"Did I Get the Ability?...This Probably Doesn't Count as One."
In the world of Death, Aizen sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the tiny white creature lounging lazily atop a pile of documents.
"…What even are you?"
The adorable beast blinked slowly, almost bashfully, and tilted its head. Its oversized, rabbit-like ears twitched gently.
"Fufu?"
Its voice was soft, strangely endearing. It even looked… shy.
Aizen's expression didn't change, but a subtle crease appeared between his brows.
He wasn't admiring its cuteness—in fact, quite the opposite. He could see the true nature of this creature.
[Cathy Palug (Fufu)]
[Growth Phase]
[A Fourth Beast—one that feeds on humanity's competition, growth, jealousy, and regret. It governs the Principle of [Comparison]. An entity on par with the Primordial Mother Goddess Tiamat. Also known as a [Spirit]. Possesses the unique designation: Primate Killer. Has absolute authority to kill primates.]
Aizen let the words sink in.
"…Primate Killer."
He raised a brow, expression unreadable.
Cathy Palug—this tiny, squishy, pure-white fluffball—was a monster.
A cosmic anomaly capable of rivaling gods. An existence that held absolute killing rights over primates.
Aizen glanced down at his own hand.
Technically speaking… he was still a primate.
Which raised a very real concern.
Could this cute little beast, theoretically, slap him to death while he was sleeping?
For the first time since becoming a Shinigami, Aizen felt… uneasy.
Fufu stared back at him innocently, as if it were trying to read his thoughts.
But to Aizen, its gaze felt like a sword poised above his head—quiet, constant, and impossible to ignore.
"…Sigh."
He hesitated for a moment, then reached for his Zanpakuto.
"Fufu?"
The white beast tilted its head again, curious.
"Shatter—Kyōka Suigetsu."
Aizen activated Complete Hypnosis.
The tension vanished in an instant.
"That's better," he murmured, exhaling lightly.
"Definitely not something native to this world… an existence on par with the Mother Goddess herself. Just what sort of multiverse anomalies are these newcomers?"
He walked over, gently draping a string around Fufu's neck. Hanging from it was a broken jade charm.
"You'd better not suddenly awaken one day and decide to wipe out mankind."
Then, Yamamoto Meis voice echoed in the group chat—soft and curious.
Aizen, what did you draw?
"…I suppose there's no point hiding it," he muttered, lifting his phone.
Aizen: "[Picture] [Picture]"
The chat group exploded.
Tohsaka Sakura: "So cute!"
Nakiri Erina: "Adorable! Is it a cat? Or a rabbit?"
Shinobu: "Fufu? Even its name is cute."
Jibril: "Hey, hey, HEY! Are we just ignoring what it is?! Did no one read that part about 'Primate Killer'?!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Wait… what?! That thing Aizen drew is on that level?! Insane."
Yamamoto Mei: "Aizen… you really are dangerous."
Aizen: "…Misunderstanding others isn't very kind, Miss Mei. I don't control what the newcomers receive."
Esdeath: "Primate Killer, huh? Then technically, most of us here are restrained by that squishy little thing…"
Jibril: "Not me! I'm a Flügel! Totally non-primate~"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Would my dragon form count as a primate…?"
Nakiri Erina: "I can also transform into a phoenix…"
Saitama: "Hey, I'm technically a primate too, right? Can this little furball defeat me? I'm kind of curious."
Daemon: "…Probably not."
Daemon: "Given your comic settings, even Tiamat might not be able to scratch you."
Saitama: "Ehhh… too boring…"
Luo Hao: "This is absurd. A creature that looks like that can restrain even a God-Slayer?"
Uchiha Madara (soul): "Hmph. I don't buy it! I'm Madara Uchiha! Even if it could restrain primates, it wouldn't get through my Susanoo or Rinnegan!"
Daemon: "Madara, even after you became Six Paths Madara, you still couldn't withstand Eight Gates Guy. Don't bluff."
Uchiha Madara (soul): "…Tch. I let him kick me! It was to demonstrate my resolve! I have a thousand ways I could've avoided it!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "BAHAHA! Madara's coping so hard right now!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Anyway—Madara, what did you get? Eriri and Aizen already posted theirs. Don't be shy now~"
Uchiha Madara (soul): "I… haven't received it yet."
Luo Hao: "Hmm? You've been holding back this whole time? That's unusually patient of you."
Uchiha Madara (soul): "Heh. Of course. I'm far more composed than that wooden idiot Hashirama."
Daemon: "More like you're scared the reward might suck, so you waited to see Eriri and Aizen's first."
Uchiha Madara (soul): "Lies! Slender nonsense! I'm drawing now!"
The World of Naruto — Hidden Underground Layer
Within the vast silence of the underworld, Madara—still in his soul state—clenched his fist.
"Receive reward!"
[Congratulations: You have received – Death Converter]
He paused.
"…Death?"
Wait a minute.
"Isn't that the world where Aizen and that reincarnated girl came from? Hold on—Shinigami?!"
His eyes widened.
He quickly pulled up the item details.
[Death Converter]
[Single-use consumable item]
[Can forcibly convert any lifeform into the soul-state of a Shinigami from Soul Society]
Madara's face twisted into a wicked grin.
"Hahaha! That wooden idiot Hashirama always lost every bet—and once again, my luck shines through!"
Even in soul form, Madara Uchiha couldn't help but laugh as he looked at what he'd obtained.
He didn't need to wait decades for resurrection. No need for that manipulative brat, Obito. Fortune had smiled on him.
He opened the chat group with glee.
Uchiha Madara (Soul): "Guess what I just got? Take a look!" [Image]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Whoa! You really switched careers on the spot, huh? From top-tier ninja to a Shinigami? You lucky monster!"
Aizen Sōsuke: "Interesting... It resembles the Hōgyoku's effect, but the ceiling seems lower. Still, I'm curious—how far can you go as a Shinigami?"
Yamamoto Mei: "...Wait. So we now have three Shinigami in this group?"
Esdeath: "Why not? We've already got multiple Devil Fruit users too."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Speaking of which, Daemon-sama, weren't you going to give me the Slippery Fruit for completing the Transmigrator elimination mission? That netted you quite the reward, didn't it?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Oh, right! Daemon-sama—what Noble Phantasm did you get from killing Madara back then?"
Uchiha Madara (Soul): "'Killing me'... that sounds so wrong. But I'm curious too."
Daemon: "The Slippery Fruit user's still alive. I'm tracking them. As for Madara..."
Daemon: "No new Noble Phantasm, but my Eye of Horus got a massive upgrade." [Image]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Seriously?! Solar energy integration? Immunity to sunlight heat damage? And an enhanced Amaterasu? Ridiculous!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "A divine blessing indeed. Your ability's far beyond Kocho Shinobu's, and she's not weak."
Kocho Shinobu: "He is Daemon-sama, after all. I can't compare."
Uchiha Miyuki: "By the way, didn't His Highness Daemon completely counter the Captain of Death's Zanpakutō, Ryūjin Jaka? What's your take, Yamamoto-san?"
Yamamoto Mei: "...No impressions. Even before the upgrade, we were hopeless against him."
Uchiha Madara (Soul): "So... I was actually quite the stepping stone, huh?"
Daemon: "Absolutely. You helped me level up and gave me a fresh set of Rinnegan. A true MVP. Thanks, Madara."
Uchiha Madara (Soul): "...I kinda regret being resurrected so soon. Can I at least have my Rinnegan back?"
Daemon: "Rinnegan? What's that?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Haha! Master Madara got played again!"
Amused but undeterred, Madara rolled his eyes and muttered, "I'll just use the damn item already."
Just then, a notification appeared:
Daemon: "Relax, I was just joking. The Rinnegan's no use to me. With the Demonic Eye of Direct Death and the Eye of Horus, I can't transplant anything else. Here's your red envelope."
Madara stared at the gift. His pride kicked in.
Uchiha Madara (Soul): "Heh, no thanks. I've chosen a new path. I'll reach the top as a Shinigami."
He returned the red envelope and immediately activated the "Death Conversion" item.
Ding!
[Transformation successful. Congratulations—You are now a Shinigami.]
"Huh?" Madara blinked.
Just like that?
Then his soul began to surge. Knowledge poured into his mind—Shinigami techniques, spirit energy flow, Zanpakutō principles, combat forms, flash steps, Bankai releases...
It was overwhelming, like an ocean crashing into his consciousness.
His soul condensed into form, physical and vibrant, radiating a terrifying aura. He glanced at his palm and clenched it.
"I really have become a Shinigami... And this strength... this Bankai..."
He paused, lips curling into a grin.
"It's no weaker than the Six Paths state... Maybe stronger. Hahahaha! Magnificent!"
Madara activated Shunpo, his body vanishing in a blur as he headed upward from the underworld. The chat group reopened.
Uchiha Madara: "Success!"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Eh? Oh! The 'Soul' tag's gone. Congrats, Mr. Madara. So—what's your power level now?"
Uchiha Madara: "Post-Bankai? Probably on par with Kaguya Ōtsutsuki. Maybe even more refined. But I haven't hit the ceiling yet."
Aizen Sōsuke: "You'll find the limit eventually. If you can't break through, perhaps I can lend a hand."
Uchiha Madara: "Good to know. I'll remember that."
Uchiha Miyuki: "By the way, Madara-sama... want to help me teach Obito a lesson? He's trying to steal Rin-chan from me, that traitor!"
Uchiha Madara: "Hmph. I've got no time for petty love dramas. I'm heading for Daemon."
Uchiha Miyuki: "...Wait, why?"
Uchiha Madara: "To test my strength, of course. If he's the strongest in this group, I want to see how far I've come."
Uchiha Miyuki: "...Fair."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Jibril, do you still have those Senzu Beans?"
Jibril: "I ate the last batch fighting Daemon, but I've just finished growing a few new ones."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Perfect. Send one to Madara after the fight."
Jibril: "Will do. But Madara, you better start a livestream. No stream, no red envelope."
Uchiha Madara: "Fine, fine. But what the hell is a Senzu Bean?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "A miraculous healing item. Instantly restores you to full health."
Uchiha Madara: "...Wait, you think I'll lose?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Obviously. You're probably still weaker than me. And Daemon defeated me instantly."
Uchiha Madara: "Hahaha! Excellent! Just makes this more exciting. Blood's boiling already!"
Uchiha Madara: "Daemon, I'm coming for you!"
Daemon: "Alright. I'm in the Akatsuki hideout—you know the place."
Uchiha Madara: "On my way!"
In the world of Naruto, Daemon stepped out of Konan's room.
The yard outside was quiet. Uzumaki Nagato, still standing at the gate like an unwavering statue, showed no signs of life in his eyes.
Controlled by Uchiha Miyuki, he had long lost consciousness, yet his presence remained solid—a sentinel in the night.
Daemon glanced at him and patted him lightly on the shoulder with a half-smile.
"Thanks for holding the fort, Nagato."
There was no reply, of course. But Daemon's voice carried a casual kind of respect—as if he were acknowledging an old companion doing his part.
Just then, a youthful, energetic voice echoed from below.
"Daemon! I'm coming!"
With a thunderous crack, the ground beneath trembled. And the next second, a figure soared upward, defying gravity with ease. He stood mid-air as if the sky itself were solid ground.
Uchiha Madara.
Daemon's eyes lit up with intrigue.
"You adapted fast," he said, folding his arms as he looked the reborn legend over.
"I didn't expect you to handle the power of death this well, Madara."
A grin tugged at Madara's lips. His long hair swayed in the wind, and his eyes gleamed—not with madness, but something deeper. Purpose. Resolve.
"I have you to thank, Daemon," Madara said.
"If you hadn't killed me, I would've missed the chance to join the chat group."
There was no sarcasm in his tone. Just pure, raw appreciation.
"Had I survived, there's no telling whether I'd still qualify. So in a way..." He chuckled.
"I owe you."
Daemon blinked, taken slightly aback—but impressed. That was Madara's version of gratitude, blunt and honest.
"And this," Madara continued, "is how I show my thanks."
He laughed wildly, his presence flaring.
With a snap of his fingers, a black and crimson Zanpakutō materialized in his hand, and a terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from his body like a storm.
"Let's have a real fight, Daemon!"
With the words, the group chat's live broadcast was triggered—Jibril's setting, no doubt.
The others watched with rapt attention.
"Shikai—Reincarnation wheel!"
A low hum followed. Then a thunderous explosion of power.
Madara's spiritual pressure didn't just surge—it devoured everything around it, twisting the very air.
The ground cracked, the skies warped, and time itself seemed to pause for a moment.
Daemon narrowed his eyes. This was no longer the man he had fought before.
Madara's body now radiated with a ghostly white light. His attire shifted into something akin to the Sage of Six Paths.
A long war fan rested on his back, and dozens of pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orbs hovered around him like a halo of death.
Most striking of all were his eyes—twelve golden tomoe swirling in each reincarnation eye.
Uchiha Miyuki couldn't hold back.
"Damn... I won't lie. That form looks ridiculously cool. No wonder Madara thinks he might be on par with Kaguya."
Aizen Sosuke, watching calmly, gave his assessment.
"This spiritual pressure... remarkable. For someone who just became a Shinigami, his potential is terrifying."
"He might surpass the limits of a Shinigami sooner than we expect. Let's see where his power truly lies."
Eriri Sawamura chimed in nervously.
"Mr. Daemon... you're not going to lose, are you?"
Back in the sky, Madara felt the weight of their gazes.
Far from being nervous, it only made him more exhilarated. There was something intoxicating about being seen like this—witnessed in his prime, overflowing with power.
"I'll let you take the first shot, Daemon!" he shouted, wind roaring around him, truth-seeking orbs swirling like a storm of fate.
He smiled, not arrogantly—but boldly. Confidently.
This was no longer a man searching for purpose.
This was a warrior reborn.
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