Can an Ex-Shinobi Use Magic?

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Can an Ex-Shinobi Use Magic?

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Journey to Magic

Reading Guide:

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Rasengan!(Attacks / Abilities / Chakra / Jutsu / Ki / Magic / Techniques)

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The misty, emerald highlands of Scotland had always been the perfect refuge. Far from the hustle and bustle of human-infested metropolises, and at a more than safe distance from the prying eyes of both Muggles and the secret society of Wizards and Witches, stood a vast estate surrounded by lush forests and rugged mountains. To any clueless passerby, it would be just an isolated farm; but to its inhabitants, it was a sanctuary of peace, training, and an unbreakable familial love.

Goki lived there. At thirty-five years old, this Saiyan woman was a marvel of nature that defied any earthly standard of beauty. She possessed a thick, rebellious mane of black hair, spiked up in an unmistakable gravity-defying palm tree shape. Her eyes were deep and dark as polished coal, contrasting perfectly with her immaculate, pale complexion. Standing at 1.70 meters, what truly took the breath away from anyone lucky (or unlucky) enough to cross paths with her was her absurdly voluptuous physique. Goki boasted massive, firm breasts that strained the fabric of her martial arts clothing, leading down to a flat stomach where subtle yet defined abs were visible, a testament to her rigorous training. Her impossibly slim waist gave way to wide hips and a monumental, firm, and fleshy rear. It was a natural body sculpted by warrior genetics, but to the eyes of humanity, it looked like an unreal fantasy.

Despite being an incarnate goddess walking the earth, Goki was the most innocent, pure, and naive creature the universe had ever conceived. She hadn’t the slightest idea of the hormonal chaos she caused in her wake.

She was deeply in love and happily married to Broly, the only man capable of matching and containing such a force of nature. Broly, also thirty-five years old, was an imposing titan standing 2.13 meters tall. His messy black hair crowned a face with strong features and a semi-tanned complexion. He was an attractive warrior with colossal musculature and immeasurable strength. In the intimacy of their home, far from any prying eyes, Broly was a devoted and incredibly passionate husband. His anatomy, as prodigious as his wife’s—endowed with colossal virility, large in size, strong attributes, and completely hairless—had provided Goki with countless hours and nights of unbridled, savage, and purely instinctive pleasure that often shook the very foundations of their mountain home. To Broly (and occasionally, to his old friend Vegeta), she was never Goki; she was Kakaroko.

The fruit of that volcanic and inexhaustible love was their greatest pride: their nine children. The home always resonated with the chaotic energy of Furensō (their firstborn and so far only daughter, 17), Gohan (15), Goten (13), Naruto (11), Romanesco (9), Bardock Jr. (7), Paragus Jr. (5), Rock (3), and little baby Toma, barely 1 year old. They lived apart from human society precisely because humanity wasn’t ready to deal with superpowered aliens capable of destroying planets with a sneeze. They preferred anonymity over dealing with journalists, governments, or magical ministries asking uncomfortable questions that Goki lacked the patience to answer.

Everything flowed with the usual tranquility of training, dinosaur hunts, and enormous banquets, until August 1991 arrived.

It was barely two months until Naruto’s eleventh birthday, set for October 31st, when a strange white owl burst through the kitchen window, dropping a thick parchment envelope. It was signed by a certain “Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore”. The letter informed them that Naruto had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The reason he was tracked was a simple accident: a week ago, the boy had levitated a bowl full of stew directly to his mouth out of sheer laziness. Goki and Broly had attributed it to a new Ki technique of their son’s, but the letter called it “accidental magic.”

What the family didn’t know was that Naruto was a reincarnated being.

Beneath that appearance of an innocent boy with messy black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, dwelled the battle-hardened soul of an ancient shinobi. In his past life, Naruto had given his life at the young age of seventeen, sacrificing himself during a titanic battle to seal the goddess Kaguya alongside his stubborn friend and rival, the “teme” Sasuke. After that pyrrhic victory, his body collapsed, succumbing to an extreme and lethal exhaustion of his Chakra network, dying without being able to fulfill his greatest dream: to become Hokage.

Upon waking up in the afterlife, he ran into the supreme deity herself, Kami-sama. As a reward for his heroic sacrifice, he was granted a new life in a new universe. Although Naruto was incredibly furious at first—screaming and demanding to know why he hadn’t been revived in his own world to be with his precious friends from Konoha—Kami-sama bestowed divine gifts upon him to compensate: literally infinite Chakra. Thanks to his current heritage as a pure Saiyan, Naruto possessed devastating Ki control, and added to Kami-sama’s gift, he could use endless jutsus and materialize any Dōjutsu without any drain, from the majestic Sharingan to the divine Rinnegan. And now, ironically, he also had reserves of Magic, a mysterious and malleable energy that he still didn’t fully understand.

The original blond’s grudge quickly dissipated when he was born again. In this life, he had biological parents who loved him madly and an army of siblings. For someone who had grown up in the most absolute and painful loneliness, being embraced by Goki and trained by Broly was an earthly paradise infinitely superior to any Hokage position. He kept his reincarnated status a secret, justifying his strange and complex elemental powers to his family under the excuse that “he had invented them himself.”

And now, on September 1st, 1991, the powerful shinobi reincarnated into an eleven-year-old boy found himself pushing a trolley full of cauldrons, spellbooks, and cages through the deafening chaos of King’s Cross Station, right in the middle of London.

—Stay close, my baby!— exclaimed Goki in her characteristic cheerful and singsong voice, walking by his side. She was dressed in her iconic orange and blue Dogi, tightened to the breaking point by her voluptuous curves.

The contrast between peaceful Scotland and London was overwhelming, but not as much as the effect Goki caused on the crowd. As they made their way toward the platforms, the station seemed to come to a halt. Men, whether confirmed bachelors or respectable married gentlemen walking hand-in-hand with their wives, turned their heads sharply. Their jaws dropped, gaping, losing the thread of their conversations at the sight of such a monumental woman. Their eyes locked desperately onto the massive breasts that bounced with every energetic step the Saiyan took, or onto the hypnotic sway of her wide hips.

The wives of those men glared daggers at her. Women muttered among themselves, dripping with toxic jealousy and envy, convincing themselves out loud that —it’s impossible for that body to be real, she must have liters of silicone and dozens of surgeries—.On the other hand, a small but noticeable percentage of young women looked her up and down with an unmistakable, lascivious desire, licking their lips at the imposing figure of the dark-haired woman.

Goki, in her infinite purity, smiled and waved at a couple of office workers who nearly tripped over a trash can while staring at her behind.

—Wow, the humans in the city are very nice, they’re looking at me so attentively!— Goki commented with a dazzling smile, placing a hand on her son’s shoulder.

Naruto let out a tired sigh, lowering his gaze. Hedidrealize the perverted looks his mother was receiving, and instinctively let out a microscopic sliver of killing intent that made more than one nearby onlooker break into a cold sweat.

He really didn’t want to be there. His mind was hundreds of kilometers away, specifically in the backyard of his house, imagining himself trading blows at supersonic speeds with Kefla. The fierce Saiyan was his childhood friend, they were exactly the same age, and training with her was infinitely more stimulating than learning to wave a wooden wand to shoot colored sparks. However, Goki, with those puppy-dog eyes and that maternal voice that could melt glaciers, had convinced him to give the magic school a chance. ”Just try it for a year, sweetie. If it’s too boring, I’ll talk to your father and we’ll take you out of there,” she had promised. And Naruto, who had an incorrigible weakness for his mother’s love, couldn’t refuse.

They stopped dead in their tracks. Goki looked at a crumpled piece of paper in her hand and then looked up at the large metal signs.

—Let’s see... platform nine... and platform ten...— Goki muttered, scratching her cheek with a finger, blinking in confusion at the brick wall separating them. —But your ticket says Nine and Three-Quarters. What a weird number! Do you think they forgot to build it?

Naruto stopped the trolley, knowing the moment of separation was upon them. Despite his mental maturity, his body was that of a preteen, and the old habits of a certain perverted hermit had left some funny side effects on his psyche. He sighed deeply, but a strange, goofy smile began to form on his pale face.

He had set one condition for getting on that train into the unknown: a goodbye hug from his mother. And he could already feel, in advance, the wonderful sensation of having his face completely smothered and buried between those two monumental, soft, and warm maternal attributes that had fed him when he was a baby.

—Don’t worry, Mom,— Naruto said, slightly raising his Chakra to feel the energy signatures behind the wall. —I think it’s an illusion or a barrier. It’s right behind these bricks. But before we cross...

Naruto let go of the trolley, opened his arms wide, and looked at his mother with bright eyes, waiting for his reward.

Goki didn’t think twice. Seeing her “little one’s” open arms, a massive, radiant smile lit up her beautiful pale face. With a swift movement overflowing with maternal enthusiasm, she lunged forward, closing the distance between them.

For Naruto, the outside world simply ceased to exist. In the blink of an eye, his vision was completely blocked by an imposing and soft barrier of orange and blue fabric. His face ended up sinking entirely, with millimeter precision, right into the middle of his mother’s lush and monumental cleavage. The pressure of those massive, firm breasts enveloped him completely, smothering him in the best possible way. The sweet, clean, and wild scent that Goki always gave off flooded his nostrils as he felt the comforting warmth of a body sculpted by the gods of war, yet overflowing with the purest tenderness.

—Oh, my beautiful boy! I’m going to miss you so much!— exclaimed Goki, completely oblivious to the nature of her son’s thoughts, as she squeezed him against her chest with a force that would have pulverized any ordinary human’s ribs, but which for a pure Saiyan with a body reinforced by infinite Chakra was merely a reminder of how powerful his mother was.

Naruto, his cheeks completely squished between the dark-haired woman’s massive and voluptuous front, couldn’t stop his strange, goofy smile from widening even further. Though mentally he was an experienced seventeen-year-old warrior who had faced deities, in that precise moment he felt like the luckiest kid in the universe. He enjoyed the contact for a few long, idyllic seconds, allowing himself to recharge his energy before diving into what he foresaw would be a highly tedious year surrounded by human brats who barely knew how to float feathers.

Finally, Goki released him a bit, holding him by the shoulders. The woman’s deep, coal-dark eyes shone with a mix of pride and a slight sadness at the farewell.

—Remember to eat a lot, okay? Broly told me that humans eat very small and strange portions, so if you’re left hungry, you can hunt something in the forests they have around there!— she advised him with total seriousness, scratching the back of her neck while letting out a giggle. —And if anyone tries to bother you... well, you know what to do, though try not to destroy the school, please. I don’t want your father to have to go rebuild it.

—I know, Mom. I’ll be careful,— Naruto replied, adjusting the collar of his clothes and recovering his usually serene expression, though a faint crimson tint still adorned his pale cheeks. —And don’t worry about food, I sealed enough scrolls with dinosaur meat provisions and the banquets you cooked before coming. I won’t go hungry.

Goki nodded effusively, visibly relieved by her son’s ingenuity, attributing once again those strange “paper seals” to her little genius’s wonderful inventions.

—Great! Now, let’s go find that secret platform!— Goki said, taking control of the trolley again with boundless energy.

They walked a few meters toward the solid brick column dividing platforms nine and ten. All around them, the murmur of King’s Cross Station continued deafeningly, but as they approached the pillar, Naruto could notice that people’s attention wasn’t waning. Several men stopped, pretending to look at their watches or reading newspapers upside down, all just to delight in the rear view of Goki: the rhythmic swaying of her wide hips and her massive, round rear, which strained the fabric of the dogi in an almost sinful way, was an impossible magnet to ignore. A couple of witches dressed in civilian clothes, who passed stealthily nearby, looked Goki up and down with a jealousy so palpable it could well have cut the air. They muttered through gritted teeth about the supposed vulgarity of her clothing, although deep down their eyes betrayed the resentment of knowing they would never possess such a perfect and naturally flawless figure. Goki, of course, just gave them a cheerful smile and a wave upon seeing they were looking at her so much.

—Mom, it’s this way,— Naruto indicated, stepping in front of the brick wall. —We just have to walk straight into the wall without stopping. It’s a magical barrier.

Goki blinked in amazement. She stretched out one of her hands and touched the brick, feeling the strange fluctuation of an energy that wasn’t Ki, but that malleable and capricious force the letter called magic.

—Wow! It’s true! It feels like invisible jelly,— she commented, amused. —Let me go first, I want to see what it’s like on the other side!

Without waiting for an answer, Goki pushed the heavy trolley with astonishing ease and advanced with a firm step directly into the solid stone structure. Naruto followed close behind, watching as his mother’s voluptuous body vanished through the wall as if passing through a curtain of water. The ex-shinobi took a step forward, and the surroundings changed instantly.

The cold, noisy air of the London station was replaced by a dense white vapor that smelled of coal, hot metal, and a pinch of sulfur. Before them stretched a platform completely packed with people dressed in robes of every color imaginable. Cats of different coats wandered between the crowd’s legs, owls hooted from their wicker cages, and the hubbub of hundreds of conversations created a constant echo under the wrought-iron roof. But what stood out most was the imposing scarlet red steam locomotive resting on the tracks, with a gleaming sign that read:Hogwarts Express, 11 o’clock.

—Wow, Naruto! Look at that train! It’s huge!— Goki exclaimed, her eyes wide open, marveling like a little girl at the spectacle.

However, Goki’s arrival at Platform 9¾ did not go unnoticed. In a place where most people wore loose, dark, traditional robes, the appearance of a 1.70-meter woman, with an exotic palm-tree mane and a bright orange martial arts uniform that criminally outlined her monumental breasts, her tiny waist, and her jaw-dropping curves, made an immediate impact.

The platform seemed to fall into a sudden, subtle silence in the area near the barrier. Elderly wizards dropped their scrolls; fathers saying goodbye to their children froze mid-sentence, their eyes completely bugged out and glued to the Saiyan’s imposing physique. Even some upper-year Hogwarts students, sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys, blushed violently upon contemplating the stunning beauty and the flat stomach with subtle abs hinted at beneath the tight fabric.

The suspicious glares from the witches of magical high society were not far behind. Ladies from purist families looked at her with absolute disdain, immediately assuming she was some kind of hybrid magical creature, perhaps a Veela who had abused body modifications, because no normal human woman could possess such a body without the help of the darkest magic or surgery. On the other hand, a group of Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, young girls who had already discovered their own inclinations, couldn’t take their eyes off Goki’s pronounced cleavage, devouring her with their gaze with obvious and sinful desire.

Goki, maintaining her unbreakable innocence, looked around and gave Naruto a gentle nudge.

—Wow, the people in the magical world are very attentive too. Everyone is staring at us. They must be really excited for your first day of school!— she said with total naturalness, letting out a singsong laugh that caused more than one nearby wizard’s heart to skip a beat.

Naruto preferred not to correct her. Instead, he let a minimal fraction of his Chakra flow almost imperceptibly, activating the Sharingan in his dark eyes for a millisecond, hidden beneath the bangs of his messy black hair. The subtle, icy mental pressure that swept the area sent a shiver down the spines of several of the most staring wizards, forcing them to look away from Goki with a sudden sense of dread they couldn’t explain.

—Yeah, that’s definitely why, Mom,— Naruto replied in a monotone, pushing the trolley toward the luggage car entrance again. —I better load my stuff before the train gets too full.

As they walked down the platform, Naruto couldn’t stop thinking about how much he would miss the tranquility of his home in Scotland. He would miss the morning hunts with Broly, the noisy meals with his eight siblings, and, above all, the intense hand-to-hand combat sessions with Kefla. She was the only one his age who could truly keep up with him thanks to her Saiyan lineage, and the idea of trading those fierce exchanges of blows for boring lectures on potions and transfigurations felt almost unbearable.

However, glancing sideways at Goki, who walked beside him humming a cheerful melody and watching over him with a love so immense it overflowed the platform, Naruto knew he would keep his word. He would try that damn school for a year. If magic turned out to be as ridiculous as he suspected, he would simply use the Hiraishin to return home mid-term or demand that Broly come pick him up.

They reached the door of one of the middle carriages. The train employees were already stowing the students’ trunks.

The sharp whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed loudly, vibrating the glass of the vapor-covered platform. It was barely five minutes to eleven in the morning. Around them, magical families hurried their final goodbyes, and straggling students ran, dragging their heavy trunks.

Naruto, demonstrating an absurd strength for an eleven-year-old boy, grabbed his massive trunk with one hand and lifted it effortlessly, placing it in the carriage’s luggage compartment. For a normal human, that trunk packed with heavy books would have been torture, but for a Saiyan and ex-shinobi hybrid carrying scrolls sealed with tons of dinosaur meat and training weights inside, it weighed the same as a feather.

Turning to his mother, he noticed the atmosphere had changed. The always cheerful and radiant Goki had her eyes cast down. Her deep, coal-dark eyes, usually sparkling with energy, were now trembling and glassy. Her lips formed a tender, pitiful pout.

Despite her immense power capable of making entire galaxies tremble, in that moment, Goki was just a mother about to watch one of her chicks leave for the first time into an unknown world.

—Mom...— Naruto began, taking a step toward her, knowing exactly what was coming.

—Waaaah, my baby!— Goki burst into loud, inconsolable crying, in the purest style of the exaggerated, comical tears that sometimes characterized her, but full of genuine, overwhelming love.

Without warning, the beautiful dark-haired woman lunged at him again. Naruto barely had time to tense his legs before being captured in a hug even stronger and more desperate than the last. Once again, his face disappeared entirely, burying deeply into Goki’s soft, warm, and monumental cleavage. His pale cheeks were mercilessly squished against his mother’s massive, firm breasts as she wrapped her strong, shapely arms around him, rocking him side to side as if he were an infant.

—My baby is leaving home! They grow up so fast!— Goki sobbed at the top of her lungs, burying her chin in Naruto’s messy black hair, not caring in the slightest that half the magical platform had turned to watch the spectacle. —Just yesterday you were barely learning to walk and throw your first Ki blasts, and now you’re off to study magic with humans in a castle!

For any eleven-year-old teenager, being treated like a nursing baby and smothered against his mother’s chest in front of hundreds of people would have been the ultimate social humiliation. But Naruto wasn’t a normal boy. Deep in his soul, he was a battle-hardened seventeen-year-old war veteran who, in his previous life, had known the most absolute emptiness, the scorn of an entire village, and the icy loneliness of having no one waiting for him at home.

That was why, as he felt Goki’s tears fall on his head and was mildly smothered between the overwhelming and voluptuous anatomy of the woman who gave him life, the ex-shinobi simply closed his eyes and relaxed, hugging her back by her slim waist.

«I’ll always be her baby», Naruto thought, a warmth expanding in his chest, drowning out any trace of embarrassment.«It doesn’t matter if I grow up, it doesn’t matter if I’m strong enough to destroy this dimension... in her eyes, I’ll always be her little boy. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in this or any other world».

The witches and wizards present watched the scene divided. Some parents looked with sympathy at the evident maternal anguish of that “foreigner,” while a large part of the male audience remained petrified, hypnotized by how Goki’s agitated crying made her voluptuous and massive breasts bounce in a way that defied all sanity and magical decency.

Finally, Naruto managed to peel his face away just enough to breathe and speak, though without pulling away from the hug.

—Mom, calm down, it’ll only be until winter break,— he said in a soft, comforting voice, rubbing Goki’s back. —The months will fly by. I promise I’ll use my clones... er, I mean, I’ll send letters with the owl whenever I can. And I’ll train every day, I won’t let Kefla surpass me while I’m gone.

Goki sobbed, wiping the thick tears from her pale skin with the back of her hand, smudging her orange dogi a little. She gave her son a watery but radiant smile.

—Do you promise? You’ll train hard and eat well?

—I promise, dattebayo,— Naruto nodded, using his old catchphrase with a bright smile.

—And don’t forget to brush your teeth! And if a giant monster attacks the castle, don’t hesitate to punch it really hard!— Goki added, returning to her usual energetic tone, switching from sadness to warrior excitement in an instant.

—All aboard! Last call!— shouted the conductor, ringing a brass bell.

Naruto slowly separated from his mother. He looked at her one last time, burning the image of that innocent and loving goddess into his mind, and nimbly climbed the carriage steps.

The train gave a sharp jolt, releasing a cloud of thick white steam, and began to move slowly down the tracks. Naruto ran down the carriage aisle until he found a clear window, pulled it down, and leaned out.

—Bye, Mom! Say hi to Dad and my brothers for me!— he yelled, waving his hand.

On the platform, Goki started running alongside the train, her heavy boots echoing on the stone. She waved both arms with overflowing enthusiasm, hopping slightly with each step.

—Goodbye, my beautiful baby! We love yoooou! Kick lots of butts!— she screamed at the top of her lungs in her trademark singsong voice.

Every time Goki jumped to wave goodbye, her voluptuous body demanded all the attention: her massive breasts bounced vigorously under the tight fabric, and the sway of her wide hips left any spectator breathless. Naruto could swear, thanks to his acute senses, that at least three elderly wizards suffered subtle nosebleeds watching the exuberant Saiyan say goodbye in such an energetic way.

The train accelerated, leaving Platform 9¾ behind and entering the dark tunnel that would take them away from London. Naruto kept looking out the window until his mother’s figure, with her palm-tree hair and bright orange suit, completely disappeared in the distance.

He let out a long sigh, feeling the noisy peace of his family being left behind. Closing the window, he walked down the narrow corridor in search of an empty compartment. As his body assimilated the rhythmic clattering of the train, Naruto closed his eyes for a second, letting his Chakra flow smoothly through his veins, stabilizing his emotions.

«Alright then, magical world», he thought, opening his coal-dark eyes, which flashed with a faint, dangerous reddish tint for a split second.«Let’s see what you’re made of. You better not bore me, or I’m heading home».

He slid open the door of a compartment at the end of the carriage, ready to begin this strange stage of his new life.

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Goki stood there, motionless on the edge of Platform 9¾, her arm still raised in the air. Her deep, coal-dark eyes didn’t blink until the last carriage of the Hogwarts Express was swallowed entirely by the darkness of the tunnel, leaving behind only a metallic echo and a thick cloud of coal-scented smoke.

Slowly, she lowered her arm. The bustle of King’s Cross Station continued around her, with magical parents wiping away the odd tear and younger children whining because they also wanted to go to school. However, to the imposing Saiyan, the world suddenly felt strangely silent.

A solitary tear, crystalline and heavy, slid down her immaculate pale complexion.

«My baby...»Goki thought, feeling a tight knot in her throat.

Around her, the prying eyes had not ceased. Some lingering wizards were still spellbound, staring at the statuesque and sinful figure of the dark-haired woman. With every trembling breath Goki took to hold back her crying, her massive, firm breasts rose and fell beneath the fabric of the orange dogi, creating a hypnotic spectacle that kept more than one spectator on the verge of collapse. But, true to her immense innocence and naivety, Goki didn’t even register those perverted stares or the envious murmurs of the witches. Her warrior mind and heart were entirely focused on the void her son’s departure had just left.

Feeling that if she stayed a second longer among those humans she was going to burst out bawling at the top of her lungs again, Goki closed her eyes. She raised her right hand and placed her index and middle fingers on her forehead.

She extended her senses beyond the bustling city of London, beyond the valleys and rivers, searching for that colossal, warm, and familiar energy signature that was her anchor in that universe. It didn’t take even a second to find it: a monstrous, calm, and comforting Ki pulsing in the distant mountains of Scotland.

With a soft popping sound that displaced the air around her, Goki vanished instantly from the station, leaving a dozen wizards and witches blinking in disbelief, rubbing their eyes as they saw how that woman with the body of a goddess had disappeared into thin air without using magical Apparition or Floo powder, raising only a gust of wind that fluttered their heavy robes.

In a fraction of a second, the smell of coal and the city was replaced by the scent of fresh pine, dew, and damp earth. Goki appeared right at the entrance of her enormous, rustic house in the Scottish highlands, a semi-remote area hidden from any human or magical radar.

The change in atmosphere was drastic. From the backyard, tiny sonic booms and muffled shouts could be heard: surely Gohan was supervising Goten and Romanesco’s training, while Furensō was probably meditating or pestering her younger brothers. The place brimmed with life, but when Goki pushed the wooden door and stepped into the immense kitchen, the silence hit her full force.

She walked slowly through the main living room. She passed the massive dining table, designed specifically to withstand the onslaught of eleven Saiyan stomachs. Her eyes lingered on the empty chair where Naruto sat every morning. She saw a small fifty-kilo training weight abandoned in a corner, one her son used to use to warm up his ankles before breakfast.

That was when Goki couldn’t take it anymore.

A sharp, painful lurch in her heart stopped her dead in her tracks. Her knees trembled slightly and she hugged herself, pressing her arms against her flat stomach and unknowingly pushing up her colossal breasts, in an instinctive gesture seeking comfort.

Tears escaped her beautiful dark eyes, falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. She cried silently, feeling an overwhelming nostalgia. It was absurd, anyone would think; she had eight other children scattered across the property, the house would never truly be empty. But to Goki’s pure and maternal instinct, her pack was incomplete. One of her pups was missing. She was missing her little messy-haired boy who always looked at her with such maturity but never denied her a hug. She was missing her baby.

She dropped into one of the chairs, resting her elbows on the table and hiding her face in her hands, sobbing softly.

«The house feels so big and empty now...»she thought between hiccups, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.«Naruto won’t be here for dinner, or for breakfast tomorrow. Who’s going to ask me to cook giant dinosaur ramen now?»

She stayed there for several minutes, letting the maternal release run its course. However, as the tears began to dry, Goki’s simple, direct, and marvelously instinctive mind started looking for a solution to ease that ache in her chest. If a baby was missing from the house and that made her so sad... the Saiyan math in her head was quite simple.

Her cheeks, damp with tears, flushed a furious crimson.

She looked up, gazing at the window that faced outside. Her thoughts immediately flew to Broly. Her heart raced, but this time not from nostalgia, but from a deep, primal beat.

She imagined her imposing and attractive husband. She thought of that 2.13-meter tall colossus, of his messy spiked black hair, his dark eyes, and that semi-tanned skin that contrasted so marvelously with hers. She thought of Broly’s steel muscles, of his massive arms that could lift mountains but held her with such delicacy. And, due to her unfiltered nature and a mind so pure it bordered on shamelessness in intimacy, her mind drifted toward much more... private details.

She remembered how extremely well-endowed her husband was—that massive member and those enormous testicles, all smooth and hairless—attributes that fit perfectly with her own voluptuous and resilient body. She remembered how he made her feel, how their immense power mixed in a clash of passion that often ended up breaking the bed or even the walls of their bedroom.

A pleasant and intense heat began to pool in her lower belly. Goki bit her lower lip, wiping away her last tear with a silly, bright smile beginning to peek out on her face.

«If the house feels empty without Naruto... then we just need to fill it up again!»she concluded in her mind, with an overwhelming logic that only she could find perfect.

The lurch of sadness in her heart was quickly replaced by an overwhelming desire and a sparkling excitement. Having Naruto far away hurt, yes, but she had just found the perfect excuse for something she loved almost as much as eating and training.

—I know!— Goki exclaimed aloud to herself, leaping to her feet with renewed energy, making her massive front attributes bounce spectacularly. —I want another baby!

Her dark eyes shone with determination and innocent mischief. Just thinking about a new little black-haired boy running around the house, coupled with the wonderful “creation sessions” she’d have to undertake with Broly, completely evaporated her sadness.

Anxious and filled with a new mission, Goki turned toward the back hallway, focusing on her husband’s Ki.

Guided by the unmistakable and delicious aroma of roasted meat beginning to fill the halls of the massive house, Goki walked toward the outdoor kitchen area. Despite the spark of excitement her new idea had ignited, the reality of Naruto’s departure still throbbed in her chest. Her beautiful coal-dark eyes glazed over again, and new, fresh, silent tears began to slide down her immaculate pale complexion, leaving little wet trails on her cheeks.

Crossing the stone archway that led to the immense backyard, she found him.

Broly had his back turned, focused on the titanic task of preparing lunch for his large and hungry family. The colossal thirty-five-year-old Saiyan was a sight to behold. With his imposing 2.13 meters of height, his body was a mountain of perfectly sculpted, thick, and defined muscles that tensed beneath his tight grey t-shirt with every movement. His messy, wild, spiked black hair moved slightly in the breeze of the Scottish mountains. His semi-tanned skin glistened with a fine layer of sweat caused by the heat of the gigantic stone grill where an entire Triceratops roasted on a spit, which Broly manipulated with one hand as if it were a simple roast chicken.

He was attractive, powerful, and exuded a savage masculinity that always managed to make Goki’s heart race, even after so many years of marriage.

—Broly...— Goki called out.

Her voice, normally singsong and full of energy, came out as a broken whisper. A slight sob escaped her lips, and she hugged herself, causing her massive, firm breasts to rise and press closer together under the fabric of her orange dogi.

Despite the crackling fire and the sound of nearby waterfalls, the giant’s sharp ears caught the sound instantly. Broly let go of the immense iron spit, leaving it wedged in the stone, and turned with a speed imperceptible to the human eye. Seeing his beloved wife’s tear-soaked face, his serene, focused expression instantly transformed into one of deep concern.

In a blink, Broly crossed the distance separating them.

"Kakaroko...” murmured the massive warrior, using the Saiyan name that only he (and Vegeta) used. His voice was deep, gravelly, and filled with a tenderness he reserved exclusively for her. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you in the city?”

His immense, calloused hands, capable of pulverizing meteorites, cradled Goki’s face with extreme delicacy. With his thumbs, he gently wiped away the fresh tears falling down the dark-haired woman’s pale cheeks.

Goki shook her head, closing her eyes at her husband’s comforting touch, and closed the distance to bury her face in Broly’s massive chest. The size contrast was evident: Goki’s 1.70-meter figure, with her slim waist and wide hips, fit perfectly against the broad, muscular torso of the 2.13-meter colossus.

—N-no, no one hurt me,— Goki hiccuped, clutching Broly’s t-shirt. —It’s just... I left our baby on that human train. I saw him leave, Broly. And when I came back, the house felt so big... so empty. It gave me a really ugly lurch right here inside.

Broly let out a long, understanding sigh. He wrapped his enormous arms around his wife’s voluptuous body, pulling her to him to envelop her in a warm, protective embrace. He rested his chin on Goki’s palm-tree hair, stroking her back softly.

—It’s only for a few months, Kakaroko,— Broly comforted her, his chest vibrating against Goki’s face as he spoke. —Naruto is strong. He’s our son. He’ll be fine, and before you know it, he’ll be right here demanding you cook for him and asking me to train. You don’t have to get like this.

—I know...— Goki murmured against his chest, rubbing her nose. Then, she looked up. Her dark eyes, still reddened from crying, met her husband’s. But the sadness in her gaze began to give way to that innocent, determined, and slightly mischievous gleam Broly knew so well. —But I couldn’t help thinking... that one of our pups is missing. I miss having a tiny baby in the house.

Broly blinked, processing his wife’s words. He looked at Goki’s beautiful face, then subtly lowered his gaze to the monumental attributes pressing against his abdomen, and finally back to her eyes.

—Toma is barely a year old, Kakaroko. He’s still a baby,— the giant pointed out logically.

—But he’s already walking and almost knows how to fly!— Goki retorted, making a tender pout that completely melted the fierce warrior’s defenses. —Broly... I was thinking. If the house feels empty without Naruto, and I’m so sad...

Goki stepped closer, pressing her voluptuous, statuesque body against Broly’s solid musculature. She raised her hands and placed them on her husband’s broad shoulders, rising slightly on her tiptoes. Her natural innocence prevented her from feeling any shame about what she was about to ask.

—I want another baby, Broly,— she declared in a clear, firm voice, flashing a radiant smile that erased any trace of sadness from her face. —I want us to make another baby!

The massive Saiyan fell silent for a few seconds, assimilating his wife’s unshakable logic. Goki was so pure that her solutions to matters of the heart were usually incredibly direct and primal. And Broly, being the devoted and deeply passionate husband he was, would never deny his beloved Kakaroko anything. Especially when her request entailed hours of wild pleasure and unbridled passion.

A slow, attractive smile laden with a burning promise formed on Broly’s semi-tanned face. His dark eyes darkened even more, gleaming with anticipation.

—If that’s what my Kakaroko wants...— murmured Broly, sliding his large hands down Goki’s back to firmly grasp her wide hips, feeling the soft and sinful curve of her enormous rear. —Then it is my duty as your husband to make sure you are no longer sad.

—Yes!— celebrated Goki, laughing with that singsong voice that filled the place with light, wrapping her arms around Broly’s thick neck. —You’re the best, Broly. I knew you’d understand!

Broly didn’t waste another second. With the same ease with which he would have lifted a feather, he hoisted his voluptuous wife up, making Goki instinctively wrap her shapely legs around his narrow waist.

—And what about lunch?— Goki asked, blinking innocently as Broly began walking with large, quick strides toward the inside of the house, straight for their massive, reinforced master bedroom.

—Gohan can watch the meat,— Broly growled with a voice heavy with deep desire. —We have... a more urgent matter to attend to. Much more urgent.

Goki let out a happy, excited giggle, burying her face in her husband’s neck. The tears over Naruto’s departure were already a distant memory. Now, her Saiyan goddess body vibrated with anticipation for the hours of fierce fun ahead, ready to fill their home once again with life, love, and, very soon, a new baby’s cry.

End of Chapter 1

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Omake 1

(Scotland, two years before the Hogwarts letter.)

The dense forest surrounding the family’s property in the remote Scottish Highlands was the perfect place to get lost. The ancient trees, with their trunks as thick as titanium columns and intertwined crowns, formed a natural canopy that filtered the afternoon sunlight, plunging the forest floor into a peaceful, greenish twilight. There was no trace of human civilization; no wizards, no Muggles, just the sound of the wind caressing the leaves and the distant roar of a waterfall.

In the middle of a hidden clearing, several kilometers away from the noisy house where his siblings ran and played, stood Naruto.

At nine years old, the reincarnated ex-shinobi possessed a physique that betrayed his extraterrestrial heritage, even if it was contained within the frame of a child. His pale skin glistened slightly with a thin layer of sweat, while his messy, spiked black hair swayed with the unnatural breeze he himself was generating. He wore a black and orange training dogi, a subtle mix of the colors he used to wear in his past life and the traditional uniform of his current family. His coal-dark eyes were closed in a state of deep concentration.

Naruto took a deep breath, letting the cold forest air fill his lungs.

«Rotation. Power. Containment», he mentally recited, the old words of his late, perverted master, Jiraiya, echoing in his mind like a comforting resonance.

In his previous life, learning this technique had cost him blood, sweat, tears, and the constant use of shadow clones to stabilize the energy. But the rules of the game had drastically changed. He now inhabited the body of a pure Saiyan, a warrior race born for combat, with a physical endurance absurdly superior to that of any human, be they shinobi or wizard. Furthermore, Kami-sama had granted him a divine gift for his sacrifice: literally infinite Chakra reserves and a perfect affinity to mold it.

Naruto raised his right hand, his palm open to the sky. He didn’t need a clone. Not anymore.

“Concentrate...” he muttered to himself in the silence of the clearing.

He let a minuscule fraction of his Chakra flow. Immediately, a spark of sapphire-blue light sprang to life in the center of his small palm. Unlike a normal nine-year-old child, Naruto’s energy network was a bottomless ocean, and the real challenge wasn’t generating the power, but containing it so as not to accidentally blow up half a mountain and alert his father, Broly, who would surely come to investigate the commotion.

The high-pitched, screeching sound of energy clashing against itself began to fill the air. It was like the buzzing of a thousand angry wasps, a characteristic noise that brought a wave of nostalgia that tightened his chest. The blue sphere began to form, rotating at dizzying speeds. The winds in the clearing swirled, tearing dry leaves from the ground and making them spin around the small figure of the dark-haired boy.

However, Naruto frowned.

«It’s not enough. The density is wrong. My Saiyan body generates energy too violently; the Ki wants to mix with the Chakra», he analyzed with the mind of a seventeen-year-old war veteran trapped in the body of a child.

He gritted his teeth and forced the energy to compress. The veins in his right arm and his pale skin bulged slightly under the immense pressure. The glow of the sphere became blinding, illuminating the shadows of the forest with an electric blue hue. The sound went from a buzz to a deafening howl that made the ground vibrate beneath his feet.

"Rasengan!" Naruto exclaimed, snapping his coal-dark eyes open.

In the palm of his hand rested a perfect sphere of rotating Chakra. But it wasn’t the ordinary Rasengan he used to use when he was a Genin in Konoha. Due to the sheer compression of his infinite Chakra and the natural raw power of his Saiyan vessel, the sphere wasn’t the size of a grapefruit, but almost the size of a soccer ball, radiating a gravitational pressure that cracked the earth around him with a dull crunch. The air smelled of ozone and pure energy burning.

Naruto offered a small, proud smile, feeling the weight of his own creation. He felt no pain in his hand; the skin, reinforced by the genetics of his race, withstood the extreme friction without a single scratch.

He fixed his gaze on his target: a gigantic cliff of solid rock on the other side of the clearing, at least thirty meters high and composed of the hardest granite in the region.

In a burst of speed that far surpassed the Shunshin of any elite ANBU from his old village, Naruto disappeared from his spot, leaving a small crater beneath his boots. He reappeared in mid-air, mere centimeters from the cliff, his right arm drawn back and the blue sphere buzzing with destructive fury.

“Let’s see what you’re made of now, old technique!” he shouted, slamming the massive spinning sphere directly against the stone wall.

The impact didn’t produce an immediate explosion, but rather an unrelenting drill. The Rasengan began to devour the rock, crushing it and turning it into fine dust instantly. The sound was deafening, like the roar of a metallic dragon. Seconds later, the accumulated tension of the spinning energy detonated.

BOOOOOOOM!

A titanic shockwave swept through the clearing. Dozens of ancient trees were uprooted and thrown through the air as if they were toothpicks. A curtain of smoke, dust, and debris rose towards the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

Naruto landed softly on the intact ground, several meters away, coughing slightly as he waved a hand to clear the dust. When the cloud settled, the ex-shinobi let out an impressed whistle.

The cliff didn’t just have a crater; the entire mountain had been pierced through. A perfect, circular hole, at least ten meters in diameter, ran through the solid rock from side to side, revealing the sky on the other side of the mountain formation. The edges of the stone were glowing red hot, crystallized by the monstrous friction of the impact.

“Oof... I went a bit overboard with the compression,” Naruto muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous smile. “If Kakashi-sensei saw this, he’d pass out.”

He looked at his hand, completely uninjured, and then looked toward the forest. The solitude of the clearing no longer hurt him like it used to. In his old life, after perfecting a technique, he often found himself alone, celebrating in silence under the moonlight, hoping that someone, someday, would acknowledge his effort.

But now, his sharp ears caught a rumble in the distance, coming from the house. Then, he felt a monstrous Ki signature approaching at hypersonic speeds, followed by another immense, singsong energy.

«Naruto! Was that loud crash you? Tell me you didn’t kill the Tyrannosaurus Rex for dinner!»the voice of his mother, Goki, echoed through telepathy, laden with a mix of maternal concern and a voracious appetite.

Naruto let out a clean, crystalline laugh, one that echoed across the devastated clearing. He hurried to dust off his clothes, preparing to make up an excuse.

«I’m fine, Mom! I was just practicing a new... uh... Ki rotation technique!»he replied mentally, grinning from ear to ear.

«How exciting! You have to show it to me before dinner! Broly is almost done roasting the meat, hurry back, my baby!»Goki replied, her voice radiating an unconditional and pure love that wrapped around Naruto’s heart like a warm blanket.

“I’m coming home...” Naruto whispered to the wind, turning his back on the shattered cliff.

With a gentle leap that lifted him above the treetops, the nine-year-old boy flew off toward the home where his gigantic father was preparing a prehistoric feast, and his beautiful, innocent mother awaited him with open arms. The power of the past was still with him, but for the first time in both lives, Naruto felt he had a future worth fighting for, and above all, a family to protect with that power.

End of Omake 1