Traveling through the Naruto world to become the God King

As night falls, stars shine on the towers of the magic city of Etherland, and the breeze brings a mysterious atmosphere. The city is brightly lit, and magicians are busy in the square, preparing for the upcoming celebration. However, in the magic tower of the city lord Alvin, the atmosphere is extremely tense.

Alvin sat in front of the huge desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table, his face solemn. His good friend and ally Morian stood by the window, staring at the scene outside, seemingly thinking about something.

"Alvin, are you really determined to do this?" Morian turned around, frowning, his voice low and firm.

"I have no choice, Morian." Alvin raised his head, his eyes burning, "Our magic city is being shrouded by the shadow of the outside world. Only by showing our strength can we deter those who covet us."

"But you know what the consequences of doing this are." Morian walked to Alvin's side, his tone revealing helplessness, "We are here to protect this city, not to conquer it."

"Protect? Do you think those enemies will retreat willingly?" Alvin's voice became excited. "We must let them know that Eselan is not a place that can be easily invaded!"

"Alvin, what are you talking about?" Morian's voice was raised a few degrees, "This is not what you and I are pursuing! We built this city to allow all people in the magic world to live in harmony, not to create more enemies!"

The atmosphere between the two of them instantly became tense. Alvin stood up and pointed angrily at the starry sky outside the window: "Don't you understand? In this world, strength is the only language! We must show our majesty to make those who dare to challenge us retreat!"

"You're only going to make things worse." Morian's voice was as chilling as the wind. "You're going to summon all the magicians to stage a show of strength, which will only make our alliance weak. Aren't you afraid of losing those who trust us?"

“Trust?” Alvin sneered. “In this cruel world, trust is such a fragile thing. What we need is strength. Only strength can keep us standing firm in the storm!”

"Alvin, do you really want to be a tyrant?" Morian's eyes flashed with disappointment. "I once thought you were the one who could lead us to the light, but now, I don't know who you are."

"Are you questioning me?" Alvin's voice was filled with anger. "How much effort have I put into this city? How much do you know? If it weren't for my decision, Eselan would have been swallowed up by the enemy long ago!"

"But you can't use this as an excuse to hurt innocent people!" Morian's voice became more and more excited, "What we want is peace, not rule by fear!"

"Peace? In your mind, peace means letting those enemies continue to threaten us?" A hint of madness flashed in Alvin's eyes, "I will never let anyone hurt my people again! This time, I will let them see the true power of Eselan!"

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door. Alvin and Morian turned their heads, the door was pushed open, and the young magic apprentice Kyle ran in hurriedly, his face pale.

"Teacher, Master Morian! Something happened outside!" Kyle gasped and spoke incoherently, "The enemies outside the city... they are gathering!"

"What?!" Alvin immediately walked up to Kyle and grabbed his shoulders. "Tell me clearly, who is the enemy?"

"It's... it's the dark magician Calder. He is leading a group of followers and is approaching the city gate!" Kyle's voice trembled, "They said they want to capture Etherland!"

"This is what I expected!" A hint of enthusiasm flashed in Alvin's eyes. "We can't wait any longer. Gather all the magicians immediately and prepare for battle!"

"What are you doing, Alvin!" Morian roared, "This is not a solution to the problem! We can negotiate with them!"

"Negotiate? Negotiate when the enemy has already raised their weapons?" Alvin's voice was like thunder. "Do you want to watch our city being destroyed?"

"I just want to protect our people!" Morian responded angrily, gritting his teeth.

"Protect? Do you really think you can protect them by compromising?" Alvin's voice was high and harsh. "I won't let anyone look down on Eselan again!"

Kyle watched the quarrel between the two legendary figures silently, his heart filled with fear and helplessness. He knew that the fight in front of him was not only about the future of Etherland, but also about the fate of the two great figures in his mind.

"Teacher, Master Morian..." Kyle finally mustered up the courage to interrupt the two people's argument, "We must calm down and come up with a solution. The enemy is here, and time is running out!"

"You're right, Kyle." Morian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "We need to make a plan to avoid bloodshed as much as possible."

"Plan?" Alvin sneered. "Do you think they will give us time? They will just wait for us to show weakness at the city gate!"

"But we can try to delay time and look for a suitable opportunity." Morian's voice gradually calmed down. "If we can let them see our determination, maybe they will retreat."

"Do you really believe they will back down?" Alvin's voice was filled with doubt.

"I believe that the strength of Estheran lies not only in our magic, but also in our wisdom and unity." Morian said firmly, "We cannot abandon our principles because of fear."

"Okay." Alvin finally loosened his clenched fists, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "We can give it a try, but I won't give up my plan."

"That's what I hope for." Morian said softly, with a hint of a smile on his face, "We can face this challenge together."

"Then, Kyle, go gather all the magicians immediately and tell them that we need to unite." Alvin finally made up his mind, "We can't let the enemy succeed so easily!"

Irving's name is like a sharp sword, deeply rooted in everyone's heart.

"Alvin! If he were still alive, the wizarding world would never be like this today!" A young wizard slammed the table angrily, his voice echoing in the silent hall.

"What are you talking about? Alvin has been dead for many years. We can't dwell on the sorrow of the past!" Anna, who was sitting on the other side of the table, raised her head with a firm gaze. Her long golden hair flickered in the candlelight, as if telling of her inner fighting spirit.

"But his power is unparalleled!" The young wizard's name is Carl, his voice is full of despair and anger, "He once pacified the entire magic world by himself, but now it has fallen into war because of our incompetence!"

"We can't expect a dead hero to save us!" Anna retorted, her voice rising an octave. "We must unite and find our own strength, not pin our hopes on someone who is no longer here!"

"Unity?" Carl sneered, "In this era of division, who can truly unite? We have lost too much trust, and the suspicion between us has penetrated deep into our bones!"

"What are you talking about? Don't you understand that it is precisely because of this division that the enemy has an opportunity to take advantage?" Anna's eyes flashed with anger. She stood up, clenched her hands, as if trying to control her emotions.

"Anna, you are too naive!" Carl's tone became excited, "The enemy has already been preparing to make a move in the dark, and we simply cannot resist their invasion!"

At this time, the old magician Mel who was sitting nearby was watching all this silently, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he said, "Children, Alvin is indeed a great magician, but we can't just rely on his memory to unite us. What we need is action."

"Action?" Carl said sarcastically, "Do you want us to run around like headless flies? Without Alvin's power, we can't compete with the enemy at all!"

"I'm not saying that we should act blindly, but that we should find a new direction." Meier's voice was low and steady. "Although Alvin is powerful, we cannot ignore our own potential. Everyone has the potential to become a new hope."

Anna nodded. Although she still had doubts in her heart, she felt a little comforted by Mel's words. "So, how do we start?" she asked, her voice gradually softening.

"We need to rebuild trust between each other." Meier said slowly, "This war is not only a battle of magic, but also a battle of the heart. We must first overcome the fear and doubt in our hearts."

"Trust?" Carl showed a disdainful look on his face. "Do you think trust still has meaning in this turbulent era?"

"Trust is the most powerful magic." Meier's eyes were firm, as if he saw through everything. "Without trust, no magic can exert its due power."

"I'm willing to believe you, Mel." Anna interrupted Carl's questioning and turned to the old magician with hope in her eyes. "But we need a specific plan and can't waste any more time."

"Okay." Mel nodded and began to draw a simple map on the table. "We need to find those magicians who are still loyal to Alvin and unite their forces. Then, we can formulate a counterattack plan and gradually regain the lost territory."

"I know a few friends who might be willing to join us," Anna said, with determination in her eyes. "I'll contact them."

"I also have some clues." Carl's attitude seemed to have softened. "Although I was once disappointed in your trust, now I understand that we must unite."

"Very good!" Meier nodded with satisfaction. "Let's start from here and act as quickly as possible. Time waits for no one, and the enemy will not give us a chance to breathe."

At this moment, the door of the castle was pushed open, and the wind whistled in, bringing the cold and uneasiness outside. A burly magician walked in, his face full of fatigue and anxiety.

"What happened, Art?" Mel asked immediately, his eyes fixed on the newcomer.

"The enemy has approached our border, and their troops are gathering." Art was panting and speaking in a hurried tone, "We must take action immediately!"

"It seems that time waits for no one." Meier frowned and said, "We need to act quickly and contact those magicians."

"I'll contact my friends." Anna said, and ran out quickly.

"I'm going too!" Carl followed closely. Although they had quarreled before, the crisis at this moment made them realize that only unity can lead to survival.

"Art, you stay here and help me develop a defense plan." Mel commanded, and a new strategy began to work in his mind.

"Yes, teacher!" Art responded immediately. Although he was still a little uneasy, he knew that only fighting could bring hope.

As the night deepened, the fate of the wizarding world hung in the balance, and a glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's heart, a faint flame that was enough to light the way forward.

"Irwin's spirit is still in our hearts," Meier whispered to himself, as if talking to a deceased hero, "We will make his sacrifice meaningful!"

"Liana, what are you thinking about?" Justin's voice came from behind, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Liana turned around, her eyes flashing with worry. "Justin, Alvin has shown up. I'm worried about Etheran's safety. He...he may face a double threat from Morian and Alvin."