Marvel: My Naruto System Altered into a Magic system

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Invincible: Science is Magic

I am Wally West

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In the outskirts of New York, where a vast forest stretched across acres, the echoes of fists meeting steel reverberated through the trees.

Bathed in the pale glow of the moon, Orchid stood firm, facing a group of his own shadow clones.

Brandishing his mana blade, he raised it slightly and gestured. "Come!"

At his signal, more than ten clones lunged toward him, blades in hand, their intent unmistakable. Their eyes gleamed crimson, each adorned with three spinning tomoe.

Orchid, however, had not activated his Sharingan. The reason was simple—he wanted to tip the balance in the clones' favor. While shadow clones shared his mana equally, their durability and physical strength were inferior. This self-imposed disadvantage allowed him to push himself further, compensating for the difference in strength.

In the blink of an eye, several clones charged at him, their blades raised high. Reacting swiftly, he blocked multiple attacks in rapid succession. Some strikes he dodged, while others landed, leaving shallow wounds.

Seizing the initiative, he lunged at one of the clones, slashing downward. His strike met resistance as the clone parried, but he pushed harder, forcing the clone backward with sheer strength.

The reprieve was short-lived. The remaining clones surged forward, their coordinated assault forcing him to leap back in retreat.

"Fighting this many clones is getting tricky," Orchid thought, his gaze fixed on the advancing figures. "Looks like it's time to step things up."

The clones clustered together—a perfect chance to strike. Planting his blade into the ground, he clasped his hands together, fingers forming seals at blinding speed. Completing the final hand sign, he inhaled deeply.

"Fire Style: Majestic Demolisher Flames!"

The words echoed in his mind as he unleashed a torrential wave of fire toward the clones. The blaze roared like a living entity, threatening to engulf everything in its path. Yet, the clones remained unshaken. Their Sharingan had already detected the buildup of magical energy, granting them the foresight to act.

Without hesitation, the twelve clones moved in unison.

"Water Style: Surging Sea!"

"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"

A massive torrent of water surged forth, the two techniques fusing seamlessly into a singular, overwhelming wave. The clash was instantaneous—a deafening explosion rocked the forest as the flames met the deluge. Water evaporated violently, turning into a dense cloud of steam that enveloped the battlefield.

Orchid anticipated this. Knowing the clones would counter his fire, he infused additional mana into his flames, compensating for the numerical disadvantage. Steam hissed and swirled, cloaking the area in an oppressive veil.

Amid the haze, crimson glints flashed intermittently. The clones' Sharingan spun furiously, overclocked as they tracked him with precision.

"If this drags on, I'll be at a disadvantage," Orchid thought, struggling to see through the thick mist. Recognizing the limits of his vision, he closed his eyes momentarily. When they reopened, his dark pupils had transformed into vibrant red orbs, three tomoe swirling ominously.

The change was immediate. The steam was no longer a hindrance. Movements within the haze became sharp, clear, and predictable. A grin tugged at his lips as confidence surged.

Three clones lunged toward him, blades gleaming as they attacked in perfect unison. Yet, Orchid had already seen through their intentions.

In a burst of speed, he darted forward, meeting them head-on. His kinetic visual prowess far exceeded theirs. With a swift, fluid motion of his mana blade, the three clones fell, dispersing into nothingness.

Their dissipating forms transferred their collective experience into his mind. Muscle memory sharpened, battle instincts refined, and his Taijutsu and Kenjutsu proficiency surged. It was an exhilarating sensation.

This was precisely why he had orchestrated this grueling exercise. It had been ongoing for some time, and the results were undeniable. His skills, his mastery over his abilities, and his understanding of combat had all reached new heights.

But now wasn't the time to rest. The remaining nine clones surged toward him in unison, their attacks a chaotic flurry of unpredictable movements. Jutsu were unleashed one after another, and even as he countered, several clones would already close the gap, pressing the assault.

Before he realized it, he was surrounded. Their trap had been flawlessly executed. His Sharingan spun furiously, analyzing the formation for weaknesses. The next moment, the clones began forming intricate hand signs, many of which incorporated sequences of seven.

In perfect synchronization, they unleashed their attack.

"Fire Style: Majestic Demolisher Flames ×9!"

A massive inferno erupted, surging toward Orchid from all angles, leaving no blind spots. From the ground to the treetops, he was completely engulfed. Having no other choice, he clasped his palms together.

"Adamantine Sealing Chains: Shield!"

Crimson chains erupted from his torso, coiling and spinning around him with rapid precision. In the blink of an eye, they encased him in an impenetrable barrier.

Boom! The attack connected, and the ground trembled under the force of the explosion. Shockwaves rippled outward, while the temperature of the forest spiked dramatically. If not for the non-combatant clones Orchid had stationed to contain the area, the devastating flames would have sparked a wildfire.

Within moments, the raging inferno was quelled before it could spread. Smoke billowed into the air as the clones remained on high alert, fully aware that victory was far from certain.

From the heart of the flames, Orchid emerged unscathed. His skin glowed red from the intense heat, but even that was rapidly healing. The minor cuts he had sustained were already closing, almost leaving no trace of injury.

"You guys are not bad at all," he said but didn't wait for any response.

He lunged at the nearest clone, bringing his blade down with ruthless efficiency.

Poof! The clone vanished in a cloud of smoke, replaced by a log. A flicker of surprise crossed Orchid's face, but he quickly refocused, leaping backward just as a fireball crashed into his previous position.

Before he could catch his breath, a flurry of projectiles—kunai and shuriken—cut through the air, colliding mid-flight and changing directions unpredictably. His Sharingan spun rapidly, pushing his kinetic visual prowess to the limit.

Two shuriken materialized in his left hand, and with precision, he hurled them into the air.

Clang! Clang! The thrown shuriken deflected several incoming projectiles, bouncing off each other and altering their trajectories, leaving him unharmed amid the assault.

As the clash of projectiles echoed, a shuriken darted toward Orchid from his flank. With a sharp sidestep, he dodged it but immediately swung his blade upward.

Clang! The "shuriken" revealed its true form—a clone disguised through one of the three fundamental body techniques. Orchid couldn't help but acknowledge its brilliance.

It was remarkable that such a simple technique, ranked as a D-level ninjutsu, had so much potential. Even the strongest warriors could be caught off guard by its deceptive power. He smirked, recalling when he had decided to purchase it, recognizing its value.

He gave the clone no breathing space. With a swift and decisive strike, the clone burst into smoke, defeated in an instant.

Two more shuriken appeared in his palms. He hurled them at the nearest clone, forcing it to either dodge or deflect with its blade. Whichever choice it made, it didn't matter.

Orchid was already upon the clone as it parried the attack. Before it could react, his strike landed cleanly. Poof—another clone was cleanly dispatched.

"Is this all you've got? None of you can even push me to my limit," Orchid taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. The remaining clones furrowed their brows in frustration, their expressions tight with anger.

"Charge!" they roared, rushing toward him with unrelenting fury. Attacks came from all sides, but Orchid was ready. In a whirlwind of acrobatic movements, he evaded their strikes, countering with precision. Though some attacks grazed him, the injuries were superficial—mere scratches that wouldn't hinder his combat effectiveness.

Amid the chaotic exchange, two more clones fell to his strikes. Suddenly, one of the remaining clones, driven by desperation, lunged at Orchid. He parried the attack, but the clone latched onto him with an iron grip.

"What?" Orchid's eyes widened in confusion until realization struck him—it was a suicide move.

The other four clones seized the opportunity, moving in perfect synchrony. Their hands blurred through a rapid sequence of seals, the motions completed in the blink of an eye.

"Fire Style: Majestic Demolisher Flames!"

The clones unleashed a torrent of flames at Orchid, who was momentarily delayed by the suicidal clone's grip. Dodging was no longer an option, and the attack was already too close for him to counter with another jutsu.

Boom! The flames struck him directly, a roaring explosion scorching the ground beneath. When the dust and heat subsided, a five-meter-wide crater remained where Orchid had stood moments before.

The clones stared intently at the crater, their breaths heavy with anticipation, wondering if their combined assault had been effective.

Then, without warning, another shadow clone burst into smoke with a soft poof. The realization hit them like a thunderclap—something was wrong.

Only then did they understand. "Genjutsu: Sharingan!"

"It's an illusion!" the three remaining clones gasped, their eyes widening in shock. With a quick mental analysis, they pieced together the grim truth: the Orchid they had attacked wasn't real. It had been a cleverly constructed illusory clone, one of the basic three body techniques, enhanced by a powerful genjutsu.

The Sharingan's genjutsu had manipulated their senses so flawlessly that they hadn't noticed any flaws in the illusory clone. Even their sense of touch had been deceived into believing the fake was real.

But when had it all started? The clones wracked their minds in frustration, unable to pinpoint the moment they had fallen under the illusion's sway.

As the clones glanced at the original, a small smile tugged at their faces. Despite the dire situation, they felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Watching the original progress so smoothly was exhilarating. After all, what could be more fulfilling than helping yourself grow stronger?

But they didn't let their emotions show. Now wasn't the time for pride or celebration—they were still in the middle of a battle. The fight had started with twenty clones, all relying solely on Taijutsu. They had been whittled down to twelve after which Kenjutsu was introduced. Now, only three remained.

Their odds of victory had plummeted, but they didn't despair. Instead, they studied the original with calculating eyes, formulating strategies to turn the tide. Yet deep down, they knew the truth. No matter what plan they devised, it would be futile. The original was simply too far ahead, improving with every clone he defeated.

Each loss only made him sharper, faster, and more precise. It was a losing battle—but one that filled them with pride nonetheless.

"Let's just get this over with," one of the clones said, their voice steady with resolve. The other two nodded in unison, preparing for a final stand.

"I was starting to wonder when you'd attack," Orchid remarked with a grin, his tone laced with confidence.

The clones ignored his taunt entirely, exchanging knowing glances instead. They would let the flow of battle guide them.

Whoosh! They darted toward Orchid at blinding speeds, too fast for the human eye to follow. Orchid lowered his center of gravity, his body poised and ready to react.

Several shuriken flew toward him, their trajectory oddly predictable. Suspicious, Orchid's eyes narrowed as he noticed the glint of ninja wires attached to the projectiles.

'So that's your plan,' he thought, amusement flickering across his face. Suddenly, the shuriken's paths shifted unnaturally, curving mid-air in an arc. Dozens of them rained down from above, forcing Orchid to retreat with a series of agile flips and rolls.

Once he was clear of the shuriken's range, his hands blurred through a set of seals. With a burst of chakra, he unleashed a stream of flames that disrupted the attack, scattering the shuriken to the ground with metallic clatters.

As he analyzed the situation, a sudden movement caught his eye. Crimson-red chains erupted from three directions, converging on him with deadly precision.

Orchid smirked, his confidence unwavering. "And victory is mine..." he murmured, preparing to turn the tables once more.