterns traversing the sphere. Frustrated and furious, she activated her most fearsome spatial ability, attempting to open a dimensional portal through which she could slip out of the structure.
However, the space around her remained unchanged. The laws of the Trinisette, fueled by Giotto's Yang energy, surpassed the logical structure of ordinary dimensions. Kaguya's portals collapsed before they could even form; her reality-altering abilities could not interfere with the absolute rules of the celestial barrier.
Trapped and suspended in the air like an insect in amber, Kaguya stared at Giotto with a mixture of hatred and unfathomable disbelief.
"What is this power!?" Kaguya's muffled voice echoed from inside the bubble. "How dare you imprison me, Giotto!?"
Giotto, floating a few meters away, was breathing heavily. His face had grown noticeably paler, and the sparks from his gloves were beginning to fade as the System's penalty took effect, irreversibly devouring his gifts.
"This is my will, Kaguya," Giotto replied, his voice weakened but filled with unshakable determination. "The window is open..."
However, what neither Giotto, the Guardians, nor the Ōtsutsuki brothers themselves could have foreseen was the Goddess's desperate cunning.
Moments before the barrier completely isolated her natural energy flow from the outside world, Kaguya sensed the final seal approaching. Understanding that her physical defeat at the hands of Hagoromo and Hamura was inevitable within that prison, the Goddess concentrated a tiny fraction of her consciousness and divine power into her left sleeve.
Using the last remaining opening through which she could manifest herself before the Trinisette sealed away her senses, Kaguya shaped a dark will, a mass of black, liquid shadow that condensed all her resentment, her legacy, and her desire for resurrection: Black Zetsu.
With a supreme effort, the black mass detached itself from her figure and silently slipped across the scorched ground before the yellow sphere closed hermetically and permanently. Kaguya's will escaped into the mortal world, concealing itself among the cracks in the earth and patiently waiting in the shadows for the day when history could be manipulated to bring its mother back.
The Goddess was left completely immobilized inside the sphere of descending waves, silenced and exposed. The stage was set for Hagoromo and Hamura to execute the Chibaku Tensei seal, while Giotto, exhausted and watching his powers begin to fade away forever, slowly descended toward the earth, satisfied that he had protected humanity's future.
Hagoromo and Hamura did not waste the opportunity Giotto had created. Both brothers lunged simultaneously at their mother from opposite flanks, extending their palms. The hands marked with the symbols of the Sun and Moon struck the Goddess's restrained body directly.
"Rikudō — Chibaku Tensei!" they cried in unison.
A double seal descended upon her: the mystical binding of the Six Paths combined with the overwhelming pressure of the Trinisette's network.
Colossal gravitational and magnetic forces erupted at Kaguya's core. The Earth's crust began to crack and break away on a massive scale; enormous masses of stone, entire mountains, and fragments of land rose uncontrollably toward the sky, drawn toward the Goddess's body until they buried her at the center of a monumental rocky sphere.
The gigantic mass continued to rise relentlessly, crossing the clouds and breaking through the planet's atmosphere until it settled in outer space, becoming the celestial body that would illuminate the world from above at night: the Moon. There, the sovereign was imprisoned in an impenetrable prison from which she would never escape.
In Giotto's mind, the countdown began to strike like an inexorable hammer:
"Ten... nine... eight..."
Giotto felt the warmth of his divinity fading away. That magnificent, vibrant, superior energy that set him apart from mortals was leaving him in torrents, chilling his limbs.
Giotto's body faltered as he descended in a controlled manner, relying on sheer willpower to keep himself from losing consciousness.
"Seven... six... five..."
His vitality slipped away drop by drop. The weight of the years, the monumental effort behind every completed mission, the intrigues of the Underworld, and the scars of the past fell upon his shoulders all at once. His body felt heavy, vulnerable, immensely fragile. Everything he had built seemed to dissolve before the abyss of mortality.
"Four... three... two... one..."
He fell to his knees on the devastated earth, feeling the warmth of his Sky Flame extinguish completely within him.
His metal gloves lost their glow, and his breathing became that of an ordinary man.
Just as his allies rushed to help him, thinking he was suffering from nothing more than physical exhaustion, a strange and intense luminous reaction burst from his chest.
At that precise moment, the System's interface reacted. The overall progress of creating and controlling the Underworld, a mission that had been stalled at 98%, suddenly reached 100% after Kaguya was sealed.
One final notification, cold yet imbued with a strange solemnity, resonated in his mind:
"[Energy System Shutdown]: User... The directives of the curse and balance for overloading the System's existence have been applied. Your contract has ended."
The silence of the surface spread beneath the light of the new Moon, marking the end of the age of miracles and the beginning of humanity's true path.
The System's distant, metallic voice had not yet finished delivering its sentence. As Giotto's body collapsed onto the arid earth, the severity of the cosmic penalty began to manifest itself mercilessly.
"The penalty consists of the following," the interface continued, echoing through the deepest recesses of his consciousness. "A Vongola curse will be imposed to settle the colossal energy debt you incurred today and maintain the seal that immobilized Kaguya. Your life cycle will be drastically conditioned. Your descendants will inherit the burden of this sacrifice: your lifespan will be limited and fragmented across ten generations, accumulating and consuming the vital energy necessary to sustain this balance."
Around him, the ground trembled strangely, and dozens of objects, weapons, scrolls, and box weapons were suddenly expelled from Giotto's body—the entire arsenal he had stored and preserved for years thanks to the System's interdimensional inventory. The interface mechanism was sweeping away and purging every trace of his existence of the Dying Will Flames that had coursed through his veins, restoring balance to the world. The Sky Flame that had turned him into an all-powerful titan evaporated forever.
However, something remained: his superhuman endurance, his fortitude, and the very essence of his soul, sculpted through decades of battles, remained anchored within him, as did the latent strength residing in the bodies of his loyal Guardians.
"Activating the user's conclusion," the System's cold voice declared for the last time. "From this moment onward, the User becomes a permanent part of the world of Naruto, bearing the legacy of the Trinisette and the curse of the ten generations. The power of the Trinisette has been permanently integrated into this world. Congratulations, User... on completing the mission."
One final echo resonated into nothingness, and then... absolute silence.
He slowly opened his eyes, pressing a trembling hand against the dusty ground. He looked at his empty palms, devoid of any trace of flame.
"Well..." he murmured with a bitter smile as a stream of cold air filled his lungs with an entirely unfamiliar heaviness. "So this is what it feels like... to have no advantages."
In the distance, beneath the silvery light of the new Moon that imprisoned the Goddess, the world continued to turn, and the man who had once been the Vongola Primo took his first step as a mere mortal in a land destined to change forever.
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November 11, 1002 B.N.
The years that followed flowed with the inexorable rhythm of human history. After a period of convalescence, Giotto's health stabilized completely. Although the System had revoked his Dying Will Flames, and they had vanished due to his lack of energy to connect to the Tri-Ni-Sette, his body retained its muscular build, colossal strength, and reflexes far beyond those of any ordinary mortal. Added to this was his legendary Hyperintuition, a genetic ability unrelated to the Trinisette, an innate instinct that continued to guide his steps and grant him an overwhelming advantage over any adversary in this new world.
Giotto devoted much of his time to raising his son. The boy, who had human features inherited solely from his father and a sharp gaze reminiscent of his own, was named Laxus Guillermo Sawada Gravina de Vongola. Firmly determined to bequeath him a purpose in a transformed world, Giotto began educating him in the principles of honor, discipline, and leadership, proudly referring to him in private as the next heir to the Vongola will.
One day, after concluding one of his long journeys spreading the teachings of peace and spiritual balance across the continent, Hagoromo appeared in Giotto's domain. The Sage of Six Paths warmly greeted his former stepfather and, upon observing the latent potential of his little brother, Laxus, made Giotto a straightforward offer: to teach him the art of Ninshū, the doctrine of spiritual connection and the flow of energy that forms within people's souls after the cataclysmic battle.
Giotto sketched a skeptical smile and gently shook his head.
"I'm grateful, Hagoromo, but I doubt I can learn something like that at this point... Believe it or not, I wasn't born in this world."
Hagoromo smiled serenely, approached with firm steps, and placed two fingers against Giotto's chest. His eyes darkened as he sensed the resonance within him.
"You're mistaken, Giotto. You possess all the qualities necessary to learn Ninshū," Hagoromo affirmed with conviction. "I can sense a profound physical and spiritual energy within you for cultivating Ninshū. All you're missing is my guidance and training."
Giotto blinked, immersed in profound surprise. After reflecting on it, he understood the logic behind Hagoromo's words: the System had provided him with a body designed for this world. After inhabiting this realm and fighting in it for decades, his body had become so deeply attuned to the world's essence that his organism naturally possessed the potential to channel that energy.
"Very well... I accept," Giotto conceded, a spark of renewed interest in his eyes.
Under Hagoromo's tutelage, the leader of the Vongola soon mastered the principles of harmonization and the flow of Ninshū—the discipline that, over the centuries, would evolve and transform into the feared and respected Chakra, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu.
With what he had learned, Giotto took the natural next step and asked Hagoromo to extend his teachings to his loyal Guardians: Alaudi, Demon Spade, G, Knuckle, Lampo, and Ugetsu Asari, who had also lost the ability to generate Dying Will Flames.
With the request accepted, the Guardians who protected the Underworld also delved into the study of this new energy.
While his men trained and adapted their combat instincts to the laws of this era, Giotto secluded himself in his private sanctuary. With a clear mind and memories flashing through his thoughts, he began devising a brilliant plan.
Equipped with a prodigious memory and an analytical intellect encompassing the memories of his past life and entire works of fiction from his time as Luciano Gravina, Giotto ventured into the vast, silent, and empty spaces of the Vongola underground facilities. He knew perfectly well that, to overcome the curse of the ten generations and protect his family's legacy, he could not rely solely on a mortal's physical strength. He had to rewrite the rules of his own genetics.
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May 4, 1001 B.N.
With time and the strenuous effort he devoted to completing what he had set out to create, Giotto stood in the middle of the dark stone cavern, raised his hands with ease, and began interlocking his fingers in a sequence of hand seals. He concentrated the spiritual and physical energy he had recently learned to use, channeling it with millimetric precision toward his stomach.
"Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!" he exclaimed firmly.
A sphere of fire erupted from his mouth, illuminating the crypt's walls completely and dispelling the shadows with scorching heat. As the smoke dissipated, Giotto observed the result with a spark of triumph in his eyes: he was not only capable of molding Ninjutsu, but one of his natural elemental affinities immediately leaned toward fire.
Determined to explore the limits of his new nature, he picked up a couple of fallen leaves from the underground trees and carried out the classic chakra concentration exercise. When he attempted to determine the result of the test by infusing the leaf with chakra, the outcome exceeded all his expectations: one half of the leaf had been completely incinerated, while the other had been cleanly sliced in half.
Giotto formed a smile of complete understanding.
"Fire and wind... I possess dual elemental affinity," he murmured to himself.
His mind immediately connected the threads of the past. He remembered the System's words when it had diagnosed him with an immense and pure Yang energy flowing through his body, although he knew that it was gradually being diluted by the Vongola curse. Fire, wind, and Yang vital energy formed a combination of three latent natures within his body.
"If the very essence of my soul preserves the remnants of the Sky Flame... and the System assured me that the foundation of my body and abilities would persist in another form... then that means I can recreate it. I can forge a technique that completely emulates the Vongola Dying Will Sky Flame."
What followed was a titanic effort of discipline, meditation, and relentless experimentation. Two long years of isolation and constant training passed in the depths of the Underworld. Two years during which Giotto pushed his mind and body to their limits, combining elemental manipulation with the decomposition of Yang vital energy in search of the exact point of fusion.
Finally, on a night when absolute silence enveloped the underground complex, the miracle was accomplished.
Giotto extended the palm of his right hand. He closed his eyes and simultaneously summoned the heat of fire, the cutting friction of wind, and the vital density of Yang. A pure golden vibration began emanating from his skin, acquiring a warm, dense, and harmonious consistency. When he opened his eyes, his hand was completely enveloped in the unmistakable and majestic Sky Flame.
He had managed to transcend the limitations of conventional Ninshū. Through two and a half years of effort, he had given birth to a unique and definitive Kekkei Genkai—or rather, a Kekkei Tōta—through the perfect synthesis of three natures, reincarnating the Vongola's Will within the world of chakra.
With this colossal triumph, Giotto not only secured overwhelming power for himself but also forged the ultimate tool with which future generations of the Famiglia could defend themselves and prevail in a world destined for chaos.
Time flowed with the inexorable passage of the years. As the Vongola Guardians mastered the adaptations of their respective Flames to the chakra system, each developed a unique and devastating set of techniques that reflected their essence: the defensive properties of Lampo's Lightning Flame, from which he created his own Kekkei Genkai based on its corresponding nature; the disintegration of G's Storm Flame; the calming effect of Ugetsu's Rain Flame; the activation of Knuckle's Sun Flame; the illusions of Demon Spade's Mist Flame; and the propagation of Alaudi's Cloud Flame. They all danced in the same dance...
Taking advantage of this synthesis of power, Giotto officially founded the Vongola Clan. Although it could still be called a family... it did not fit exactly into the traditional mold of a ninja village, but it operated under that same jurisdiction by using chakra as one of its fundamental tools. The fascinating aspect of this foundation was its chronology: the Vongola rose as a structured power long before the Uchiha and Senju clans emerged, lineages that would be born from Hagoromo's future children—whom Giotto would come to know over the years, during an era of gradual geopolitical transformation.
Over the following decades, Giotto's firstborn, Laxus Sawada, grew up and learned to take the reins of the organization, having manifested the Sky element. Aware of the dangers of the future and the possibility that a corrupted member of the Vongola bloodline—Black Zetsu or a wayward sheep—might attempt to subvert the family's purpose, Giotto established strict laws and rigorous succession protocols. Among them, he devised a system of demanding trials and safeguards for the Vongola Rings, requiring every heir to prove that they possessed the true "Will" before claiming leadership.
He also recognized the importance of CEDEF, an organization responsible for the Vongola Family's external affairs. The acronym CEDEF stands for External Advisors of the Family. It was founded once again by Alaudi, the First Generation Vongola Cloud Guardian. This previously established system was effective in ensuring that Vongola values would not be eradicated by a Vongola boss or a false Vongola boss.
Giotto himself supervised the solemn trial in which Laxus proved his worth, formally consecrating him as the Second Vongola.
With Laxus serving as Vongola boss, Giotto's final days were approaching. When the accumulated weight of his actions and the toll of his prolonged existence finally caught up with him, Giotto gathered his loyal Guardians, his son Laxus, and the allies who still remained standing before the Vongola leadership altar.
The time had come to bring his cycle to an end and finally settle his cosmic debt.
Using the remnants of his vitality and channeling the essence accumulated within his soul, Giotto voluntarily surrendered his mortal breath in one final offering ritual. Through this calculated sacrifice, he infused a permanent charge of pure energy directly into the core of the Trinisette, activating the Vongola Rings and permanently stabilizing it within the world of Naruto. In doing so, he paid the first installment of the vital energy demanded by the curse hanging over the Vongola line of succession, ensuring that future generations could inherit and wield the power of the Vongola Rings.
Giotto, with the youthful complexion of a twenty-year-old... Under the respectful gaze of his family and the watchful presence of the Guardians, the first king of the Underworld closed his eyes for the last time, dissipating into a warm golden flash that permeated the earth for eternity.
The era of Vongola Primo had come to an end, but his testament remained engraved in the foundations of the new world.
In the year 990 before Naruto's birth, at the age of sixty, Lesuya Luciano Sawada Gravina de Vongola, alias Giotto, died, leaving behind a great legend in the world of Naruto...
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Author's Note:
Hello, this is Wissumi Wizaki once again.
I'm here to give you a quick breakdown of where the story is headed and the foundation I'll be building upon moving forward. As you know, there are many similarities between these two worlds—such as the presence of mafia groups like the Yakuza in the Naruto universe, the intricacies of their power systems, the clan structures, and the Vongola family. These are shared concepts that I am actively blending together.
My goal is to seamlessly weave the true essence of Katekyō Hitman Reborn! into the world of Naruto. I am not trying to twist or bend the Naruto world, nor am I forcefully cramming Reborn! elements where they don't belong. Everything needs to flow naturally and feel completely organic within the lore.
Now, I know I killed off the reborn protagonist, but don't worry. He might make an appearance again in the future, but what truly matters is that he established a foundation. From here on, we will focus on the future generations that follow.
This might be the only chapter published this week—I'm not entirely sure if I'll have the inspiration to write and release another one just yet. But looking ahead, the next generation we will be following is set right in the Warring States Period. We are going to be on the very same battlefield alongside Hashirama and Madara.
Get ready, readers! Farewell for now, and stay tuned for the next chapter!
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Happy reading! Bye-bye!
— Wissumi Wizaki
Until the next chapter!