The Tezuka Tournament Chapter 1--The Grand Daimyō, a naruto fanfic

Hey there everybody, thesaiyanjedi here with my latest story.

For those of you who are not familiar with my other work, I need to make a disclaimer right here. This story is a direct continuation from the cliffhanger to Chapter 25 of my other current story, "Shinachiku's Next Adventure." I plan to update both stories parallel to one another as the each go down their own parallel paths. If you are not yet caught up on SNA yet, I encourage you to read that story up to chapter 25, then come back and read this to avoid confusion... Then again, SNA is itself the sequel to my very first story, "Shinachiku's First Adventure." Yeah...

Oh well, whatever the case, this will be my attempt to try something different, and I hope that it works out.

With that said, let's get to reading!

Chapter 1: The Grand Daimyō

The sky was red. The ground was black and dirty. The landscape was covered in heavy junk and garbage. This was not our world...or was it?

Some strange flock of birds flew overhead as both of the hot suns burned the ground below. And beneath some of that rubble lay a single, solitary figure. The man was unconscious, his arms outstretched, one above his form and one to his side. The was dressed in an orange sweatshirt and black pants. His hair was blonde and his cheeks were each endowed with three fox-like whisker markings. His right arm was bandaged, and his sweatshirt had a large hole in the center of it, as if someone had pierced clean through it with something sharp.

Naruto Uzumaki was alive, unconscious, and in a strange foreign land... And he was all alone...

"Ugh..." The jinchūriki's eyes creaked open, the blazing rays of the suns penetrating his pupils, forcing him to squint.

"What the...?" Naruto tried to stand up, but he then noticed the rubble he was buried under. He grunted as he tried to push the weight off of himself, but it was still rather heavy...heavier than it should be, as a matter of fact.

"AAAGH!" He strained as he pushed the rubble to the side of himself. Slowly, and with some surprising difficulty, he stood back up and looked around.

"Hello?" Naruto called out for anyone to hear. "HELLO?!" Still nothing.

He tried pulling out his cell phone to dial Sakura. There was nothing but static on the other line. He tried Sasuke next. Same thing. Skikamaru, Kakashi, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Sai, nobody was answering.

Frustrated at the failure to reach anybody he knew, he nearly threw his phone on the ground and smashed it, before level headedness prevailed and he pocketed the device instead.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused...

'Kurama, are you there?'

"Here kit. What do you want?"

'Where are we?'

"How should I know?"

'Hey, I don't need the attitude right now, okay? Wait! Are we dead?!'

"I know a way to be sure."

'Tell me.'

"Alright, raise your right hand." Naruto reached his bandaged, prosthetic hand into the air. "Now strike yourself, as if you were trying to awaken from a dream."

The blonde did as he was told and slapped himself right across the face. "OW!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Yes!"

"Then you're not dead. And if you're alive, the so am I."

Naruto was ticked off. 'You just wanted me to see me slap myself, didn't you?"

"Hehehe...I'll never tell."

'Jerk.' Naruto calmed down and spoke within his mind again. 'Wherever we are, we can't just stay here. That Sugure guy is still out there and we need to find Shina—'

"Naruto!" Kurama interrupted. "I thought you'd learned to keep your wits about you and grow up! You don't even know where you are or how you're even still alive! That man stabbed you with Kaguya's All-Killing Ash Bones, a technique no human can survive. You should be nothing but ash in the wind right now, and yet here you are, alive and alone, in a strange place with a red sky and two suns. I'd say you have bigger problems than you're would-be killer or your son right now."

Naruto grunted and listened to what his tenant told him. He hated to admit it but he was right. How cold he help his friends or his family if he didn't even know where he himself was or how he got here?

'What must I do?'

"You know what to do: start moving kit. Find someone who can help us and tell us where we are. More important, someone who can tell us how we can get out of here."

'So long as we're both in agreement.'

With that conversation over with, Naruto started walking, the twin suns burning down upon him. Where he was walking he didn't know. He could sense no one around for miles, so he had no choice but to walk, not run, he knew it'd be wiser to conserve his energy. After all, this wasn't going to be like a mission to Suna where he knew how far he'd need to travel, this was a literal foreign wasteland.

...A wasteland that went on...

...And on...

...

Days dragged on as they turned into nights...very short nights. When one sun went down, the other was still up. And by the time that sun went down, there was only hours left before the first sun rose again.

Naruto was hot, dirty, sweaty, and working with very little sleep. Oh yes, and on top of all of that, he was starving.

He grasped at his grumbling, aching stomach. He needed food, any kind of food! He didn't care if it was ramen or barbeque or anything. Heck, he'd even devour uncooked vegetables if he had to!

"Need...food... Must...keep...going..."

Days upon days he trekked across this black wasteland. Days with no result.

Even the great Naruto Uzumaki, the Leaf's legendary Seventh Hokage, had his limits. And thus, with all his energy and stamina spent, he collapsed into the ebony sand, the twin suns of still blazing upon him.

...

Hours later, a pair of figures garbed in strange colorful armor, dismounted from a bizarre mechanical transport and walked up to the fallen figure in he sand.

"Are we too late?" one of them asked.

The other figure kneeled down to check his pulse. "No, he's still alive."

"Should we report in?"

"Of course. The Grand Daimyō will want to know that his last champion has finally arrived."

The armored man pressed a button on his wrist gauntlet, causing a hologram of mysterious figure to appear.

"My lord," the armored man said, "we've found him."

"Excellent," the mysterious man replied. "Bring him to me at once."

"Yes milord."

...

"Ugh..." Naruto's eyes fluttered open. He was in a room in complete darkness. And strangely, he didn't feel hungry anymore, or particularly weak. What did feel, though, was constrained.

He was sitting in some kind of chair, a fairly cozy chair admittedly, but still his hands and feet were bound with metal clamps to the armrests and the small floor plating at the base of the chair.

"What the hell?!" Naruto strangled to get himself out of his constraints, but now even his strength was of any use. He tried to summon his chakra, or Kurama's to help him break free, but found that the could not.

And then, as if all of this wasn't frightening enough, a voice came out of darkness.

"Fear not, for you are found. You are home and there is no going back. You are in a better place. But what is this place? The answer is: Fanom. Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Fanom lives on the edge of all the known and unknown. It is the nexus point for all things in the multiverse, including those who are lost, unloved, insignificant, like you. But here on Fanom, you are significant. You are valuable."

Naruto needed to ask again: "What the hell?"

"And no one values you more than the Grand Damiyō, Lord Tezuka. He is the original, the most powerful, the alpha and the omega. He is the creator of Fanom along with his two children, the mighty Prince Shonen and the fair Princess Shota. Where once you were nothing, now you are something. You are the property of Lord Tezuka."

Suddenly, the room started to get brighter. A rainbow of light started to fill the darkness as a fierce, screeching hum started rising in decibels by the second. Naruto, confused and helpless, couldn't help but feel himself becoming intimidated.

"Congratulations," the voice said again. "You will meet Lord Tezuka in five seconds."

The lights and the hum got brighter and louder as the voice spoke again. "Prepare yourself."

And again. "Prepare yourself."

And it all reached it zenith as the voice finally said. "You are now meeting Lord Tezuka."

Naruto, struggling all he could against his restraints to wake up from this insane nightmare, screamed at whatever was coming. "NOOOOOO!"

...

The lights came up and the humming stopped. Naruto was in a large throne room surrounded by people, men and women alike, clad entirely in colorful armor. If he had been in any rational mind to guess, he might of deduced that the colors were a sign of rank, with those clad in red being in the highest authority, those in blue in middling authority, and those in greed being in lowest authority.

But directly in front of him, atop a flight of golden steps, was a tall, slender man with silver hair sitting in a golden throne. The man, sitting in a relaxed, almost arrogant posture, was clad in a long robe of many colors, with the collars and tassels in white while the robe itself was in colors of red and blue and yellow and all colors in between. In fact, if he didn't know any better, Naruto could have sworn that the man's robe was shifting colors as he moved or when light reflected on it, as if he were literally wearing a rainbow. The man was holding a long, silver staff topped with an elegant golden orb.

To each side of his throne were two other thrones, each also in elegant gold. To his right sat a younger man with silver hair and dressed in regal clothes over which he wore an elegantly crafted silver chest plate marked with gold markings. To his left sat a young woman of the same age as the young man with long, flowing silver hair garbed in a elegant regal dress.

Naruto glared at the three people before him, the man in the center in particular, in irritation.

"My name, as you've heard, is Lord Tezuka," the older man said. "These are my children, Shonen and Shota. I am the Grand Damiyō. And welcome to Fanom."

"Grand Damiyō? Of what?"

"Everything. Yours and every other universe is under my supervision, whether they know it or not. There is nothing in any universe that I don't know. And I know precisely who you are...Naruto Uzumaki."

Naruto was surprised. "You know who I am?"

"Indeed. I have seen into every part of your life. Actually, I have seen into every aspect of all your lives."

"I don't understand."

"Well you see, for every choice we make in live, there is a split in the universe, creating a world where we made one choice, and one where we made the other choice. Take, for instance, one reality where someone falls in love with and marries one person, and another reality where they do so with another. This creates two worlds with two possible life paths which can very drastically or hardly at all...Such as who are children are for example."

The gears clicked in the jinchūriki's brain. "Boruto..."

"Ah yes, now you begin to see."

"You're the reason he came to our world?"

"No, but I do know why it happened. The chakra gem that your son Shinachiku discovered, it can alter the fabric of reality, including opening doorways to other dimensions and universes. That is how your other self's son came to your timeline."

"I think I'm going to have a headache."

"This perception of space and time can be much for one to take in, especially for someone of your, err, infamously low IQ."

Naruto was fed up with all this nonsense. "What did you do to me? Why can't I access Kurama or my chakra?"

"My apologies," he said, "But I needed to take some precautions before we had this discussion. You see while you were out I had my servants inject you with nanomite probes that entered your central chakra network to disable access to your chakra until I have need of it."

"YOU WHAT?!" Naruto tried again to get out of his constraints, but was stuck.

"I know what you're thinking, but I did not use the same serum on you as the enemies you call Taka. No, my nanomites are designed to be of more...universal usage."

"What do you want with me?" Naruto demanded.

"My children and I have watched over the multiverse for centuries, and in that time I have seen many different heroes for many different universes rise to greatness. But the three of us have to wonder: of all those heroes, which of them is truly the strongest?"

"What are you talking about?"

"A tournament. The tournament. I call it the Tezuka Tournament. I've brought warriors from far and wide across the multiverse to unwillingly participate in it. And you, Naruto Uzumaki, have been selected to be one of my combatants in this competition."

"You can't be serious?!"

"I am serious." He turned to the prince and the princess. "Please, excuse us children."

The children bowed in respect and parted together to opposite ends of the room.

"Look, I don't have time for this! There's a madman on the loose back home and my son is missing! I need to get back to Konoha and—"

"I don't think you understand your predicament friend. You are now one of my guests of honor—"

"We're not friends and I don't give a damn about your stupid game! I'm going back home to Konoha right now!"

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to the person who saved your life?"

Naruto was stunned. "What?"

"Who do you think it was that reassembled your molecules when Sugure Mashita turned you to ash on that battlefield? How else could someone, even someone of your level of power, have survived an attack like that were it not for my intervention?"

"You expect a thank you?"

"I expect your cooperation."

Naruto turned his head and saw the armor servants surrounding him on all sides. There were practically itching to pull their weapons on him if he somehow managed to try anything. "I don't have a choice in this, do I?"

The Daimyō only smirked.

Naruto hung his head. He was bound up here, on this strange planet, a prisoner of this maniac, and he could not use his chakra. But far more important, he saw flashed of those he loved most flash before him. Shinachiku...Hanami...Sakura...

He sighed. "If I win this tournament of yours, will you send me back home?"

"I'll do more than that. I will also bestow the winner with a special, secret prize beyond their wildest dreams."

"As long as you keep your word to send me back, that's all I care about."

"Hmm...You weren't the first combatant I brought here to say those words to me. Still, given your history I would have thought you'd be much more excited to test yourself against opponents that might be your equal. I can tell you some of your opponents are."

"Fine! Whatever! Just tell me who's butts I have to kick to get the hell out of here!"

"Right to the point I see. Tell you what..." He pressed a button on the side of his chair. "Why don't you meet them yourself."

A force field came up around Naruto as he was finally released form his chair. He didn't hesitate to start beating on the field to try to break free, to no avail.

"HEY! Let me out of here! You can't keep me in here—AAAAAGGGHHH!"

The floor dropped out underneath him an he fell down a long, dark shoot. The walls around him were slick and smooth, leaving him nothing to grab onto. He tried to stop himself with his hands and feet, but the walls were also slicked with some sort of lubricant. There was nothing he could do to stop his descent to...well, whatever it was that this lunatic had in store for him.

Naruto eventually came to the end of the shoot and fell out into a big metal room. Trying to rub the goo off of his now soiled orange clothes, He tried to get his bearings, but was feeling oddly dizzy as he noticed something else.

There were several figures in the distance. They were all backlit so he could hardly make them out, only their silhouettes. It was a bizarre group to say the least. Mostly men, but also three women, some younger than others, some more on the shorter side, and more than a few of the men were visibly very well built, almost intimidatingly so even.

One of the figures started walking towards him. Still backlit, Naruto could not make out who the person was, but he was tall and seemed to be dressed is some kind of fighting outfit, and his hair was in this crazy, spiky look like he had gotten out of bed and never combed it.

Looming over him , he man stopped and stared at him for a few seconds that felt like an eternity...until he leaned down, smiling wide and goofily, and offered him a free hand.

"Heya!" the stranger introduced himself. "My name's Goku! Nice to meet ya! Wow, you look really strong!"

Boom! Plot twist! That's right, Naruto is alive, but now he's stuck fighting in a multiverse fighting tournament. And look who one of the other fighters is!

It was a lot of fun to bring in one of my favorite anime characters of all time into my little Shinachiku universe of fanfiction. Actually, I planted seeds of this from early on, with Shinachiku being a Dragon Ball fan and even dressing up as Goku for Halloween. More importantly, remember way back in chapter 3 of "Shinachiku's Next Adventure" where Shina had that really trippy vision filled with those mysterious cameos. Well, now you know the reason for that.

And no, I won't dare reveal the rest of Naruto's fellow combatants right now, but trust me, you will find out the choices I've made very soon.

The character of the Lord Tezuka, the Grand Daimyō, is here to be our all powerful master of ceremonies character that these kind of crossover tournament stories always seem to need. You seen characters like this before: Grandmaster, the Master of Games, Grand Zeno, etc. I wanted to give this guy a sense of regality and omniscience, but also an almost creepy kind of politeness to, maybe, mask whatever true goals me may or may not be hiding, without spoiling any of what kind of power he may, or not, possess himself. The character is basically meant to be a big mystery at this time, and I can only hope that it has you hooked.

By the way, the character's name, Lord Tezuka, is a tribute to the godfather of manga himself, Osamu Tezuka. Furthermore, his children are both literally named after two genre of the manga and anime industry, Shonen for boys, and Shota for girls. Even the name of the planet itself, Fanom, is a fairly obvious spoof on the word 'fanon.'

And yes, most of this chapter is very clearly inspired by the first couple of scenes on Sakaar in "Thor:Ragnarok," but I am trying not to make this purely a carbon copy of that film. Remember, there are plenty of other franchises that have played with this idea.

On a writer's note, you probably noticed that this chapter was shockingly short for me. I was surprised to, but it turned out that this chapter felt comfortable getting straight to the point and didn't require the usually double the length that most of my recent chapters have.

I think that's all I have to say for this time. I hope you all enjoy it, and I look forward to seeing you back again for the next one. Feel free to leave a comment on who you hope to see in the Tezuka Tournament. I can promise that there will be some surprises.

Until next time, see ya!