The Ghost of Konoha: [@Skill Issue, you say you know everything about me? I don't believe it.]
Renji spoke his first words since joining the Union.
The Union's group chat fell utterly silent.
For a moment, the air was thick with digital tension — like the calm before a storm.
He had been there for a while now, quietly observing, never saying a word. For him to finally speak — and for his first message to challenge the acting president — meant only one of three things:
This guy was either a fool, unbelievably arrogant... or an absolute boss with unshakable confidence.
Considering his nickname, The Ghost of Konoha, and his long silence until now, everyone came to the same conclusion:
He was a boss.
But was he really as strong as they thought?
Well... not exactly.
In the Naruto world, Renji's power was comparable to Namikaze Minato — the Fourth Hokage without the Kyuubi. His mastery over space-time ninjutsu was remarkable, a side effect of transmigration perhaps. He even surpassed Tobirama and Minato in precision and versatility with the Flying Thunder God technique.
However, Minato's grounding in sealing arts — courtesy of Kushina — meant Renji would struggle in a straight duel. He could keep up, maybe even dominate in mobility, but not overpower.
Add the Kyuubi into the equation? He'd lose.Still, he could fight toe-to-toe long enough to earn respect.
In his home world, Renji was high Kage-tier, bordering on elite. Yet compared to multiversal monsters — Six Paths beings, divine entities, and gene-forged gods — he was still below the top.
Now, thrown into the Super Dimensional Union, among names like Nara, Hardcore Leveling Warrior, Liu Zhigang, Rokan, Lin Jie, and Lee Geon... Renji knew his limits.
But he also knew something they didn't.
He was learning. Faster than anyone.
So no — his confidence wasn't misplaced.
After several stunned seconds, a voice broke the silence.
The X-Man Who Never Was: [Well, well… look who finally speaks. A ghost, huh? Fitting name. You really know how to make an entrance.]
Walking Disaster: [Heh. Calling out Skill Issue right off the bat. Bold move. Either he's suicidal, or he's got something real behind those words.]
Tyrant of Life: [Newbie's got guts, I'll give him that.]
Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane: [Or he's just clueless. You can't tell with these quiet types.]
Then came the sound of digital typing — and a new message appeared.
The X-Man Who Never Was: [Don't get too cocky though, Ghost. Confidence is one thing. Survival is another.]
A beat of silence. Then laughter.
Walking Disaster: [Ha. Let him be. I like people who talk like they mean it. Makes things interesting.]
Skill Issue: [Y-you all are taking this too seriously. It's not like—]
But before the acting president could finish, another message cut her off.
Tyrant of Life: [@Skill Issue, how about revealing who our new friend really is? The curiosity's killing us.]
Skill Issue: [Oh, please. Something like that's child's play for me.]
The X-Man Who Never Was: [Sure it is. You couldn't even tell who I was when I joined. And that was after you read my data.]
Skill Issue: [That's—different.]
The X-Man Who Never Was: [Is it, though?]
Skill Issue: [Shut up, X-Man. You're just jealous I'm running the show.]
The X-Man Who Never Was: [Keep telling yourself that, Skill Issue. Maybe you'll believe it one day.]
The others watched in amusement as the two traded barbs.
Walking Disaster: [I swear, if you two start fighting again, I'm selling tickets. Pay-per-view multiversal edition.]
Tyrant of Life: [Focus. We're drifting.]
Walking Disaster: [Everyone, I just found something interesting. Since Renji joined, our guild now has fifteen members. That means we can finally buy dimensional talismans and start multi-world travel missions.]
That grabbed everyone's attention.
In the world of Ebony Blade, Olivia Valedstorm spat out her tea.
In the Kenganworld, Hina—wearing a black training suit and sipping water—suddenly choked, coughing hard and spilling some. The noise made everyone in the gym turn their heads in curiosity.
In Super String Universe, Huijin Park chuckled softly, which inadvertently attracted the attention of others, making them believe that she was actually going crazy.
Everyone paused in stunned silence for a few seconds.
King of Violence: [So, silence again, huh? Always feels like the calm before another purge. Makes me nostalgic.]
X-Man Who Never Was: [You call it calm. I call it stagnation. You've been obsessed with your point counter again, haven't you?]
King of Violence: [Obsessed? Hardly. I'm only thirty points away from five hundred. Once I hit it, I might pay someone's world a little visit. Maybe yours, if I feel generous.]
X-Man Who Never Was: [If you step into my world, bring a coffin. You'll need it.]
A faint chill spread through the chat as the message appeared — a simple line, yet the weight behind her words silenced even the most reckless members.
King of Violence: [You talk big for someone hiding behind sarcasm, Justina.]
X-Man Who Never Was: [Sarcasm is for amateurs. I'm just telling you what I've already done before. Worlds don't scare me, King. I've erased one by accident.]
King of Violence: [Accident, huh? Funny, I heard it was your 'little experiment' that went wrong. Whole dimension folded in on itself, didn't it?]
X-Man Who Never Was: [You heard wrong. It didn't fold. It obeyed.]
The typing indicators flashed for a long moment. No one dared to interrupt.
Most members of the group had seen King of Violence threaten, destroy, and dominate — but only a handful had seen Justina LaGuardia, the X-Man Who Never Was, talk like that. She was infamous for dismantling people with words before resorting to force. When she did use force, it was already too late for the other side to react.
Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane: [Are you two going to flirt or destroy the chat again? I still haven't recovered from the last system crash.]
King of Violence: [Keep talking, and I'll make sure you experience a crash in real life.]
X-Man Who Never Was: [Oh, don't worry, Fallen. He only threatens women when he knows he can't win against them.]
King of Violence: [Watch your mouth, Justina. Equality, remember? I'd hit a girl if she earned it.]
X-Man Who Never Was: [Then swing, big man. Let's see if your ego survives the first hit.]
The chat exploded with notification sounds — message bubbles opening and closing, spectators sending emojis or fragments of reactions. A mix of thrill and tension filled the feed; everyone loved watching these two collide, but they knew if things escalated further, another moderator would have to step in.
Then, amidst the verbal crossfire, a calm new message appeared.
The Strongest Hero: [@Ghost of Konoha, newbie, have you checked the memory copies? How strong are you really? Can you place top 5 in the group?]
All other typing stopped.
Even King of Violence and Justina LaGuardia froze — the weight of curiosity shifting toward the newcomer.
Ghost of Konoha: [Just so-so. Nara, Hardcore Leveling Warrior, Liu Zhigang… they're interesting.]
The words were smooth, dismissive — the kind that only someone supremely confident could write.
Justina smirked when she read them. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard before she finally typed:
X-Man Who Never Was: [Well, well… another one who thinks too little of everyone else. This is going to be fun.]
For a heartbeat, the chat felt alive again — not with anger, but with anticipation.
The veterans knew what this meant: the arrival of another predator in their den.
And the storm that would follow would be anything but quiet.
He didn't even need to read the memory files; he already knew almost everything about most of the worlds they were based on. That deep understanding — and his decision to stay silent about it — only made him more mysterious.
His casual tone, the kind that carried quiet confidence rather than arrogance, reinforced what the others already believed: the newcomer was a big deal.
Still, they were collectively surprised — and slightly unsettled — by how much he seemed to know. Not only did he demonstrate awareness of events from various worlds, but he also seemed to know the real names of several members.
That shouldn't have been possible.
Apparently, the newcomer had information that even the interim president lacked — and that, for many members, was a good thing. Someone with knowledge that transcended worlds could help them understand their fates, maybe even rewrite them.
And so, most of the chat fell into cautious silence, deciding to wait and see how everything unfolded.
Fallen Angel from the Dark Plane: [Huh? What kind of delusion is that? That's just pure chuuni energy!]
Carmine: [@Acting President Skill Issue, can you confirm the identity of the new member? Everyone's curious…]
The interim president, Su Lenglen, hadn't contributed much to the Union.
Hell, some would even say that others — even those like Justina Laguardia, known for her sarcasm and unpredictable behavior — had shown more initiative than her.
Still, Su Lenglen wasn't entirely useless. She had uploaded two memory copies to the database — incomplete ones, sure, but still valuable resources for those hoping to alter their destinies.
For many, that small act made her worth tolerating.
Now, she stared at her screen, thinking.
["The Ghost of Konoha, huh… who could he be?"] she muttered to herself.
She had noticed the new member early on but chose to observe instead of engaging. His silence intrigued her; his restraint made him difficult to read. Every message he sent carried weight — not from authority, but from mystery.
After several moments of deliberation, she smiled faintly.
It was time to show off a bit — to remind everyone that the president still knew things.
Acting President Su Lenglen: [@Ghost of Konoha, who are you really? First Generation, Senju Hashirama? Second Generation, Senju Tobirama? Third, Sarutobi Hiruzen? Fourth, Namikaze Minato? Sixth, Hatake Kakashi? Or perhaps… the Seventh Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto?]
The chat went dead silent.
Every member stopped typing.
Su Lenglen had just named each of the Hokage one by one, casually demonstrating her encyclopedic knowledge of the Naruto world.
For several seconds, no one dared to interrupt.
Even the usual troublemakers — King of Violence, Fallen Angel, and X-Man Who Never Was — refrained from commenting.
All eyes were on the same name flashing on the screen.
Would Ghost of Konoha reveal the truth?
Would he play along?
Or would he turn the whole thing upside down again?
Whatever happened next, one thing was certain —
the real game was about to begin.