"Hey, Shion… if I actually kill that old man Magneto, the system's gotta drop me some premium loot, right? Like, at least a stack of life potions and a Hokage packet or two?"
[Host, are you serious right now?]
"Do I look like I'm joking? A face this handsome doesn't waste expressions."
[Magneto's not some random mook, you know. His power level's ridiculous. Maybe tone down the death wish?]
Ryuuto smirked. "Power level, shmour level. In front of me, everyone's just target practice. Now, let's make some miracles, Shion."
[Fine, fine. If you really manage to kill Magneto, the system will drop a ridiculous reward package. Heck, you might even level up directly.]
"That's what I like to hear. Open the data pack, let me see what I got!"
[Opening data pack…]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have obtained the Hokage data: Gaara of the Sand!]
A surge of chakra symbols flared across his vision. Techniques unfolded like a digital scroll:
Sand Clone Technique.
Sand Shuriken.
Sand Armor.
Sand Coffin: Encase target, crush with immense pressure.
Shield of Shukaku: Ultimate defense, mixing the hardest minerals with chakra.
Sand Burial: The enemy is crushed to dust.
Wind Style: Infinite Sand Dust Breakthrough.
Wind Style: Air Training Bomb.
Ryuuto's eyes widened. Then, he laughed. Loud, manic, unstoppable. "Finally! My childhood dream unlocked. I swear, the gods are actually on my side today!"
He looked like someone who'd just won the universe's lottery. "Magneto, old man, your retirement plan ends today."
[Host, you're getting that crazy look again. Just… don't die, okay?]
"Relax, Shion. I'll be back for post-battle flirting later."
With a grin, he blew a mock kiss to the system and loaded Gaara's data package. His chakra twisted, sand swirling like a miniature desert at his feet.
Across the field, Magneto floated down, cloak billowing like some self-righteous god.
"Charles, Nick—you heard him. The boy challenged me himself. Don't blame me when he dies."
Magneto's metallic aura rolled through the air like a storm front. Director Charles and Nick Fury exchanged grim looks. They couldn't stop him now.
"Don't sweat it," Ryuuto called out. "This old man's been annoying me since day one. I'll handle it. Won't even take long."
Ultron, hidden somewhere above, vibrated with excitement. "Finally! A real show! Let's see if your plot armor can save you this time, Red Mirage!"
Charles' voice cut through the tension. "We're counting on you, kid. Give him hell."
Ryuuto raised a fist in acknowledgment. Behind him, the X-Men, Avengers, and half of S.H.I.E.L.D. cleared the battlefield.
Gwen, Natasha, Katie Dee, and Susan watched him go with quiet faith. They didn't say a word—just believed.
From above, Quicksilver yelled, "Up the altitude, now! You don't want to be anywhere near Dad when he cuts loose!"
Their aircraft shot higher into the sky. Nobody knew Magneto better than them. Nobody doubted his strength. Everyone expected Ryuuto to fall.
The Master of Magnetism stood with his hands behind his back, face calm, eyes sharp. "I don't bully children, boy. You can have the first move."
Ryuuto cracked his knuckles. "Then I'll start by ripping that smug look off your face."
No more words. No hesitation.
He vanished. The air split with a sharp crack. A blur of crimson light zipped across the field. Shurikens of compressed sand chakra sliced through the air toward Magneto's head.
The battle began—fast, violent, and blinding. Everyone watching forgot to breathe.