Intro: The Forgotten War
Long before pirates roamed the seas…
Before shinobi carved nations from shadows…
Before spirits cursed the living, and heroes punched holes through monsters…
There was only one law.
Power.
The ancients called it Energia—the primal force of all creation.
It shaped continents. It birthed gods.
But humanity, as always, turned gifts into weapons.
Over centuries, Energia splintered into five great disciplines:
Chakra for the shinobi
Ki for the martial gods
Haki and Devil Fruits for the sea kings
Cursed Energy for the broken and the damned
And a final, nameless force... born of instinct, will, and boredom.
When the world broke, they scattered. Each believing their power was the only one.
Each forgetting that they were once part of something whole.
But now… something stirs beneath the surface.
Energia is waking.
And the strongest warriors from every corner of the earth…
Are being drawn together.
The truth of the world is no longer sleeping.
It is rising.
And it's pissed.
The wind howled across the ruins of the Southern Archipelago, pulling salt from the sea and death from the soil. Smoke drifted lazily from the blackened skeleton of what had once been a marine outpost — now nothing more than crumbling stone and twisted steel.
At the edge of the cliff, where the sea collided with jagged rock, a boy with a straw hat sat cross-legged, grinning like he hadn't just punched a mountain into powder.
Monkey D. Luffy bit into a piece of meat he'd stolen from the wreckage. His fingers were still singed. His face was streaked with ash and blood. But he smiled anyway.
"Zoro's gonna be mad he missed the fight," he muttered through a mouthful. "Too slow as usual."
A gust of wind rushed behind him, fast and sharp. He didn't turn — he didn't have to. The energy hit different. It wasn't Haki. It wasn't even ki.
It was… angry.
"You're the one they call Luffy, huh?" a voice asked behind him — smooth, almost amused, but thick with malice.
Luffy stood, slowly wiping his mouth. "Who wants to know?"
He turned. And there he was — a man with markings etched into his skin like curses carved by gods, standing barefoot on the cliffside like he owned the world. A second mouth grinned on his cheek, laughing independently of the one on his face.
Sukuna.
"Yo," Luffy said casually. "You got two mouths. That's kinda cool."
Sukuna didn't laugh. He just raised one hand — and the sea behind Luffy screamed.
The cursed wave rose like a monster made of water and sorrow, hundreds of feet tall, swirling with faces that begged and screamed and clawed at each other. Luffy's eyes widened. Not in fear. In thrill.
"Ohhh," he whispered, fist tightening. "You're strong."
Meanwhile, far inland — The Hidden Leaf Zone, a whisper passed through the forest. Trees bent. Birds scattered.
Naruto Uzumaki crouched low in the branches, eyes narrowed. He could feel it — not chakra. Not exactly. Something else. Old. Hungry.
"Sasuke," he murmured. "You feel that?"
From a branch above, Sasuke dropped down, cloak fluttering. "It's everywhere. Like the whole world is… humming."
Naruto clenched his fist. "The elders said the Five Energies were just myths. Ancient stuff from before the Great Split."
Sasuke looked at him, eye glowing red with the Sharingan. "They lied."
Before either could speak again, a streak of silver light ripped through the sky above them. It wasn't a bird. It wasn't a jutsu.
It was a person, rocketing through the air like gravity owed him money.
Naruto's jaw dropped. "Was that—?"
The ground erupted as the figure slammed into the clearing below, kicking up a crater of dust and rock. When it settled, a bald man stood in the center, grocery bag still intact in one hand.
He looked up at them, completely unfazed.
"Hey," he called out, bored. "Either of you guys seen something called the 'Core Zone'? I think I got punched here by accident."
Naruto blinked. "…Who the hell are you?"
"Saitama," the man said, rubbing the back of his head. "Hero for fun."
Goku stood at the peak of the tallest mountain in the Western Wastes, his gi flapping in the wind, his eyes locked on the horizon. He could feel them — the awakenings. The pulses. The collision of powers that had once been legends, now being reborn.
Below him, Vegeta paced, arms crossed. "You feel it too, don't you?"
Goku nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's like… all the world's strongest fighters just took a breath at the same time."
And somewhere far, far away — a voice laughed. Deep. Cruel. Gluttonous.
"Tremble, little gods…" it said, echoing across sky and sea and soul. "I have become the source."
In the capital of the world, beneath the shining towers of Civitas Prime, five ancient relics glowed in unison for the first time in centuries.
Energia — the primal source — was waking up.
And the world would never be the same again.