Synthetic Shinobi (A Naruto and Nier Crossover Fanfiction)

"Naruto Uzumaki, you are to subdue Gaara and aid others thereafter." Genma knew she was just a genin and had some… okay- a lot of screws loose on her head, but she was supposed to be really strong, dangerous and unpredictable. "Meanwhile, I'll take care of these Sand Shinobi. Am I clear?"

Naruto saluted awkwardly, her arm movements stiff and unnatural. "Dattebayo!" she chirped.

Genma pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll take that as a 'yes'..."

With that, Naruto turned her attention back to Gaara, her body shifting into an aggressive stance. Her legs bent slightly, her hands out in front of her like she was about to tackle a particularly challenging obstacle course.

She leaped toward Gaara, a Rasengan already forming in her hand, glowing brightly like a miniature sun.

Naruto charged toward Gaara with her golden Rasengan in hand, determined to land a hit, but the sand walls this time were thicker, denser, and as hard as granite. The golden chakra orb fizzled out upon contact, barely making a dent in the unyielding barrier. Gaara—no, it wasn't just Gaara anymore, was it? It was Ichibi now, or at least something close to it. His chakra had become wild, violent, and untamable, swirling around him like a malevolent storm.

Naruto barely dodged as a violent whip of sand lashed out at her, cracking the ground where she had stood. She leaped into the air, flipping awkwardly but somehow managing to evade the attacks, looking almost like a wind-up toy with her stiff movements.

"Alright, I see how it is," she muttered to herself, her glowing sapphire eyes narrowing. She ran through a series of hand signs, determined to try something new. "Water Style: Water Bullets!"

She puffed out her cheeks and spat a small stream of water, expecting something dramatic—deadly, even. But instead of the torrent she envisioned, a weak spray dribbled from her lips, barely reaching a foot in front of her. It was like a glorified spit-take.

Naruto's mechanical head swiveled to look at the nearest spectator, who was gawking at her with disbelief. She straightened herself up and gave a stiff, confident nod. "Yep, exactly as planned! You see, that was just a warm-up. Gotta test the wind resistance first. Yeah… everything's going according to my master plan."

The spectator blinked. "Uh… sure."

Ignoring her embarrassing water fiasco, Naruto reset, determination etched across her expressionless face. She ran through the hand signs again—this time, with a lot more urgency. "Water Style: Water Bullets!"

This time, a volley of bullet-like streams shot from her mouth, each one moving at blinding speed. Her head jerked back and forth with each blast, shaking like a marionette controlled by a hyperactive puppeteer. The blasts were powerful, sure, but Naruto's stiff posture made the whole thing look bizarrely comedic—like a firehose barely contained.

Gaara's sand rose up in defense, shielding him from the watery onslaught. But the Ichibi chakra swirling around him was only growing stronger by the second.

Naruto, never one to back down, decided it was time for her ultimate move. With a confident, robotic tilt of her head, she summoned a hundred shadow clones, each one forming a Rasengan in hand. The sheer volume of golden chakra orbs spinning in the arena cast an eerie glow over the battlefield.

"Behold!" all the Narutos said in perfect synchronization, their voices echoing grandly. "This is my new ultimate technique. Completely original!"

Gaara roared, the beast within him seemingly in full control now, as he lunged at the real Naruto, sand swirling and clawing in his wake.

But before Gaara could reach her, the Narutos charged, their Rasengans growing to absurd sizes—big enough to rival the heads of the Hokages carved into the mountain.

"Massive Rasengan Barrage!"

A series of golden lights erupted from the Rasengans as they collided with Gaara's sand barrier. Each explosion of chakra sent shockwaves through the arena, forcing everyone to shield their eyes from the blinding light. The sheer intensity of the attack momentarily paused all the fighting in the stadium.

Even Orochimaru, who was locked in battle with the Third Hokage, squinted through the golden glow, his snake-like eyes narrowing. "That brat…"

Meanwhile, atop the gallery, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, stood firm in his black battle attire, facing off against Orochimaru. Despite the chaos, the old man's voice rang out with wisdom and conviction. "The Will of Fire burns strong, Orochimaru. It is the source of the village's strength. As long as it exists, Konoha will never fall."

Orochimaru sneered, his tongue flicking out in distaste. "The Will of Fire is nothing more than a fairytale, Sarutobi. An illusion you cling to."

"A fairy indeed," Hiruzen nodded sagely. "But one that grants strength beyond anything you can understand."

Just then, the blinding golden light from Naruto's barrage began to fade, revealing a heavily battered Gaara. But that wasn't what caught Orochimaru's attention. His lip curled in a mix of amusement and disgust as his gaze shifted to Naruto, standing over Gaara's half-transformed, semi-conscious body.

"Does the 'Will of Fire' also say the fairy should be naked?" Orochimaru spat with a mocking grin.

Hiruzen frowned, his eyes scanning the battlefield until they landed on Naruto. His eyes widened in absolute horror.

There she was—Naruto Uzumaki, standing tall over the half-dead Ichibi Jinchuriki, lecturing Gaara with all the seriousness in the world… and completely naked.

"So that's why she couldn't wear anything other than that frilly black dress…" Hiruzen muttered, his eyes still wide. "The dress she was wearing earlier was not meant to endure such destructive power…"

Naruto, of course, was blissfully unaware of her wardrobe malfunction as she struck what she thought was a 'cool' pose. Her mechanical voice came out in an authoritative monotone, "You see, Gaara, the secret to my strength is simple."

Gaara, bloodied and beaten, groaned in confusion. "Why are you… so strong?"

Naruto tilted her head mechanically, her glowing blue eyes staring unblinkingly at him. "Because," she said, "I'm too cool for my own good. Dattebayo."

"C-cool…?"

"Indeed," Naruto continued, her voice devoid of emotion but still somehow managing to sound like she was delivering the most profound wisdom. "In order to protect others, you must be cool. And with great coolness, comes great power."

Gaara blinked through the pain, trying to process what she was saying. "But… why do you fight for them?" he asked, his voice weak.

Naruto's head shifted slightly, her voice still completely deadpan. "These people, most of whom are clearly beneath me, need my guidance. That's why I must protect them."

Gaara's sand trembled slightly as he stared at her in disbelief. "I… see."

"If you stay alone all the time, killing people and being a general creep, you'll never be happy," Naruto added, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

Gaara's eyes flickered with something close to understanding. "I… understand."

"Good for you. Dattebayo," Naruto said, already turning on her heel, ready to leap away.

"Wait!" Gaara called out, his voice strained. "Why are you—"

But before he could finish, Naruto had already vanished, leaving Gaara lying there in a mix of confusion and, oddly enough, motivation.

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