"Look at this dump..." Kurama said as he looked at the port with annoyance. There was a lot of trash and shady-looking people watching them with some interest. He hadn't even been there for a minute, and he already wanted to leave. "You know what? To hell with this." Saying that, the Bijuu turned into chakra and merged with the Uzumaki. Sighing, Naruto continued walking through the port and made his way into the city.
"Nice outfit. Going to an otaku convention, idiot?" Naruto quickly turned around to see a group of teenagers walking around him. They were all mocking him and giving the blond strange looks. He looked down at himself and didn't understand the problem. He was wearing his orange cloak with black flames, his jonin vest underneath, dark pants with several pockets, and finally, his forehead protector.
"Otaku?" the Uzumaki repeated. The word didn't sound familiar to him. Maybe it was another language. He had studied with the Amazons and knew dozens of languages, so that wasn't a problem for him. Paying it no attention, he continued walking, but his path was blocked by a hooded teenager who pulled out a knife. More than five criminals surrounded the Uzumaki, who only sighed. (Seriously, not even five minutes here, and they're already trying to rob me. This world really is in bad shape.)
"Give me everything you've got." One of the criminals tried to grab the Uzumaki, but Naruto simply grabbed him by the wrist and gave him a serious look. The robber's friends quickly pulled out their guns and pointed them at the blond.
"Let him go, you son of a bitch!" shouted a brown-haired young man as he pressed the barrel of his gun against the back of the shinobi's head, who remained calm. However, the young man suddenly felt a crushing blow to his stomach. Falling to his knees, he vomited his lunch and blood. Gunshots followed almost immediately.
"Die—" Before he could finish, another criminal was knocked unconscious by a right hook that fractured his jaw. He fell to the ground unconscious. The remaining criminals stepped back. They hadn't even seen when this man had moved. The last three tried to escape, but they were shot in the legs.
"Interesting," Naruto said as he looked at the gun with some interest. Throwing it aside, he continued on his way toward the city center. These weapons were dangerous and simple to use. The fact that apparently anyone could get one was already a danger. Pushing those thoughts aside, he reached the center of the city, where there was a large park.
"And what are you going to do?" Kurama asked from inside the blond, who simply sat down on one of the benches.
"I don't know yet. I can't go around like a madman killing anyone who deserves it. No, we need to think things through calmly," Naruto said in his mind as he began to think. He had to be careful about what he did. He didn't want Diana and her group of costumed people coming after him. Frowning, he looked up at the sky.
"Hmm... You could use an alias and move through the shadows. That way, you wouldn't attract attention," the Bijuu suggested in a bored tone as he yawned. It was a good plan and also a good way to operate without being bothered.
"You mean being like Obito... That's not a bad idea. It's better than going out in the open and making a mess." With that plan in mind, he got moving. Strangely, he felt excited about returning to action. It was just as Ero-sennin used to say: a shinobi would always be a shinobi. Standing up, he walked through the park, whistling calmly as he passed among the people there.
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In a large cave, we see hundreds of highly advanced technological devices, along with plenty of weapons and incredible vehicles. But setting that aside, we see several screens displaying different information and videos of a man moving through the shadows. In front of the screens stood one of the most well-known heroes in the world, someone who was recognized even beyond the planet.
The Dark Knight, Batman. The hero looked with annoyance at the information before him, but his thoughts were interrupted by his loyal friend and butler, Alfred. Calmly, the man in a tuxedo placed a tray of food on a table.
"Anything interesting, Mr. Wayne?" he asked calmly as he looked at the screens. Interested, he noticed an image of the man. He was tall, with a masculine and well-built body. He wore black combat pants and steel-toed shoes, an orange T-shirt, and a large black leather jacket over it. Finally, he wore a strange orange spiral mask that revealed only one eye, his right one. His dark hair stuck out from the mask, showing that it was somewhat long and spiky.
"We have a killer striking all over the world... His first appearance was six months ago. He was in Africa and killed several generals and smugglers who were involved in transporting diamonds from Africa to the rest of the world. This happened in broad daylight when they were bringing weapons to a resistance group that called itself Kinshasa..." the hero explained as he displayed images of the people he had just mentioned.
"What happened to the weapons that were supposed to be delivered to the resistance?" the butler asked curiously.
"They were destroyed along with the convoy. Nothing was left, and all the diamonds disappeared. But the next day, they were 'donated' to a charity that helps people affected by this war," he said with a frown. The images changed again, this time showing a news broadcast where poor people were celebrating the large anonymous donation.
"Wow, quite the Robin Hood," the older man exclaimed with a small smile. With that amount donated, it would surely do a lot of good for the people. Building schools, homes, and centers where they could serve free meals. It was a good deed on the masked man's part.
"He's a killer, Alfred," the hero replied harshly as he continued showing more information about everything that had happened over the past few months. "He wiped out an entire mafia group in Italy that was feared throughout the country. He attacked several guerrilla convoys in Iran. He killed several people from a drug cartel in Colombia. He killed everyone in an underground criminal network in Chicago that was responsible for kidnapping girls and women of all ages. In just one day, he killed 96 people and freed all the victims of that network." More and more files appeared, each showing different incidents from around the world.
"Wow... Is it possible to do all that in such a short time?" the butler asked in surprise as he looked at the files with confusion. Some of these incidents had happened very close together, while others had occurred almost at the same time. But being in several places at once? That was something new.
"I suspect he has the ability to clone himself. This man is dangerous. I'm going to inform the League of his existence. We need to act." Without saying anything more, the Dark Knight walked through the Batcave and climbed into his jet. He had to go to the Watchtower. As for Alfred, he simply remained there, looking at the screen. Unable to stop himself, he smiled. The man might be a killer, but his actions were noble, and sometimes that was important. Fighting for the right reasons, just as Alfred had done when he fought in the war for his country. He had killed, yes, but for a good cause.
"A necessary evil," the older man said uncertainly as he turned off the screens. Sometimes the world needed people like this, people who were willing to get their hands dirty to make the world a better place. Chuckling under his breath, he went to the elevator. He was sure Mr. Wayne would disagree with him. Sighing, he simply went up to the mansion. He still had duties to attend to.