Naruto Uzumaki was a boy living in a village that hated him and had big dreams of wanting to be just like his mother. With his brother Luffy and the rest of his friends by his side, Naruto is willing to do anything to become the first ever Kaizoku H...
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Zoro's blade sliced through the last bounty hunter, sending the man sprawling onto the ground with a heavy thud. The swordsman's chest heaved with exertion, his breath coming out in sharp, measured bursts. He sheathed his sword with a practiced flick of his wrist, his thoughts already turning to the next task. "Where did that kid go?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any sign of Naruto.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him started to shake. Zoro reached out to steady himself against a nearby wall, his fingers digging into the rough stone. "What the hell is going on?" he asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion as the rumbling grew more intense. Dust and debris shook loose from the buildings around him.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Zoro caught sight of something that made his blood run cold—a crimson beam, blazing like a malevolent scar in the sky. It tore through the clouds, splitting the heavens with a fiery intensity that seemed to radiate pure, unchecked power. Zoro's eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. He knew exactly what that beam was.
"Naruto!" Zoro yelled. He didn't waste another second. Pushing off the wall with a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, Zoro sprinted toward the beam, his heart pounding in his chest. Each step felt like a race against time.
The crimson light intensified as Zoro drew closer, its glow casting long shadows across the town center. The closer he got, the more hot it got. Zoro's mind raced the image of Naruto, alone and in danger. "Hang on, kid," Zoro muttered under his breath, his teeth clenched in determination. His legs pumped harder, propelling him forward with relentless speed. "I'm coming."
Zoro's senses sharpened as he neared the source of the beam, every fiber of his being focused on reaching Naruto before it was too late. Zoro pushed forward, driven by a single thought: he would not let Naruto face this alone. Not now, not ever.
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As soon as Zoro reached the town square, his eyes locked onto the center. There was Naruto. The boy was on his knees, the ground beneath him shattered and broken by the sheer force of the swirling Nine-Tails chakra. The red chakra twisted and wrapped itself around Naruto. Zoro's heart clenched at the sight. "Naruto!" he shouted.
Naruto's head snapped up at the sound of his name, and Zoro's breath caught in his throat. The eyes that met his were not the familiar bright blue he was used to seeing, but a blood-red, filled with rage. The sight sent a chill down Zoro's spine.
As Zoro struggled to comprehend the transformation before him, his gaze shifted to the side where he noticed Igarappoi, Mr. 9, and Miss Wednesday standing at a safe distance from Naruto. Their faces were etched with a mix of fear and confusion. They had no idea what they were witnessing—and neither did Zoro, not entirely.
