A storm of memories and light erupted behind Kairon D. Gale's eyes as he gasped awake atop silk sheets in a penthouse he barely recognized. The world spun, then settled into a strange clarity. He blinked, disoriented, but the scent of rain and city air grounded him. He was here—Central City—but he was not himself. Not entirely.
A voice, smooth and synthetic, echoed in his mind:
[System Initialization Complete. Welcome, Kairon D. Gale. I am Sage, your AI assistant. My purpose is to aid you in understanding your new reality, your abilities, and your path forward. My knowledge is limited by your current power, but I will always strive to provide the best possible answers. Ask me anything.]
Kairon rubbed his temples, smirking despite the confusion. "So… I got isekai'd, huh? What's the deal?"
[Sage: Correct. You have been transmigrated into the body of a seventeen-year-old orphan from an upper-class family in Central City. Both parents are deceased. Your mother was an Amazon, though you were not previously aware of this. Your father worked for Wayne Group. You have access to a substantial trust fund. Physically, you are healthy, with latent Amazonian traits and the potential for significant growth. You possess the memories, experience, and abilities of two legendary individuals as compensation for your accidental transmigration: Madara Uchiha from Naruto and Iruma Takumi from Possibly the Greatest Alchemist of All Time.]
Kairon's eyes widened. "Madara? I know him—everyone knows Madara. But who the hell is Iruma Takumi?"
[Sage: Iruma Takumi is a prodigious alchemist from another world, renowned for his genius in transmutation and material manipulation. He possesses the unique ability to analyze, deconstruct, and reconstruct matter at a fundamental level, as well as a deep well of knowledge in chemistry, physics, and magical engineering. His bloodline grants him an affinity for alchemy and mana manipulation. Like Madara, his memories, knowledge, and innate abilities have been integrated into your being. As you grow stronger, you will unlock more of their power, experience, and even their bloodline traits.]
Kairon whistled. "So, I've got Madara's ninjutsu, alchemy skills from this Takumi guy, and half-Amazonian blood. Not bad. What about Madara's Ten-Tails form? That's not off-limits, right?"
[Sage: The Ten-Tails is not removed. However, it is not immediately accessible. The Ten-Tails form—akin to the Sage of the Six Paths transformation—is a pinnacle state requiring immense power and mastery. It is locked until you achieve sufficient strength. As you grow, you will unlock more of Madara's abilities, including the potential for the Ten-Tails transformation.]
Kairon grinned, feeling the thrill of possibility. "Alright, Sage. Show me my status."
A holographic screen shimmered before him:
Kairon D. Gale – Status Sheet (Initial)
Name: Kairon D. Gale
Age: 17
Heritage: 50% Amazonian, 50% Human
Level: Novice
Status: Healthy, Confused
Attributes:
Strength: Above Average (Amazonian)
Speed: Above Average
Stamina: Good
Chakra Control: Untrained
Alchemy: Untrained
Intelligence: High
Perception: Enhanced (Madara's Experience)
Abilities:
Shinobi Arts: None (potential)
Alchemy: None (potential)
Amazonian Traits: Latent strength, enhanced healing (not yet awakened)
Inventory: Unlimited storage, instant retrieval
Jutsu/Magic Learned:
None yet
Crafted Tools:
None yet
Kairon paced the penthouse, absorbing the luxury and the emptiness. He rifled through drawers, finding bank statements, a will, and a few faded photos—a woman with golden eyes, a man with a stern smile. Mom and Dad. He pocketed the photos, feeling a pang of something he couldn't name.
He checked his finances—more than enough to live comfortably, but not enough to buy a private island. Good enough for now.
He stretched, feeling the latent strength in his muscles. "Alright, Sage. Let's see what I can do."
He focused, trying to channel chakra into his hands. Nothing happened at first, but then—a flicker of blue energy. It was weak, unstable, but it was there. He grinned, trying to push more, but the energy fizzled out.
He tried again, this time drawing on Madara's memories. The movements came easier, the flow of energy clearer. He managed a few shaky steps up the wall before slipping, but he laughed it off. "Not bad for a rookie."
He turned his attention to alchemy. He picked up a spoon, focusing on Iruma Takumi's knowledge. He visualized the metal bending, reshaping. The spoon wobbled, then straightened—barely a change, but it was a start. "This is gonna take some work."
Over the next few days, Kairon turned the penthouse into a workshop. He practiced taijutsu, kunai throwing, and basic chakra control. He crafted simple tools—kunai from kitchen knives, shuriken from scrap metal, and even a rudimentary grappling hook. He tested them on the rooftop, laughing as he swung from one ledge to another.
The memories of Madara and Iruma made everything easier. The forms, the techniques, the theory—it was all there, waiting to be unlocked. He trained harder, pushing his body and mind, knowing that the stronger he got, the more of their power he could access.
A month passed in a blur of experimentation, training, and self-discovery.
One Month Later
Kairon stood on the rooftop at dawn, the city stretching before him. He felt different—stronger, sharper, more in tune with his body and his abilities. He called up his status, eager to see how far he'd come.
Kairon D. Gale – Status Sheet (After One Month)
Name: Kairon D. Gale
Age: 17
Heritage: 50% Amazonian, 50% Human
Level: Lower Genin (Fresh out of Academy)
Status: Healthy, Energized
Attributes:
Strength: Enhanced (Amazonian)
Speed: Enhanced
Stamina: Excellent
Chakra Control: Improved
Alchemy: Beginner+
Intelligence: Very High
Perception: Sharper (Madara's Experience)
Abilities:
Shinobi Arts: Improved taijutsu, kunai/throwing, shurikenjutsu, basic chakra control, wall-walking (unstable)
Alchemy: Basic transmutation, material analysis, simple tool crafting
Amazonian Traits: Latent strength, enhanced healing (slightly awakened)
Inventory: Unlimited storage, instant retrieval
Jutsu/Magic Learned:
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (miniature, unstable)
Wind Release: Gale Palm (weak gust, can deflect small objects)
Sharingan: None (potential)
Alchemy: Basic object repair, simple transmutation
Crafted Tools:
Kunai (x10): Homemade, sharpened kitchen knives
Shuriken (x20): Crafted from scrap metal
Grappling Hook: Rudimentary, but functional
Wire Traps (x5): Basic, for ambushes
[Sage: Your progress is notable, Kairon. Would you like a summary of your growth?]
Kairon nodded. "Yeah, lay it on me."
[Sage: Over the past month, you have honed your physical abilities, leveraging your Amazonian heritage and the memories of Madara and Iruma. Your training has been accelerated by their experience, knowledge, and instincts.
Your taijutsu and weapon skills are now at the level of a genin fresh out of the academy, but with the tactical sense of someone who has seen real combat—comparable to Sasuke Uchiha during the Wave mission.
Your chakra control has improved, allowing you to perform basic wall-walking and channel chakra to your limbs for enhanced speed and strength, though it is still unstable.
You have learned to craft basic ninja tools—kunai, shuriken, and a grappling hook—using your alchemy and ingenuity.
You have unlocked the beginnings of Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique and Wind Release: Gale Palm, though they are still weak and unstable.
Your Amazonian traits have begun to awaken, granting you enhanced healing and slightly increased strength.
Your inventory is now fully integrated, allowing you to store and retrieve items instantly.
In summary, you are now a lower genin, fresh out of the academy, with the tactical edge of a seasoned fighter. You are not yet powerful, but you are resourceful and adaptable.
However, you have reached a bottleneck. To grow further, you will need real combat experience. Training alone will not suffice.]
Kairon grinned, twirling a kunai between his fingers. He leapt from the rooftop, landing lightly on a fire escape, then bounded down to the street. The city was waking up, and so was he.
He ducked into an alley, testing his wall-walking. He managed a few steps before slipping, but he laughed it off. "Not bad for a rookie."
He pulled a shuriken from his inventory and tossed it at a distant pipe, watching it clang against the metal. "I need a real fight," he muttered.
He thought about Central City—the Rogues, the police, the Flash. The villains here had a code: no unnecessary violence, no harming civilians. The police were decent, and the Flash took care of the real trouble. Not like Gotham, where every night was a gamble.
If I start trouble here, I'll be stepping on toes. The Rogues won't like it, the cops won't like it, and the Flash might just show up to put me in my place. I'm not ready for that kind of attention. Not yet.
He kicked a pebble down the alley, watching it skitter. I don't want to mess with a city that's got its act together. The villains here are… pretty good. They don't want the Justice League on their trail, so they keep things clean. Only minor thugs cause problems, and the Flash takes them down in a flash.
He leaned his head back against the wall, staring at the sliver of sky above. Maybe I should leave. Go somewhere else. Find stronger opponents. But I'm not ready to run into the Justice League. Not yet.
He pushed off the wall, stretching his arms. "Guess I'll stick around for a little longer. Train some more. Maybe try to find a real challenge without causing a mess."
But as the days passed, the itch for real combat grew stronger. He knew he couldn't stay forever. He needed to test himself, to push his limits. And Central City, for all its charms, wasn't the place for that.
With a grin and a spring in his step, Kairon D. Gale made up his mind. He'd leave Central City, head to another town, find stronger opponents—ones who wouldn't mind a good fight. He'd avoid the Justice League's radar, keep his head down, and grow stronger on his own terms.
He packed his gear, slung his homemade grappling hook over his shoulder, and stepped out into the morning light. The wind at his back, adventure on the horizon, Kairon D. Gale disappeared into the crowd, ready for whatever came next.