A month had passed since Kakashi's clash with the Hulk at Culver University, and the Copy Ninja had slipped back into the shadows.
Now, lounging in his house in Hell's kitchen, New York, Kakashi sprawled on a worn couch as he faced the television screen.
The news blared, covering a press conference by Tony Stark, the billionaire genius recently returned from captivity in Afghanistan. .
"I've seen what my weapons do in the wrong hands," Stark said, his voice steady despite the chaos of flashing caras. "No more. Stark Industries is out of the weapons ga." He paused, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And one more thing—the truth is… I am Iron Man."
The room erupted, reporters shouting, but Kakashi's eyes crinkled, a dry chuckle escaping. 'Bold move, Stark. He just painted a target on his back.'
The declaration was audacious, reckless even, like Naruto announcing he'd beco Hokage mid-battle.
Kakashi grabbed his phone, pulling up articles on this "Iron Man." Images loaded—a sleek red-and-gold suit of armor, bristling with tech: repulsors blasting energy, missiles launching, jets propelling it through the sky.
'He pilots it from inside. Like Sasori hiding in his puppet shell, loaded with hidden weapons.' Kakashi thought
The comparison sparked a mory, one that made Kakashi sit up. 'Wait a second…'
Kakashi has been trying to rember where he had seen these weapons that the people of these world used, the guns, missiles, etc.
He finally rembered where he had seen these weapons in his own world. It was
the ability of the Asura Path, one of Nagato's Six Paths of Pain.
'That thing fired missiles from its hands, had a head-cannon for energy blasts, even turned its body into chainsaws.' Kakashi's mind raced.
'How did the Rinnegan tap into tech like this? Earth's tech, in another world out of this universe?'
The connection was unsettling, another layer to the mysteries piling up since he'd arrived—his persistent Sharingan, the Izanagi stone, the Shinto gods tied to his eyes.
He leaned back, exhaling. 'Still, That suit's impressive. Maybe I should try puppetry.'
Sasori had reveled in his art, crafting deadly masterpieces. 'With this world's tech and weaponry—a puppet army could be a powerhouse. Plus, it'd be fun.' Kakashi chuckled, imagining a chakra-infused puppet zipping around with repulsors. 'That would make Sasori who considered his art to be jealous.'
'With the Fuinjutsu seals that I have learned from Kamar Taj, I could built so really good puppets. Getting good weapons would be a issue but I can always get them from illegal weapon dealers.'
'I have not really practiced with chakra threads in a long ti. And it would not be easy as when I practiced with them when I was a kid. My chakra capacity has grown and is still growing. And it pains to think that my chakra control is not as good as it was. It's still better than most jonins but not up to my standard.'
'I would have to work on my chakra control and if I want to use a puppet with each of my fingers than my skill level with chakra threads needs to increase. Well and there is my non existent experience with puppetry. It would take a lot of ti to work on that too.'
'But it would be so much fun....to learn a new shinobi art.' Kakashi could not help but smile at that thought.
His phone pinged, snapping him out of his thoughts. A ssage from his rcenary handler: Bruce Banner escaped custody. General Ross requests Hound specifically to assist in recapture. High priority.
Kakashi shook his head, his eye crinkling with amusent. 'The army can't even keep a guy locked up? Pathetic.' But suspicion crept in. 'Ross has been sniffing around for all month but he has found nothing about yet. This slls like a trap to lure out.'
Kakashi wasn't about to walk into an ambush blind. He summoned Pakkun, the grizzled ninja dog appearing in a puff of smoke. "Yo, Pakkun, I need the pack to track Bruce Banner. Confirm if he's really loose or if Ross is playing gas to find ."
Pakkun scratched his ear, grumbling. "You owe a steak for this, boss. I'll get the pups on it." He vanished, relaying orders to the canine network.
Within hours, Pakkun returned, his pug face scrunched. "Banner's out, alright. Holed up with so scientist in Harlem. But Ross's boys are already moving in. You're late to the party."
Kakashi's eye widened. 'He's really out?' He donned his gear, his cloak billowing as he teleported to Harlem via Kamui.
He quickly arriving on a rooftop as he spotted an army convoy surrounding a lab, led by a fully healed Emil Blonsky.
'How's he back in action? A month's too fast for his recovery considering he was half dead the last ti I saw him.' Before he could intervene, soldiers stord the lab, dragging out a disheveled Banner. A helicopter lifted off, Ross and Banner aboard, heading downtown.
'Huh he did not transform into Hulk this ti. Well good for them. Let's just follow them for a good asure.'
Kakashi followed, using body flicker to keep pace.
But the chopper suddenly veered back toward Harlem, and Kakashi's instincts scread. Landing on a high-rise, he saw why—a monstrous creature, gray and spiked, was tearing through the streets, its roars rivaling the Hulk's.
'Another one?' His eye narrowed as Banner leaped from the chopper, transforming mid-air into the Hulk, crashing into the pavent to face the beast.
The gray monster bellowed, its voice distorted but human. "Banner! You can't stop ! I'm the Abomination!"
Kakashi had a wry smile under his mask 'Ross got his wish of more Hulks. Idiot.' The Hulk and Abomination collided, their blows shaking buildings, sending cars flying like toys.
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