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After an anomaly in space-time, Satoru Gojo finds himself in the world of Naruto, stripped of his modern comforts but still in full possession of his overwhelming power. Stuck in the Warring States Era, before the Hidden Villages were formed, he quickly makes a name for himself as the "White Demon," a force neither the Uchiha nor Senju can ignore.

As the years pass, Gojo's presence reshapes history. With his Limitless and Six Eyes, he challenges Madara, advises Hashirama, and confounds Tobirama. But when the world transitions to the Hidden Village system, he has a choice: remain an outsider, or finally pick a side.

However, something lurks beneath the surface of this world—an ancient force that recognizes Gojo's power and seeks to claim it. For the first time, Gojo may have met an enemy he can’t simply outclass.

The White Demon of Konoha

Gojo awoke to the rustling of the leaves and the scent of blood. The world around him was unfamiliar - towering trees, dense with life, stretched far above him. He wasn't in Tokyo anymore.

"Alright... where the hell am I?" he muttered,running his hand through his silver white hair.

His six eyes processed everything instantly.

The energy in the air wasn't cursed energy, yet it had a familiar potency. It was...thicker,

almost alive. A force he'd never encountered before.

The ground was littered with corpses. Men in crude armor, swords broken, eyes empty. The remains of a battle.

A groan pulled his attention to a dying warrior, his body trembling as he reached for a nearby sword. Gojo crouched down, observing the man's desperate attempt to fight for his last breath.

" Hey, buddy,relax. Your kinda dying," Gojo said casually.

The man spat blood, his eyes filled with hate,"You...Uchiha?"

The warrior's glare didn't fade. "Then...Senju...?

Gojo smirked. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but the names sounded important.

The man's body gave out, collapsing into the dirt. Gojo stood, dusting off his haori, starring at the battlefield before him.

A powerful presence flare behind him. Gojo turned, sensing a monstrous Chakra behind him before he even laid eyes on it's owner.

A tall man approached, clad in armor, dark hair falling past his shoulders. His face bore a kind smile, but his presence...It was overwhelming. Ancient,strong.

"I saw what you did," the man said. His voice

warm yet curious."You're not an Uchiha. Not Senju. And yet, you stand unarmed in a battle of death."

Gojo crossed his armed, "Well I'm built different."

The man chuckled. "I am Hashiram Senju. And you...are something else entirely."

Chapter 1: The Outsider