What if Goku Was in Naruto – Chapter 4 | Crossover Fanfiction

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Kakashi, Hiyashi, and Gai stood frozen—silent, breathless, stunned beyond words. Their expressions were caught somewhere between disbelief and awe, eyes wide as they stared across the scorched battlefield.

They had expected Goku to be strong. That much was clear from the start. But this level of power? No one could have prepared them for it.

They had used everything—every technique, every secret weapon. Their best. Their last cards. And yet… Goku hadn’t even flinched.

Kakashi’s voice broke the heavy silence, filled with disbelief. “Impossible… He shouldn’t have any chakra left.”

The very air trembled with the pressure of Goku’s ki, making it nearly impossible for them to stand. All three shinobi fought to stay upright as the waves of raw energy pressed down on their bodies like the weight of a mountain.

From within the thinning smoke, a shape emerged—calm, unhurried, completely at ease. Goku stepped forward, smiling, not a single mark on him.

“I see now,” he said thoughtfully, brushing dust from his orange gi. “You’ve got a technique that can block the natural flow of ki. That’s pretty interesting.”

His voice was casual, like he was discussing the weather, but his words left the trio shaken.

“When you hit me earlier,” Goku continued, “I could feel it. Like parts of my body suddenly couldn’t generate ki. It was like something had been sealed off.”

He rolled his shoulder slowly, keeping his gaze on them.

“I needed to be sure. So I let you land that last hit, just to test it. Sorry, my friends,” he added with a faint grin, “but you’re up against the wrong opponent.”

Hiyashi took a step back, confusion and fear mixing on his face. “Who… who is this guy?” he whispered.

He had trained his entire life, mastering techniques passed down through generations. One of them—the Eight Trigrams Palms—was supposed to shut down a person’s chakra entirely. If it connected, the target should’ve been helpless.

But Goku stood tall. Untouched. Unfazed.

Doubt crept into Hiyashi’s heart.

Gai clenched his jaw. “Guy, move away,” he ordered quickly. “We’re going with Plan C.”

“No more talking,” Goku interrupted, and for the first time, his expression sharpened. “Now, I’ll show you just a fraction of what I can really do.”

In an instant, Goku vanished.

His speed was unlike anything the shinobi had ever seen. Not even a flicker of motion—just the sudden pressure of wind exploding in all directions.

Before Kakashi could react, Goku had already passed him, eyes locked on Hiyashi. A single push—firm and clean—slammed into Hiyashi’s abdomen, sending him flying like a ragdoll across the battlefield, crashing through shattered trees before vanishing from sight.

“Gah!”

Gai didn’t hesitate. He charged forward, teeth gritted, spinning into a high-speed twister. “This should keep him busy long enough for me to find a weak point!”

But just as his spinning kick neared its target, everything stopped.

Goku’s hand snapped out, casually grabbing Gai’s foot mid-rotation.

“What—?”

Without a moment of pause, Goku lifted Gai over his head with ease and slammed him into the earth like a hammer striking a nail. The ground cracked beneath the impact, dust and debris rising in a thick cloud.

With two of the Leaf’s finest shinobi down, Goku slowly turned his attention to Kakashi, the last one still standing.

“You’re next,” he said calmly.

Before Kakashi could respond, a glowing ball of energy gathered in Goku’s palm. With a single motion, he launched the ki blast straight at the white-haired ninja.

It exploded just in front of him, blinding light and heat rushing past. Kakashi raised his arms instinctively, bracing himself as the blast shook the ground.

When the light faded, Goku lowered his arm and looked toward a nearby tree.

There, high up in the branches, stood Tsunade, arms crossed as she observed quietly from the shadows.

Goku spoke to her without raising his voice. “As you can see, I’ve defeated your famous warriors. So now, do you believe I can handle myself?”

Tsunade’s face was unreadable, lips tight, brows furrowed. But inside, her thoughts were racing.

He’s a real fighting genius, she admitted silently, even if her pride hated to say it out loud.

Just then, Goku’s body tensed.

A strange force pulled at him—sudden and invisible, like a vacuum trying to drag him out of existence. He narrowed his eyes, turning his head.

It was Kakashi.

The man he thought was finished now stood tall, left eye glowing with power, hand raised and shaking with effort.

This was his final trump card. His last move. His last hope.

“Kamui!” Kakashi roared.

A swirling vortex opened around Goku, trying to trap him in a separate dimension.

The wind howled. The ground shook.

Goku grunted as the pull tightened around him, but unlike any target Kakashi had faced before—this one resisted.

Seconds passed. Ten. Fifteen. Thirty.

Still, Goku stood firm, muscles straining against the force, refusing to vanish.

Kakashi’s chakra began to wane, his breathing heavy. His eye dimmed.

He had given it everything.

But even that wasn’t enough.

Goku didn’t budge. The space around him rippled like waves caught in a storm, the vacuum of Kakashi’s Kamui pulling with everything it had. But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t move him an inch. The ground cracked beneath his boots, but he stood firm—unshaken.

Kakashi’s eye dimmed. His breath came in short, tired gasps. His chakra—gone.

His hand dropped to his side.

“I… I don’t have the strength to continue,” he said weakly, his voice hoarse and drained. “You win. We give up.”

The words hung in the air like a cold wind brushing across battle-scarred earth.

The fight had gone on much longer than anyone expected. And by the time it was truly over, the moon hung high in the sky, pale and glowing. Midnight had come.

Far from the Hidden Leaf—beyond the forests, beyond the reach of any village—another scene unfolded.

Deep in the shadows of a forgotten ruin, the Akatsuki gathered in a circular chamber. Their meeting had just ended, each cloaked figure preparing to vanish into the darkness until their next summon. They had agreed to meet again in two months.

But as they were turning to leave, a voice broke the silence.

“Itachi—wait.”

The quiet call came from Kakuzu, his tone lower than usual, burdened with unease. It wasn’t often he looked troubled, but tonight, something weighed heavily on his mind.

Itachi didn’t even turn around at first. “Say it,” he said flatly, clearly not in the mood for small talk.

Still, after catching the serious look on Kakuzu’s face, he paused.

“…Fine. What is it?”

Kakuzu stepped closer. “Of all of us,” he began, “you’re the most skilled when it comes to genjutsu. I came across something recently—something strange. I need your insight.”

Itachi narrowed his eyes. “Go on. I’m listening.”

Kakuzu then explained everything—his and Hidan’s full encounter with the mysterious man. The story took time, but Itachi listened all the way through. As he did, his interest gradually sharpened, the bored look slipping from his eyes.

“Interesting,” Itachi muttered. “None of what you’ve described fits the pattern of genjutsu.”

Before he could say more, Kisame cut in with a dismissive snort.

“Why are you trying to make excuses?” Kisame said, arms crossed. “You just couldn’t tell it was a shadow clone.”

“You say that again,” Hidan growled, fists clenched, “and I swear I’ll knock out those shark teeth one by one.”

“Easy,” Kakuzu warned, raising a hand. “We don’t have time for bickering.”

But his eyes were distant, still thinking about the strange man with that impossible power.

Then Itachi spoke again, slower this time. “This person intrigues me. I’m going to find him… and study this ‘strange jutsu’ for myself.”

“You won’t,” said another voice—calm, commanding. It was Pain, who had been listening quietly from the side. “You won’t delay the Akatsuki’s goals over something that might not even be real. We have objectives to fulfill. We stay focused.”

Itachi turned toward him, his expression unreadable.

“A man who defeated both Kakuzu and Hidan,” he said quietly. “That kind of power is rare. He’s in the Land of Fire. That means he has an enormous chakra reserve. Either we bring him into the fold… or extract his chakra and feed it to the statue.”

He stepped forward, voice steady. “Let me find him. Kisame and I will triple next month’s quota.”

Pain tilted his head slightly, curious. He had never seen Itachi show this much interest in anyone outside their organization.

“…Fine,” Pain said at last. “You have two weeks. No more.”

Itachi gave a slight nod.

Without delay, he and Kisame turned and left, vanishing into the night, their new mission clear.

Back in the Hidden Leaf, morning sunlight was starting to creep in through the tree branches.

Lady Tsunade stood with Goku near the village gates. Her face was serious, her arms folded.

“Goku,” she said, “I don’t think you’re from this world.”

Goku blinked, taken off guard. “Huh? What do you mean?” he asked, puzzled.

“You heard me,” she said. “I think you’ve come from somewhere else. Another realm… another dimension.”

“So you’re saying…” Goku’s brow furrowed. “I can’t go home?”

Tsunade turned to Kakashi, who stood nearby, still recovering from the battle. “You’ve awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan,” she said. “Can’t you send him home with some kind of space-time jutsu?”

Kakashi shook his head. “No. That level of control is way beyond me. I couldn’t even try.”

Tsunade’s eyes lit up as something came to mind. “Wait—Jiraiya. He knows a jutsu that lets him hide in another dimension and return when he chooses. He might be able to help.”

Later that day, Goku was packed and ready to go.

Before he left, Tsunade handed him a small photo. “This is Jiraiya,” she said. “This is where you’ll find him.”

Goku nodded and tucked the photo into his belt.

But just as he turned to leave, a low voice echoed from a shadow nearby.

“So… a being more powerful than the Nine-Tails, is he?” the voice mused. “And Tsunade’s just letting him walk out of the village? How interesting…”

The figure grinned in the dark, voice curling with ambition.

“I must get my hands on that jutsu. With it added to mine… I’ll be strong enough to take down Tsunade and become the leader this village truly needs.”

He chuckled softly to himself, disappearing into the shadows again.

“Things,” he whispered, “are about to take a very unexpected turn. And it looks like mother fate is finally on my side.”

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