Chapter 2: *you guys give this chapter the title, I have no idea, what to put here*

Ryu's Perspective:

In the midst of my grief, a knock echoed through the silence of my home. Slowly, I approached the door, my heart heavy with the burden of loss. When I opened it, I was met with the sight of an old man, clad in the traditional Hokage robes. His eyes held a deep sense of pity as they locked onto mine, but I couldn't find it in me to care. My spirit had been shattered, and the evidence was etched on my face - swollen eyes, a pallid complexion.

The Hokage's gaze grew even sadder as he looked upon me, his paternal instincts urging him to embrace me, to provide solace. But seeing the condition I was in, He withheld his urge to comfort me physically, Since he knew that it was not going to anything good to me.

Minutes passed in silence, the weight of our grief hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Finally, the Third Hokage broke the silence, his voice filled with sorrow. "You are Hatake Ryu, aren't you?" I could only manage a tearful nod in response. Despite the countless battles I'd fought and the lives I'd taken, my tears refused to be tamed.

The Hokage's voice trembled as he continued, "I'm sorry for your loss. Would you like to say your final goodbye to your parents?" His words may have sounded harsh, but there was nothing left to say. Konoha already knew that the formidable duo who had struck fear into other nations had fallen in the line of duty.

I nodded once more, and he gently took my hand, leading me to the graveyard where my parents were to be laid to rest. Today was meant to be my last farewell to them, but as I stood there, an overwhelming surge of anger began to consume me. I fought to contain it, my extensive battle experience helping me suppress the bloodlust that threatened to spill forth.

Externally, I maintained a façade of sorrow. Yet internally, a mechanical sound resonated in my mind.

My mind was a whirlwind, torn between conflicting emotions. After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to postpone opening the package, and I returned my attention to my parents' burial.

During my visit to the graveyard, I hadn't noticed anyone else. The solitude continued as I stood before their graves. As time slipped by, I began to regain control of my emotions and allowed some self-blame to seep in.

It was only when I noticed the setting sun that I decided to make my way back home. In my bedroom, I lay on my bed, reminiscing about my past.

In the wake of his parents' tragic passing, I found myself immersed in a bittersweet sadness. It was a gentle and contemplative melancholy that washed over me like a soothing wave, carrying with it the cherished memories of the time I had spent with my beloved parents.

The weight of my grief was tender and heartfelt, like a warm embrace from the past. It was a sadness that spoke of the deep love I had shared with them, a love that had left an indelible mark on my heart. Each tear that fell was a tribute to the beautiful moments we had created together.

The world around me had taken on a soft and nostalgic hue. The familiar sights and sounds of my house now held a comforting familiarity, as if they were infused with the enduring presence of my parents. Every corner of my house seemed to echo with their laughter, their wisdom, and the enduring warmth of their love.

My heart, though heavy with loss, was also filled with gratitude for the time I had been blessed to spend with my parents. The pain of their absence was softened by the knowledge that their love would always be a part of me, a source of strength and solace.

It was then that the events of the day resurfaced in my mind, including the system's mention of templates.

Curiosity piqued, I asked the system to show me the templates that had reached 100% completion.

This outcome was to be expected. Dialga, with its power over time, had contributed significantly to my knowledge, despite the restrictions I'd faced in the Pokémon world. The battles there were intense, yet not as life-threatening as those in other template worlds. My most perilous encounter had been against Arceus, Giratina, and Palkia simultaneously. That anime had underestimated the true might of the guardians and deities of the Pokémon universe.

Arceus possessed the judgmental power capable of altering the very laws of the universe, disrupting my time-related abilities and sometimes denying access altogether. I vividly recalled narrowly escaping an annihilating beam unleashed by Arceus, an attack that obliterated stars and planets, surpassing the power levels of other anime universes like Naruto, One Piece, and Bleach.

My survival had only been possible through the sealing of Palkia and Giratina within me, utilizing the Time God Seal and harnessing their power, before decisively purging the jewels that resided within Arceus. The divine chakra coursing through my veins and the assistance of the template system had made such feats possible. As a result, my understanding of space had grown immensely, aiding me in completing Gojo's template, which had previously stalled at 99.12%.

My divine chakra had surged to a level that could rival Shibai Otsutsuki, the God of Otsutsuki. With the combined experiences of Dialga, Gojo, and the knowledge of Arceus, Palkia, and Giratina, I now stood above his power level.

After a moment of calm reflection, I made my way to the scroll of seals, undetected by anyone. I paused time within Konoha, swiftly scanning through the scrolls before returning home and resuming time.

Suddenly, a mechanical notification sounded in my mind.

I had momentarily forgotten about the package amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Without further hesitation, I instructed the system to open it.

I was left stunned by the rewards bestowed upon me. I had ascended to godhood within this world. Shibai Otsutsuki was now beneath my power, a mere shadow in comparison.

Third Person perspective:

Back to the depressing part,

With his heightened senses, honed through countless battles and template experiences, Ryu began to scan the area meticulously. He focused on the faint traces of life force left behind by the violent confrontation that had claimed his parents' lives. It was a somber reminder of the battle that had unfolded on this very ground.

The signs were there, etched into the landscape like scars of a traumatic event. He could see the remnants of the devastating clash – enormous slash marks marred the earth, trees lay scorched and blackened, and mountain ranges had been shattered into jagged peaks.

His determination only grew as he came across the remains of countless seals, their intricate patterns now disrupted and broken. It was evident that this had been no ordinary battle. The complexity and scale of the seals indicated a formidable foe.

Amidst the wreckage, Ryu manifested a holographic screen before him. The screen flickered to life, revealing a playback of the fatal encounter. He watched intently, his eyes locked on every detail, every movement, and every participant.

The video displayed five figures, cloaked in black with ominous red flower patterns. One of them wore an orange mask with a spiral pattern, revealing a glimpse of a Mangekyo Sharingan behind the mask's eye hole. It was a chilling revelation – the involvement of the Akatsuki, a group notorious for their malevolent intentions.

The scene unfolded further, revealing the presence of ninja from Iwagakure, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure, all gathered for the confrontation. There were hundreds of them, including elite Jonins and Chunins, standing against Ryu's parents.

As the battle raged on, Ryu's heart sank deeper into despair. He saw his parents, in a final act of selflessness, sacrifice themselves to take down the majority of the Akatsuki and complete annihilation of other number ninjas present. Four of the enigmatic figures fell, their power no match for the legendary duo. Only the timely intervention of Obito, masquerading as Madara, spared the remaining two members.

Rage bubbled up within Ryu, but he fought to control it. He had seen enough to confirm the culprits, yet his thirst for vengeance had to be tempered. He understood that his role was not just one of retribution but of a greater purpose, as indicated by the enigmatic system within him.

It was then that Ryu decided to expand his search, utilizing his vast powers and knowledge of the world. He scanned the entire planet, pinpointing the locations of Akatsuki, Iwagakure, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure. His initial instinct had been to obliterate them all, to exact a ruthless revenge. However, the system, with its cryptic mission, restrained him.

The system's words were a bitter pill to swallow. Ryu's desire for retribution remained undiminished, but he begrudgingly accepted the necessity of preserving their existence for a greater purpose.

He seethed with inner turmoil, conflicted between his desire for vengeance and the enigmatic mission he was yet to fully comprehend. But one thing was certain – the Akatsuki and the three villages would not escape the consequences of their actions.

*Flick* Ryu flicked his fingers.

Suddenly, all the innocent souls within the four villages were teleported to the reverse dimension, unconscious. A voice, filled with dominion, echoed through the air, reaching the ears of all present in the three villages and the Akatsuki. "Today, you shall pay for your sins at the hand of God." It was a proclamation that would haunt their nightmares.

"JAJJIMENTOSUTORAIKU (Judgemental Strike)"

A small, crimson sphere ascended into the sky, casting the night in an eerie red hue. The world watched in awe as it lit up the heavens like a new, crimson sun. A world-shaking sound followed, and then a rain of red meteorites began to descend upon Iwagakure, Sunagakure, Kirigakure, and the Akatsuki's base.

To onlookers, it was a breathtaking display, but to those beneath, it was a nightmare unfolding. Today, Pain, the leader of the Rain Village, came to understand the true power of God. He realized the vast chasm that separated him from such divine might. Everything within the attack's radius was obliterated; nothing could withstand its fury.

The other three villages fared no better than the Akatsuki's base. Only the Biju and their kage, with their considerable power, managed to protect some part of their village and few ninjas that were near them.

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Guys give me a suitable title, I can't think of any. It's filled with sad, angry and war like moments. So, I couldn't find anything suitable.

Shower me with power stones.

Thanks for reading

There is one more thing.

This is a anime x movie multiverse ff, so there will be voting for the female lead, in the next chapter.

So, this is a slow/medium romance ff.

Thanks for reading again.

Another quite a long chapter, but not comparable to our great first chapter.