Anime Crossover: You're actually a dragon in all the worlds!

"Hmm, it seems I should treat Naruto better from now on."

Listening to everyone around him, Minato Namikaze grasped Naruto's hand and said...

"Let's go, Naruto, let's go home."

"Go...home?" Naruto's eyes lit up instantly. Was he...finally someone with a home?

“Yes, let’s go home.” Minato Namikaze nodded. In his hand was a package containing all his former assets and the key to his old house. From now on, Naruto… would no longer have to live a hard life.

"By the way, Naruto, the Chunin Exams are coming up. One Shadow Clone Jutsu isn't enough for you. What kind of ninjutsu do you want to learn?"

"Ninjutsu? Dad, can you teach me powerful ninjutsu?"

"Of course, Flying Thunder God Technique is a bit difficult, but Rasengan and Summoning Jutsu are no problem."

"Great!!!"

At that moment, Naruto happily followed Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki away from there. He felt the warmth of home.

...............

"Jiraiya...it seems you're about to lose your job."

Seeing this, Lin Ye couldn't help but complain. After all, Minato Namikaze was far more proficient than Jiraiya in summoning techniques, sage techniques, and the Rasengan.

However, Lin Ye wasn't particularly envious. After all, he already knew the Rasengan, and as for the Flying Thunder God Technique... did he really need the Flying Thunder God Technique with his Kamui Mangekyou Sharingan?

Having read this far, Lin Ye stopped reading and focused his attention on the book in front of him. He then closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

At this moment, in the sky above this world, an airplane is approaching this place, and on the airplane, an old man with gray hair is sitting upright in his seat, his eyes fixed on a small suitcase beside him.

Alan Smith, a man known as the world's strongest assassin, is still very agile despite his advanced age.

Looking at the box in his hand, the old man took a deep breath. "This is the last mission. Once I complete this mission, my career as an assassin will be over."

Alan Smith, that's his new alias. As for his real name? He'd forgotten it himself. After all, as a professional assassin, he changes his name almost every week, and this time was no exception.

"Collect all seven Dragon Balls? Isn't the organization giving me too much credit? Although I'm known as the world's strongest assassin, I'm still just the strongest among ordinary people. Competing for the Dragon Balls will definitely involve encountering monster-like beings. But it's okay, this is the last time. Once I complete this mission, I can officially retire."

Smith thought to himself, then realized the plane had landed smoothly. It was a good thing Lin Ye wasn't there; otherwise, Lin Ye would have definitely shaken his hand and congratulated him.

In the anime, he was supposed to be killed by rocket fire on his way to Japan today, and then be reincarnated by a goddess into another world as a man named Lugotuhat.

It seems that the organization spared his life because of the Dragon Balls. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith, unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death, arrived at a secluded hotel with his suitcase.

He silently sat on the bed in the room, and then took out a Dragon Ball with three stars on it from the box.

"This...is this the Dragon Ball?"

The moment he grasped the Dragon Ball, he felt a surge of information enter his mind, and instantly, he clearly sensed the locations of the other six 473 Dragon Balls.

"Have all the Dragon Balls gathered in this city? Although the Dragon Balls can sense the opponent's location, my location will definitely be exposed, right? Honestly, this is not a good thing for an assassin."

The old man said this, and then began to arrange things around the room. However, he had barely finished arranging things when a crisp knock sounded on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Who? What is it?" the old man asked directly.

As the old man's voice faded, a pleasant, gentle voice rang out from outside the door.

"Room service, room cleaning, could you please open the door?"

"Room service?" The old man sensed the Dragon Ball and, although he was certain there was no Dragon Ball aura around, he still cautiously said, "No need, come back tomorrow."

"Is that so? But... I have other work tomorrow, so..."

"I'm already asleep, it's not convenient for me."

"Well... alright. Well... sorry to bother you." The gentle voice said that and then fell silent, but the old man didn't hear any footsteps leaving!

At that moment, a strong sense of crisis made him react instantly!

"not good!".

Chapter 108 Spy Playing House, Joel Blair

boom!

Suddenly, a loud roar erupted, and the hotel door in front of them shattered instantly! At the same time, flames were still rushing towards Mr. Smith's body!

However, the old man suddenly kicked the bed upright with a flying kick, then crouched down and hid behind the bed.

boom!

The hotel was of good quality; the aftershocks of the explosion did not destroy the sturdy bed, and Mr. Smith behind the bed was unharmed.

Immediately afterwards, the old man heard light footsteps approaching him, and in an instant, he determined the exact location of the other party!

"it's here!"

brush!

The old man drew his Tokarev pistol from his pocket, rolled to the side, and moved away from his previous position, pointing the pistol at the figure in front of him.

However, just as he raised his hand, a golden light flew right past his eyes!

boom!

The gun he had just drawn instantly turned into fragments on the ground, and at that moment, Mr. Smith finally saw the figure in front of him clearly.

"Huh? It's such a young girl?"

Smith looked at the figure in front of him. It was an incredibly beautiful black-haired girl. The well-fitting dress she wore accentuated her stunning figure. Her face was exquisite. Even the well-traveled old man rarely saw such a beautiful girl.

At that moment, she held a golden, half-meter-long steel needle in each of her hands. The old man could tell that it was this steel needle that had just destroyed his gun.

Looking at the elderly Mr. Smith before her, the beautiful young woman bowed slightly and said...

"You must be Senior Smith. My name is Joel Claire, or you can call me by my code name 'Princess Thorns'."

“Giving your name to just anyone is a major taboo for an assassin,” Smith said, looking at the girl in front of him.

"Oh? Is that so? I'm sorry, I just felt it would be impolite not to introduce myself," Joel said softly, as if she had come here not to kill, but to chat.

"I know your reputation and strength, but the organization's mission for me is to obtain the Dragon Ball from you, so... could you please hand over the Dragon Ball to me?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Smith looked at Joel in front of him, and in that instant, he also understood the other party's information.

Snapped!

The next second, Smith pulled out another Makarov pistol from his pocket! However, the moment Smith drew his pistol, Joel pounced on him!

Within ten meters, a gun is faster; within five meters, a person is faster!

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, the two figures clashed repeatedly in the cramped room! Unfortunately, youth has its advantages, and after seven or eight rounds, Joel delivered a high kick that sent the pistol flying high into the air from Smith's hand!

"My gun!" Smith shouted and tried to leap up to grab the pistol, but Joel was faster. She had already snatched the gun and pointed it at the old man in front of her.

"I'm sorry, senior."

Then, Joel pulled the trigger, but the expected scene of a bullet leaving the barrel did not occur at all!

"The gun is empty!"

Joel realized what was happening, but unfortunately, old man Smith reacted even faster. "Young man, you still lack experience."

brush!

The old man closed in immediately, and then his fist was aimed at Joel's heart, a single blow that was meant to kill! With his strength, one strike would have been enough to finish off this seemingly ordinary woman; however, Joel's reaction speed surpassed his!

She placed one hand directly on her chest, and with a thud, Joel staggered back several steps, her arm hanging limply. The blow, though not fatal, was enough to dislocate Joel's arm.

However, Joel didn't react much; she calmly looked at Smith in front of her.

"I have witnessed your skill, senior."

Unfortunately, Smith had no intention of answering Joel's question. In an instant, he leaped off the windowsill! This was a second-floor window seat, overlooking the hotel. Clearly, this was a spot Smith had chosen long ago.

Smith leaped down, his body disappearing into the night sky, leaving behind only the distant echo of his voice.

"The young man is very capable, but unfortunately, he still lacks experience."

Along with this sound, a bright light burst forth from a corner!

There's a bomb!

Joel, realizing what was happening, immediately jumped out of the window. Her body was incredibly agile, and her movements were even faster than Smith's!

Clearly, in terms of combat power alone, she is definitely stronger than Smith. Unfortunately, her experience is still far behind that of her opponent.

The moment Joel stepped out of the room, boom! Flames engulfed the entire room, and in the alley, a disheveled Joel stared blankly at the destroyed second floor, saying...

"...Did I...fail?"

Smith has disappeared, and to pursue him again, we need to use the Dragon Balls to locate him. However, it is clear that Joel does not carry any Dragon Balls with him.

brush!

At that moment, an 86 with the name Fujiwara written on it pulled up in front of Yoel. Then, a young man looked at Yoel blankly and asked...

"Miss, what are you doing..." He had just finished delivering tofu when this girl stopped his car, gave him 1 yuan, and made him drive around in circles nearby.

He agreed, hoping to earn some pocket money.

"It's nothing, I was just affected by the gas explosion." Joel nodded to the boy, then reached under the car and pulled out an unidentified object wrapped in a bunch of adhesive tape.

Seeing that the thing was still there, Joel breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, miss, do you need me to take you to the hospital? I'm a pretty good driver."

"No need, thank you." Joel said, turning and leaving immediately. Having the Dragon Balls by his side wasn't truly safe. As for chasing Smith?

If a single attack fails, one must flee a great distance—this is a basic skill for an assassin. At least for now, she needs to find another opportunity.

"Is the first Dragon Ball this troublesome? I wonder when we'll be able to complete the organization's mission."

Stealing the Dragon Balls is no easy task, Guan.

Chapter 109 Tang Keke's First Stage Performance

"Was there another gas explosion yesterday?"

"Pah! You actually believe such a lame excuse? I certainly don't."

"If you ask me, it's definitely because of the Dragon Balls. After all, if it's a disaster, the target will definitely be humans."

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. After all, we haven't heard of any classmates having Dragon Balls this time."

Listening to the group's discussion, Lin Ye, who was resting in his seat, nodded silently. "The Dragon Ball battle has started again. I wonder who will get the Dragon Balls this time."

Lin Ye didn't seem to notice anything, but one person reacted completely differently—that person was Rin Tohsaka. At that moment, Rin was writing something on a piece of paper. Seeing Lin Ye lean in, she quickly covered the paper with her hand and said to him...

"What...are you looking at?"

"What am I looking at? Just browsing, just browsing."

"Don't look at these things. There are some things you'll never do any good if you know them." Rin Tohsaka moved the paper aside, then tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Looking at Rin Tohsaka's mysterious demeanor, Lin Ye could guess with his toes that it was related to the Holy Grail War. However, Lin Ye didn't care; he had things to do tonight.

"Tang Keke and the others' first performance is tonight. I wonder if Gokuraku Jodo will still be popular in this world."

After all, oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, while those grown north of it are bitter oranges. He couldn't guarantee anything, but he figured he should be able to handle a competition of this scale without any problems.

With that in mind, Lin Ye packed his things and headed towards the agreed-upon location.

The arena was already packed with people, but that didn't bother Lin Ye. With a light touch of his toes, he flew into the arena.

At that moment, he could clearly hear the discussions of the audience around him.

"Tonight should be very interesting. I wonder who will win first place."

"Is there any doubt about that? It's definitely the intense heat of the sun."

"Blazing heat! They actually have blazing heat! Will they participate in a competition of this scale?"

"The sun is blazing and the heat is intense! That's why I came here."