What if Goku Was in Naruto – Chapter 5 | Crossover Fanfiction

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The sky above the Land of Fire stretched endlessly—an ocean of soft blue streaked with white clouds that drifted lazily across the afternoon sun. A light breeze moved through the forest below, carrying the quiet hum of insects and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Two men moved through the shadows of the trees, clad in black cloaks marked with blood-red clouds.

It had been four days.

Four long days since Itachi and Kisame had entered the Land of Fire on their mission to find a mysterious person—someone that even Kakuzu and Hidan, two of the more ruthless and reliable Akatsuki, spoke of with unusual seriousness. Yet despite all their tracking, all their careful listening in villages and watching from tree branches… there hadn’t been a whisper. Not a footprint. Nothing.

And now, with only three days left before their deadline, pressure was mounting like a storm cloud over their heads.

The sun had reached its peak in the sky when Kisame finally broke the silence between them.

“Hey, Itachi,” he grumbled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s time you come to terms with the facts. This guy doesn’t exist.”

Itachi said nothing.

Kisame pressed on, his voice growing more rigid. “It’s been four days. Four. And not a single trace of him. Not a trail, not a rumor, not even a lousy bar fight. No one in any village has seen or heard of this guy. Come on, man.”

Itachi remained calm, his eyes half-lidded beneath the shadow of his cloak’s high collar. “You mustn’t be so impatient,” he said quietly. “We’ll find him in due time.”

Kisame huffed, his brows furrowing. He had worked alongside Itachi for a while now, and he’d never seen him so focused on someone. Obsessive wasn’t a word that fit Itachi—but this was the closest he’d ever come. And it bothered Kisame. Not because he didn’t trust Itachi’s instincts… but because this whole thing felt too quiet. Too mysterious.

“Well, let’s say for a second that this guy actually exists,” Kisame said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “He’s gotta be part of some elite unit, maybe something even the Leaf keeps under wraps. Think about it. He moves without a sound, no slip-ups, nothing left behind. That’s not the work of someone on their own.”

“You could be right,” Itachi admitted, his tone still flat, unreadable. “But my curiosity has been piqued. And Kakuzu isn’t the type to lie to me.”

Kisame sighed and crossed his arms. “Alright, fine. I’ll indulge this little chase of yours. But you’re dreaming if you think this guy’s just gonna fall out of the sky.”

He turned his head, eyes narrowing at the horizon.

“And don’t forget—we’ve got three days left. If we come back empty-handed, Pain’s not gonna be thrilled. He’ll come looking for us himself.”

But then… something shifted in the air.

Kisame stopped mid-sentence, his expression changing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a surge of energy blew past them, high above the trees. It wasn’t just energy—it was a flood of chakra, immense and wild, like a tidal wave in the sky.

“You feel that, Itachi?” Kisame asked, already looking up.

Both their gazes snapped upward. Above them, something—or someone—was cutting through the clouds at incredible speed.

Itachi’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe it… is that… a person?”

Kisame’s lips twisted into a grin. “That’s no bird. That’s him, isn’t it?”

“I believe so,” Itachi said softly. “Kakuzu wasn’t exaggerating. This person’s chakra is immense. Just from this distance, I can sense it—at least double what you and I possess together.”

“So he’s not going to be easy to bring in alive.”

Kisame cracked his knuckles. “Don’t read too much into it. Maybe lady luck’s finally smiling on us. I mean, what are the odds? The guy just shows up outta nowhere, right above our heads. I say we take the win.”

His hand moved quickly, fingers weaving into familiar patterns. In a burst of mist and energy, he summoned a massive water-style shark, glistening and snarling with chakra.

“Let’s get his attention.”

The shark shot upwards into the sky, racing toward the energy signature they’d just felt.

High above, Goku soared through the air, the wind whipping past his hair and the weight of his orange gi pressing against his body. He followed the directions Lady Tsunade had given him, keeping a steady course toward the area where Jiraiya was last seen.

Instant Transmission wasn’t an option—he had no idea what Jiraiya looked like, and there was no one to lock onto. So instead, he stuck to the old-fashioned way: flying low, eyes sharp, energy senses wide open.

Then suddenly—

A flash of movement. Something fast. A pulse of foreign chakra closed in from below.

Goku twisted mid-air and dodged easily, the attack whooshing past his ear. He frowned, halting in midair and floating down toward the treetops to investigate.

“What’s your problem?” he called out, annoyed. “Don’t you know it’s bad manners to—?”

He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes caught sight of two figures on the forest floor. His gaze narrowed. Black cloaks. Red clouds. The image clicked in his mind.

He didn’t say it aloud—but he knew. Akatsuki.

“That’s him,” Kisame said, tilting his head. “Gotta say, chakra aside, he doesn’t look all that tough.”

Itachi didn’t move. “Foolish, Kisame. You mustn’t underestimate him. You’re too quick to judge. Remember… we don’t know anything about his abilities yet.”

Kisame’s smile widened. “So you want me to be your guinea pig, huh? Send me in first while you sit back and take notes?”

Itachi gave a slight nod. “Since you’re so eager to fight him… go ahead. I’ll stay back and analyze his jutsu with my Sharingan.”

“You’re cruel,” Kisame chuckled. “I like it.”

He stepped forward, planting his massive sword into the ground beside him. “Name’s Hoshigaki Kisame. That guy over there is Itachi. Nice to meet you.”

He grinned wider, showing off sharp teeth. “See, we’re recruiting. New members. And you, friend, you match the criteria.”

Kisame’s eyes darkened just a little.

“So, come along quietly—or we’ll be forced to bring you in… dead or alive.”

For a moment, Goku stood in the air, squinting at the man with the shark-like smile below.

Was this guy… serious?

He tilted his head, arms crossed, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard. “You can’t be serious,” Goku finally said, his voice calm but tinged with disbelief. “Is that really how you ask someone to join your group? Sorry, but I don’t have time to mess around with bad guys.”

Before either cloaked man could respond, Goku’s hand lit up with energy. A small, sharp ki blast formed in his palm. He hurled it down toward Kisame, not as a lethal strike, but just enough to knock some sense into him—or so he thought.

The blast raced down toward the blue-skinned swordsman, but something unexpected happened. The energy never hit its mark. Instead, it vanished, swallowed whole by Kisame’s strange, scaly blade.

Samahada.

The sharkskin sword writhed slightly in Kisame’s grip, as if it had just eaten a satisfying meal.

Kisame chuckled, his voice smug and booming. “You won’t get past me that easily, my friend,” he said. “Thanks for the dinner. Both me and Samahada really appreciate it.”

In a flash, he lunged forward. His feet tore into the dirt as he dashed at Goku, Samahada drawn back to steal more of that delicious energy.

But Goku didn’t move. Not until the last moment. And then, with barely any effort, he shifted his body to the right—just a simple, fluid step.

Kisame’s blade cut nothing but air.

High above, Itachi observed, eyes narrow and glowing red with his Sharingan active. He watched every motion—every twitch in Goku’s body.

“Impressive,” he murmured. “He’s extremely fast. His reactions are sharp. Definitely skilled in close combat… I need to analyze him more.”

Meanwhile, Kisame skidded to a stop and spun around. His brow furrowed, his pride dented. “Not bad,” he growled, “if running’s the only thing you know how to do.”

But before he could reposition, Goku vanished—gone in the blink of an eye.

No sound. No warning. Just empty space where he’d been floating.

Kisame’s eyes darted around, confused. “What the—?!”

There was no time to react.

Another blast came flying in from behind, this one crackling with more energy, faster and heavier than the first. Kisame had no clue it was coming.

Only one person saw it.

“You idiot, behind you!” Itachi shouted, voice sharper than usual.

Kisame spun just in time to see the glowing sphere hurtling toward him—but again, Samahada reacted first. The blade twisted in his hands, hungrily drinking in the energy like it was water in a desert.

Standing now at a distance, Goku narrowed his eyes. “So I wasn’t imagining things,” he said quietly to himself. “That sword really did absorb my ki… It’s kind of like my Kyokan technique. But weaker. A lot weaker.”

Kisame’s grin returned, more wild this time. Samahada pulsed with life in his hands, humming with new energy. “Heh… you’re really something,” he said, more to his sword than to Goku. “Samahada’s never acted like this before. He loves your chakra.”

The sun had started to lower now, casting long shadows across the forest and tinting the sky with orange and gold. Darkness was slowly creeping in.

Goku hovered midair, staring down at the two Akatsuki. The fight was dragging out. He didn’t want to waste more time.

He raised both hands and locked them together, palms cupped.

Itachi tensed.

He could feel the energy gathering.

Goku’s aura shifted, flaring up like a blue flame. His voice echoed as he muttered the familiar phrase—one that no one in the ninja world had ever heard before.

“Kaaa… meee…”

The words rumbled with power. The air vibrated.

“No,” Itachi said suddenly. “This is… this isn’t normal. Kisame! Get out of there! I don’t think Samahada can absorb this!”

But Kisame waved him off. “What are you talking about, Itachi?” he said confidently. “We’ve already seen what this guy’s blast can do. This’ll be no different.”

He raised his sword high, prepared to let it feast once more.

“Samahada,” he bellowed, “take all his chakra!”

The last word had barely left his mouth.

“Haaaa… ME—HA!”

The beam roared from Goku’s hands like a blinding blue river of destruction. It thundered forward, lighting up the entire sky and slicing through the treetops like a blade.

And then—it hit.

Point-blank.

The moment it made contact, everything stopped.

The sound, the movement, the very air.

A massive explosion rocked the forest. Trees bent under the force. Leaves were thrown into the sky. And when the dust finally settled…

Kisame lay crumpled on the ground, a gaping hole carved clean through his chest. Blood pooled beneath him, his body limp and motionless. Samahada—once alive with energy—was split, cracked and charred from the blast.

He wasn’t breathing. His wide eyes stared up at the sky, empty and glazed.

He was gone.

Goku slowly lowered his hands. His face was calm. Unapologetic.

He turned toward Itachi.

“Just so you know,” Goku said firmly, “I could destroy this entire planet if I wanted to.”

His words were sharp. Cold.

“The difference in power between us… it’s not even close. Stop hurting people. Walk away. Or you’ll end up just like your friend.”

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