He stopped at a small ramen shop, the steam from the broth smelling faintly of Naruto’s favorite haunt. Inside, a girl with hair as bright as a Devil Fruit sat alone, tracing the edge of a Survey Corps emblem on her jacket. She looked up, her eyes sharp and analytical, reminiscent of a strategist from Death Note .

"So," Kenji said, standing tall as the world began to shift. "Which series do you want to live through today?"

The neon glow of Academy City hummed with a restless energy as Kenji navigated the crowded streets of the Shibuya district. He wasn’t a hero—not like the ones in the stories his grandfather told him—but today, the air felt different, heavy with the weight of a Domain Expansion he couldn't see. He clutched a worn volume of Chainsaw Man to his chest, the ink on the pages a stark reminder of the chaotic world he inhabited.