The Swirling of an Ancient Spirit in the Alps and the Submission of the Ninja God
Part 1: The Legacy of Wasted Blood
April 2, 1800. The Earth we now stand on is not the same as it once was. After the mysterious destruction of the Seven Worlds and Dimensions triggered by the great battle of the Seven Ancients, God has united the remnants of existence into a single, anomalous New Earth.
In a hidden village shrouded in the eternal snows of the Himalayas—right on the ancient border between China and Tibet—lives a small family of unusual bloodlines. They are survivors of a dimensional fusion: the fusion of the blood of the Quincy clan and the spiritual race of the Shinigami. Here, peace reigned for a time, just after the end of the grueling Thousand-Year War between the Supreme Ruler of the Quincy, Yhwach, and the Gotei Army led by Captain-Commander Genryusai Yamamoto and Unohana Retsu.
Although the Shinigami faction won the war and sealed Yhwach away in a place beyond the reach of fate, prophecy stated that the Dark Emperor was merely asleep. He would need 999 years to reassemble his heart, mind, and power before fully awakening to exact his revenge.
However, the Kurosaki family's peace was shattered when a magical mist from the past crept in. Morgana Le Fay, one of the three greatest sorcerers in human history, approached Isshin Kurosaki. Using dark charms and skillful verbal manipulation, Morgana convinced the Shinigami to marry her. Shortly after, a boy with terrifying spiritual potential was born: Ichigo Pendragon—who would later be known by his real name, Ichigo Kurosaki.
Aware of the threat posed by the supernatural, Morgana fled the six-year-old Ichigo to an isolated village at the foot of the European Alps. The loss of his precious son devastated Isshin; he decided to travel far east, settling in the small Japanese town of Karakura, and opening a mortal medical practice with his new wife to quell his grief.
Part 2: Thunderstorm in the Alpine Sky
Two years passed under the shadow of the Alps. Morgana cared for Ichigo in secret. Her primary reason for kidnapping the child was a taboo: through her magical vision, she knew that a fragment of The Almighty A's power—the pure essence of Yhwach the Almighty—slept within Ichigo's soul. Morgana planned to train the child within five years to become the most powerful sorcerer and spiritual hybrid. Furthermore, she had read an ancient stone tablet about a prophecy of the ancient ages: five children of prophecy would be born into the world, bringing either absolute peace or utter destruction, and walking between the two lines.
One cold afternoon, the now eight-year-old Ichigo entered the Alpine forest to hunt wild game for their lunch. After successfully taking down his prey, he turned back for home. However, his footsteps halted as fifteen sturdy figures in black armor blocked his path in the middle of the path.
"Is he his son?" asked one of the men, his eyes glowing red.
"Yes, his aura is unmistakable. He's a son of that ancient bloodline," replied the demon next to him.
"Who are you?!" Ichigo took a step back, gripping his hunting bow tightly.
"Calm down, child. We're just here to greet your mother. Where is she?" a demoness asked with a sinister smile.
"Mother! Help!" Ichigo shouted, realizing the air around him had suddenly become extremely heavy.
Whoosh! A cold wind blew past. Morgana Le Fay shot out of her cottage, standing firmly before Ichigo. Her eyes glared at the fifteen entities surrounding them. "What do you want, demons of the Underworld?"
"Oh, so the Great Wizard is getting straight to the point," grinned the man at the head of the group. "We come on His Majesty's orders. Come with us to the Underworld willingly, Morgana."
"Sorry, I can't. I already have family in this mortal world."
"Then we'll have to use force. Even if it means returning your body lifeless!"
The demoness stomped her foot. "Gigantic Impact!" A giant purple magic circle materialized in front of her, sending a wave of destructive energy toward Morgana. "All of you, spread out! Attack that woman from all directions!" she ordered her subordinates.
"Children, go take cover behind that big tree! As long as I stand here, they won't be able to touch even a hair on your head!" Morgana shouted, spreading her arms.
BOOM! A tremendous explosion shook the mountainside. The clash of magical energy distorted the Alpine sky. The demon leader wasn't messing around—he stretched his arms skyward, manifesting a magic circle as wide as the Alpine peaks.
"Damn, he really intends to destroy this place," Morgana whispered, her face grim.
The remaining gi pierced and detonated the second meteor behind the clouds. The massive explosion illuminated the entire alternate dimension with blinding white light.
After the cosmic dust settled, Madara's Susanoo had shattered into pieces. The legendary Uchiha knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. Cough! Cough! Cough! Fresh blood dripped from the corner of his lips. His body collapsed, no longer able to withstand the absolute pressure of energy emitted by Ophis.
"I praise you, Madara Uchiha. You are the first human in this era to successfully make me use my true form," Ophis said as she floated down, returning to her serene little girl form. She turned toward the dimensional tear. "Belial, let's go. I await your wise answer, Madara Uchiha."
Ophis and Belial stepped into the spatial rift, leaving Madara sprawled on the dimensional ground under the watchful eye of a trembling Zetsu.
Part 4: The Floating City of the Earth God Metropolis
High above the skies of Tokyo, hidden behind a god-level space-time barrier impenetrable to both human radar and demonic magic, lies a majestic floating landmass: the Earth God Metropolis, the domain of the remnants of the strongest warrior race, the Saiyan race.
Inside one of the main castle's infirmaries, Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. "Ugh... where am I?" he groaned, feeling every joint stiff.
"You're awake, kid," a deep but kind voice replied.
Ichigo turned to see two grown men standing beside his bed. Both were dressed in red training clothes with magnificent golden capes draped over their shoulders, exuding an aura of pure heroism.
"Who are you? And... where is my mother?!" Ichigo tried to get up, but his body felt crushed.
"Calm down, kid. You're safe here. My name is Son Goku, the Great Saiyan King, and this is my partner, Vegeta," the spiky-haired man smiled amiably, pointing to the stern-faced man beside him. "You are currently in our home, the Floating City of the Earth God Metropolis. The two of us were patrolling the Alps when we sensed a massive impact of demonic magic. When we landed, the place was in ruins as if struck by a cosmic cyclone, and we found you and your mother lying dying."
"What exactly happened there?" Vegeta asked, his tone firm but laced with curiosity. "The demonic magic remaining there wasn't low-grade magic."
Ichigo lowered his head, clenching his fists as memories of the battle returned. "We were attacked by a group of extremely powerful demons... led by someone named Deusher Belial. They wanted to take my mother by force to the Underworld."
Goku nodded in understanding, then gently patted Ichigo's shoulder. "I see. Don't worry, your mother, Morgana Le Fay, is currently being cared for by my wife, Chi-Chi, and Bulma in the palace hospital. Her condition is stable."
At the news of his mother's safety, the tension on Ichigo's face melted away. "Thank you... thank you so much for saving us."
The next day, Ichigo's physical strength began to recover thanks to the medical technology of capsules and Senzu beans provided by the Saiyans. He stood on the castle balcony, gazing at the majestic view of the floating city below. As Goku approached, Ichigo turned and bowed deeply.
"Goku-san... can you train me?" Ichigo asked, his voice imploring. His eyes radiated with fiery determination. "I don't want to be a burden anymore. I want to become strong so I can protect my mother and destroy those demons if they return!"
Goku raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised by the boy's determination. He exchanged glances with Vegeta, standing nearby, who only gave a soft, approving snort.
"Interesting," Goku grinned, crossing his arms across his chest. "How old are you now, kid?"
"Next month... I'll be 10," Ichigo replied firmly.
"Very well, Ichigo Pendragon. I accept your request," Goku said, his aura suddenly shifting to a powerful and oppressive one. "Vegeta and I will train you for the next five years in this floating city. Once you reach fifteen, you will descend to mortal Earth, traveling to Tokyo to attend Tokyo High School and test your strength in the outside world."
Goku stepped forward, taking Ichigo's small hand. "But remember one thing, son. Be prepared... because training under the tutelage of two Saiyan Kings will be the most terrifying hell you've ever imagined."
Ichigo gripped Goku's hand back without hesitation, his eyes gleaming with the essence of the Almighty that was beginning to align with his soul. "I'm ready!"