Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The wasteland stretched endlessly before them, barren and lifeless. The sky above was overcast, casting a dull gray hue over the battlefield. It was the perfect stage for what was about to unfold.

Naruto, Shikamaru, and Harry faced Hidan and Kakuzu, the last remnants of the Akatsuki's current offensive. The moment was tense, but only for one side—Naruto and Harry had already decided how this battle would go.

Without hesitation, Harry plucked a Hiraishin kunai from Naruto's belt and chucked it lightly toward Hidan's surprised face.

"Here, use this."

Naruto grinned, catching it effortlessly before disappearing in a blur. The next instant—BOOM!

A shockwave tore through the battlefield.

Naruto didn't use any jutsu. No chakra-enhanced punch. Nothing but raw, pure strength.

Hidan barely had time to react before Naruto's fist connected with his gut—and suddenly, the so-called immortal became a shooting star, flying across the wasteland at speeds that made even Kakuzu flinch.

Shikamaru's eyes followed Hidan's trajectory before sighing. "Guess we're taking this fight elsewhere."

Naruto placed a hand on his shoulder. A flash of yellow light.

Gone.

Hidan crashed through trees, rock formations, and even a small mountain before tumbling across the dirt. He groaned, completely disoriented.

"WHAT THE FU—"

A shadow loomed over him.

Shikamaru stood there, arms crossed. Behind him, Naruto was cracking his knuckles.

"Alright, let's make this painful," Naruto said, rolling his shoulders.

For the first time in a long while, Hidan regretted being immortal.

Back in the wasteland, Kakuzu remained motionless, staring at Harry.

"You let them leave?" the stitched-up man asked.

Harry simply sat down, crossing his legs.

"You think I'm worried about a fight?" he said casually. "I'm just waiting for you to bore yourself to death."

Kakuzu gritted his teeth before letting loose his trump card. Four masked beasts erupted from his body, each one pulsing with elemental chakra. Fire. Wind. Water. Earth. Lightning.

A monstrous sight.

Yet, Harry barely moved.

Instead, five clones materialized around him.

Each clone radiated a different energy:

🔥 Fire Clone🌪️ Wind Clone💧 Water Clone⛰️ Earth Clone⚡ Lightning Clone

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. "You countered me perfectly… just like that?"

Harry shrugged. "What can I say? I'm built different."

With a single command, his clones rushed forward.

What followed was a massacre.

Every element Kakuzu used was countered flawlessly. Fire was drowned in water. Wind was crushed by earth. Lightning was nullified by wind. It wasn't even a battle.

It was a dismantling.

Within minutes, all of Kakuzu's hearts were obliterated—except one.

Meanwhile, Hidan lay beaten and bloodied, unable to move.

Shikamaru towered over him, eyes dark. "This is where it ends."

Naruto grabbed Hidan's Jashin necklace and crushed it in his palm. "No more rituals, no more immortality bullshit."

Shikamaru pulled out an explosive tag and attached it to Hidan's chest.

"You can live forever in pieces," he muttered.

Naruto added in "From now on your new pronouns will be: Over Here, and Over there."

Naruto grabbed him and teleported away.

BOOM!

Hidan was buried beneath tons of earth and rubble.

He wouldn't be crawling out this time.

When Naruto and Shikamaru reappeared, Kakuzu was on his knees, gasping for breath.

Harry finally stood up.

He raised a single palm, and a sphere of pure blue energy materialized, surrounded by razor-sharp blades of wind and ice. The sheer presence of the jutsu made the air freeze, frost creeping along the ground.

Kakuzu's eyes widened. "What… what the hell is that?"

Harry's voice was calm, divine, yet filled with finality.

"Ice Storm Release: Rasenshuriken."

He threw it.

Time seemed to slow. The attack howled like a blizzard, spinning wildly before engulfing Kakuzu completely.

The moment it touched him—everything froze.

Kakuzu's last heart stopped. His entire body turned to ice, his expression forever locked in fear.

Then—CRACK.

His frozen form shattered into a million pieces.

It was over.

Shikamaru exhaled, looking down at the scattered remains of Kakuzu.

"That was… excessive."

Harry smirked. "Nah, it was poetic."

Naruto stretched, yawning. "Well, that's another two down. What's next?"

The three warriors stood there, gazing at the cold, broken battlefield.

Harry glanced toward the horizon. "Next? We clean up the rest of the Akatsuki."

AN: How did y'all like this way of handling this fight?