The day had gone smoothly. With the team well-rested and their spirits high, it was time to face the impending challenge. Hephaestus, with his divine craftsmanship and unyielding determination, had completed the most extraordinary task in record time. The forge had been burning for an entire day and night, fueled by his desire to aid Naruto in his mission. The ultimate spear and armor were now in his hands—an ethereal combination of both form and function, born from the divine blood of the immortals and crafted with the highest standards of celestial engineering.
Naruto stood in the center of the open training area, his eyes scanning the gleaming spear he now held. The Immortal Killer—a weapon forged to break the boundaries of reality, meant to pierce through the very fabric of immortality itself. Crafted from Hephaestus' blood, sweat, and sacred treasures, the spear was a masterpiece. It thrummed with energy, and Naruto could feel its power coursing through his fingers as if it had a life of its own. The blade could cleave through anything in the universe that could be cut. It was designed to be unbreakable, a weapon that would always return to him. More than that, its true power lay in its ability to cancel regeneration, nullify immortality, and strike fear in the hearts of weaker beings. It was the kind of weapon that could slay immortals.
As he grasped the spear's hilt, the darkness of its blade seemed to shimmer and pulse with energy. The Immortal Killer was more than just a weapon. It was an extension of his will, a symbol of the readiness to face even the most formidable foes that the immortals could throw at him. A confident smirk crept onto Naruto's face, the sharp edges of the spear mirroring his newfound strength.
Next to him, the armor gleamed like a second skin. Crafted from Hephaestus' finest metals and imbued with divine power, the armor was unlike anything Naruto had ever worn before. It shimmered like molten silver, reflecting the world around him with a deep, otherworldly glow. As soon as it made contact with his body, it adjusted to fit him perfectly, its sleek design enhancing his every movement. More than just aesthetically imposing, the armor was a powerhouse of its own. It amplified Naruto's powers by a staggering factor of ten, providing resistance to manipulation of elemental forces, soul, time, gravity, and even death itself. It could transform into any shape or form he desired, adapting to the needs of the battlefield.
Naruto could feel the immense weight of the power settling around him, but unlike many who would become intoxicated by such overwhelming force, he felt nothing but clarity. The armor didn't just protect him—it elevated his already astronomical abilities. Without it, Naruto's strength was enough to level entire planets using Kurama's chakra alone, but now… with the armor and the spear, he could obliterate stars with a single strike.
Naruto didn't falter. His mind, sharper than most, remained calm and focused. He knew that the strength the armor and spear granted him was a tool—not a crutch. He wasn't here to revel in power; he was here to destroy those who thought themselves beyond reach. To destroy immortals.
As Hephaestus watched him, a sense of pride filled the forge immortal's heart. The mortal before him, no longer just a mere man, had transcended his limitations. He had grown in both power and wisdom, and most importantly, he had stayed grounded. That was a rarity, even among the divine.
"You truly are a marvel, Naruto," Hephaestus remarked with a satisfied smile, watching as the warrior tested the spear's weight. "Most would let the power consume them. You, however, remain unchanged."
Naruto gave a brief laugh, his eyes never leaving the blade of his spear. "Power's just a tool, old man. It's how you use it that matters. And right now, I'm using it to get ready for a fight."
The preparation for battle wasn't just about having the right weapons. It was about being in sync with the team. Naruto, Donna, Kara, Raven, Diana, and Hippolyta had trained for this moment. The plan was simple—Naruto and Donna would fight, and the others would provide support, monitoring the battlefield and intervening when necessary.
Kara and Diana stood on opposite sides, their sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Raven, with her dark magic, stood close to Diana, ready to deploy her spells at a moment's notice. Hippolyta stood near the entrance, keeping watch over their surroundings, ensuring no other threats would sneak up on them. It was a well-coordinated effort, one that showcased the strength of the Justice League and their ability to work together, no matter the odds.
Donna, dressed in her battle attire, stood beside Naruto, her confidence matching his own. She was ready. They had faced countless threats together, but this one… this one was different. Their opponent was no mere mortal—this was the Mid Boss of the Olympian immortals, a stepping stone to the final confrontation with Zeus. But it wasn't just Zeus that they needed to worry about. The Mid Boss was more than enough to test their skills, and with the power Naruto now wielded, the outcome would be a test of his true resolve.
The team moved quickly, the battle ahead looming large. Naruto could feel his pulse quicken as the anticipation built. The calm before the storm was always the hardest part. But it was in these moments that he thrived. He didn't need a pep talk, or reassurance. He knew his role, and he knew what needed to be done.
Naruto's gaze turned toward Donna, his expression serious now. "Let's get this done. After this, we can take down Zeus. We'll do it together."
Donna nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Together."
And with that, the battle was set to begin.
Hercules stood on his island, his massive frame illuminated by the golden light of the rising sun. He had just finished his morning routine—an intense training session designed to sharpen his skills and reinforce his dominance over any challenge that dared to cross his path. The island around him was a testament to his love for combat. Creatures of all shapes and sizes—monsters, beasts, and even alien invaders from distant corners of the universe—were scattered across the land, serving as both entertainment and practice for the demiimmortal.
The island was a self-contained paradise, surrounded by a vast body of water that kept the rest of the world away. It was a sanctuary for him to indulge in his greatest pleasures: battle and lust. He had become tired of weak opponents, those who lacked the strength to truly test his limits. Women had become an unremarkable distraction for him, a mere side effect of his unquenchable thirst for power and domination.
Hercules' thoughts often drifted back to his defeat at the hands of Ares. It had been a bitter pill to swallow, a reminder that even a immortal could fall. But that defeat had only fueled his desire for greater strength. He trained harder, fought fiercer, and sought out stronger foes to slay. He reveled in combat, and no one, it seemed, could truly challenge him anymore. Or so he thought.
As he went through his routine, he felt a subtle shift in the air—a disturbance. His senses, honed over millennia of battle, picked up the presence of intruders in his domain. He raised his eyes toward the sky, and there, descending from the clouds like a storm, was a familiar group of warriors.
A smile curled on Hercules' lips as he recognized them. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, knowing that his boredom was about to come to an end. He had grown tired of the weak women he had entertained before, but now, there were worthy opponents in his presence. His gaze locked on the figures of Hippolyta, Diana, and Donna, his former lovers, and their allies—Kara Zor-El, the Kryptonian powerhouse, and Raven, the mysterious Demoness. The combination of strength, beauty, and power before him sent a thrill through his veins.
But there was something else that caught his attention—Naruto. He hadn't expected him. The golden-haired warrior was an unexpected challenge, one Hercules knew he would enjoy. The thought of fighting someone of such power—and possibly indulging in his other, more primal desires—was a temptation he couldn't resist.
His eyes lingered on the women, but they were mere distractions. The real prize was the battle. A fight against Naruto would be legendary, something that would carve his name into the annals of history.
Naruto, however, did not share the same enthusiasm. He had heard of Hercules—his feats, his arrogance, and his unspeakable actions. But it was not his past that Naruto cared about. It was the future, and Hercules' existence in it was one that needed to be brought to an end.
The moment Naruto's presence was felt, Hercules turned toward him with a smirk. The warrior was dressed in armor adorned with the fur of the Nemean Lion, the invulnerable creature whose hide had once been the source of his fame. His muscular body was barely covered by the ancient, tattered armor, and in his hand, he wielded the Adamantine club—almost unbreakable, drenched in the blood of countless enemies. This was the Hercules of myth and legend, a monstrous warrior with an insatiable hunger for power and dominance.
As Naruto stepped forward, his presence was commanding. The aura surrounding him radiated a calm, dangerous power, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy emanating from Hercules. The Immortal Killer spear gleamed in his hands, and his eyes were filled with cold resolve.
"Scum," Naruto's voice rang out, sharp and cutting. "I have come to claim your life for the sins you have committed."
Hercules' eyes narrowed, his smirk widening into a grin that bordered on mania. The challenge had been issued, and the thrill of battle surged through him like an uncontrollable tide. His hand tightened around the grip of his club, his muscles flexing in anticipation.
"You come to claim my life, mortal?" Hercules' voice boomed, deep and full of mockery. "Do you not know who I am? I am Hercules—the son of Zeus, the immortal of strength and might! I have slaughtered immortals, mortals, and beasts alike. You are nothing but another challenger who will fall before my might."
Naruto's expression remained unchanged, his grip on the Immortal Killer steady. He had heard such boasts before, and they always ended the same way. Hercules, despite his strength, was blinded by arrogance—a flaw that would be his undoing.
"I don't care who you are," Naruto replied coldly, his eyes locking onto Hercules. "I'm not here for your history. I'm here to end your reign of terror."
The battlefield was set. The clash between the might of Hercules and the determined warriors, led by Naruto, echoed through the air. The island, a sanctuary forged by the demi-immortal's desires, now trembled under the weight of their struggle. Donna stood by Naruto's side, a fierce glint in her eyes as she prepared for a battle unlike any they had faced before. The mental connection they shared hummed with the intensity of their focus.
"Follow my lead. We can't use magic, so focus on keeping your body strong," Naruto's voice rang in Donna's mind, calm but serious.
"Understood," she responded, her resolve steeled. Though this was a new kind of battle for her, Donna had fought alongside Naruto countless times before, and she knew well the weight of their mission. They were facing a foe whose reputation as a monster was more than just legend. Hercules, the son of Zeus, was not merely a myth; he was a predator, and they were his prey.
The moment Hercules' booming laughter filled the air, Donna felt the dread seep into her bones. His words were venomous, dripping with arrogance and pleasure as he mocked them. "HAHAHAHA, really another one of you fools. I really love you guys, always becoming fodder to my desires and bringing me such delicious treats. Don't worry, I will enjoy them for a century at least, and I will even keep you alive to watch. Am I generous or what?"
His eyes glittered with sick delight as he ogled the women, his words laced with an unsettling sense of entitlement. He was a monster in every sense of the word—not just in strength, but in nature. The anger bubbling inside Donna threatened to spill over, but she knew the importance of keeping her emotions in check.
Naruto was equally focused. His eyes never wavered from Hercules as he prepared for the next step. This was not a fight to win through anger or rashness. It was a battle to outsmart and overpower the beast before them.
Hercules' laughter faded, his attention now fully on the challengers before him. His expression shifted into one of calculation, his mind working quickly to size up their abilities. He was not some careless fool who relied only on brute force. He knew when to respect an opponent's power.
Naruto, knowing this, took the first move, launching a barrage of kunai at Hercules with fifty percent of his boosted speed. The weapons shot through the air faster than the eye could track, faster than light itself. But Hercules, with a casual swipe, batted them aside like they were nothing. The kunai hit the water surrounding the island, plummeting into the depths with a soft hiss. The world around them remained unaffected—Hercules maintained the natural flow of things, unwilling to let the fight destabilize the space itself.
The demiimmortal smiled, not a hint of worry on his face. His eyes flickered with appreciation for the force behind the attack, though they still reflected the arrogance of someone who believed they were invincible. "I am still faster than him, and his weapons won't be able to damage me," Hercules mused internally. But the anticipation in his chest—this was what he lived for.
"Let's enjoy the fight," he muttered aloud, his voice rich with excitement as he prepared to meet Naruto head-on.
With a flash of movement, the two men collided. Hercules swung his mighty club with a force that could shatter mountains, but Naruto, quick as ever, parried the strike with his sword. The clash of steel and adamantium reverberated through the air.
But that was only the beginning. Donna, timing her move perfectly, dashed forward, aiming a deadly strike toward Hercules' abdomen. The demiimmortal saw it coming in an instant, though, and flew backward just in time to avoid the lethal blow. However, Donna was not dissuaded. In a fluid motion, she drew her daggers, hurling them at his chest with deadly precision.
Naruto didn't let up either. He used the moment to his advantage, rushing forward and aiming low for Hercules' legs. His sword arced in a circular motion, aiming to sweep his legs out from under him.
Hercules' eyes glinted with excitement. He wasn't going to play it safe. He didn't want to make it easy on them. He decided to go all in. The club collided with Naruto's sword, sending the weapon flying from his grasp. But Naruto flowed with the momentum, kicking Hercules square in the face.
Hercules' grin only grew wider, showing no sign of discomfort. He blocked the kick effortlessly with his free hand, his excitement peaking. He had expected Naruto to make a follow-up attack, but instead, Naruto retreated, allowing Donna to use her whip to latch onto Hercules' leg.
The demiimmortal's reflexes were swift, but for just a moment, he was a step too slow. With a jerk, Donna pulled on the whip, sending Hercules crashing into the mountaintop beneath him. The earth trembled as the demiimmortal's mighty form smashed into the rock, cracking it beneath the impact.
Before Hercules could even recover, Naruto closed the gap, spinning through the air like a meteor with his feet aimed directly at Hercules' head. The force of the strike would be devastating, but the demiimmortal had seen it coming. With a swift motion, he used his club to clear away the dust and debris, swinging it with incredible speed.
The club smashed into Naruto's path, but the warrior was quick to adjust, using the impact to propel himself further into the fray. He threw more kunai, aimed right at Hercules' face this time, hoping to exploit the opening.
Hercules was momentarily pushed back by the force of the attacks, but his confidence never wavered. He was caught off guard by how hard Naruto and Donna fought, but he wasn't finished yet. He allowed the kunai to miss, and his eyes narrowed in on his opponents.
"Interesting," Hercules said with a grin. "I'll admit, you've made me work for this."
But even as he said it, the air around them seemed to grow heavier. Hercules was starting to realize that this wasn't just another battle. These weren't just any challengers. They were warriors with purpose, and for the first time in a long while, Hercules felt the tension of a true challenge.
His body hummed with power as he adjusted his stance, his grip tightening on the adamantium club. "Let's see how long you can last, little mortals."
The fight was far from over, and the stakes were only rising.