Hyoudou Issei was born a bastard—the unwanted result of a fleeting union between Gorou Hyoudou Chinoike and Izayoi Kaguya.

  Before his birth, his father dismissed him, deeming him unworthy of the blood he carried. Discarded and forgotten, Issei's existence was never even acknowledged.

  After giving birth, Izayoi turned her back on the shinobi world. She crossed over into what many called the "Second Earth"—a hidden yer of reality cloaked beneath the illusion of normalcy.

  At a gnce, it seemed mundane: people living ordinary lives, untouched by chakra or the chaos of shinobi wars. But beneath the surface, far more dangerous forces stirred.

  No one here molded chakra—but that wasn't the real threat.

  The true danger y with the beings who ruled from the shadows: yokai, dragons, angels, demons, gods—ancient powers who reigned with an iron grip over this hidden world.

  Izayoi settled in Japan, in a small, urban town called Kuoh, striving for a life of quiet normalcy while pregnant with Issei.

  Seven years passed since Izayoi brought Issei into this "normal" world.

  Now, under the hot afternoon sun, Issei was outside, sparring with his mother—training his taijutsu.

  A sharp kick to his stomach sent him flying across the backyard. He crashed into a tree with a heavy thud, slumping to the ground and gasping for air.

  Across the yard, Izayoi smirked as she lowered her fighting stance. In her hand gleamed a sharp bone, shaped like a dagger—an extension of her own body. With a subtle flex of her wrist, the bone bde retracted back into her forearm, vanishing as if it had never been there.

  Issei began to pout, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

  "Did you have to hit me that hard?" he grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance.

  The early morning sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the backyard.

  Izayoi wagged her finger at him, a stern expression on her face.

  "In battle, your opponent won't hold back," she said, offering him a hand.

  "Kaasan," Issei murmured, taking her hand.

  "Hmm? What is it, my little Issei?" she asked, her sternness melting into a gentle smile.

  "When will I awaken the Shikotsumyaku?" he asked, eyes filled with curiosity and hope.

  Izayoi's smile dimmed.

  "Well, sweetie... you might never awaken it," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Not everyone in our cn does. Only a select few are born with that gift. But as members of the main branch, we have a higher chance."

  "Oh..." Issei mumbled, disappointment sinking in.

  Izayoi ruffled his hair. "Cheer up, Issei! You don't need a kekkei genkai to become a splendid shinobi. Now, come on. I need to make breakfast, and you need to get ready for your first day at the academy."

  Issei frowned, dragging his feet toward the house. He didn't want to go to the shinobi academy. He wanted to attend a normal school, like Irina and Akeno did.

  They were his only real friends—he had known them since he was four.

  Besides, Issei was shy. Deep down, he felt insecure about meeting other shinobi children. He had never even set foot in the shinobi world before. Everything he knew came from his mother's stories. It all felt distant... strange.

  "Mom... can't I just stay here and go to school with Irina and Akeno? Do I really have to go to Konoha to become a ninja?" he asked, his voice small and pleading.

  Izayoi let out a long sigh. She pced a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder, kneeling so she could look him in the eyes.

  "Issei, we've talked about this," she said softly, her tone ced with a quiet gravity. "I want you to understand my world... You never know what might happen—to me, or to this pce. It's better if you build connections there while you can."

  Her gaze grew sharper. "You're also the st male heir of our cn. Making allies... preserving our bloodline... that matters."

  Issei's shoulders sagged.

  "Okay, Mom," he said, voice low.

  After breakfast and getting dressed, Issei stood by the front door as Izayoi stepped forward.

  With a breath of focus, she weaved a sequence of hand signs. Chakra sparked faintly around her fingers before she smmed her palm against the pin white door. In an instant, bck sealing marks spiraled outward from the point of contact, glowing faintly as symbols and kanji etched themselves into the surface.

  The simple white door darkened, draining into a matte, midnight bck. At its center, a new emblem carved itself into the wood: the symbol of the Hidden Leaf.

  Izayoi reached for the doorknob and paused.

  She took a slow, steadying breath.

  It had been years since she walked away from that world. A world soaked in blood, betrayal, and loss. She had left it behind—for herself, and for her son.

  But now...

  She was returning.

  Not as a kunoichi.

  But as a mother.

  A protector.

  This time, her son would walk the path of the shinobi.

  At least in Konoha, he would be trained. He would be watched. He would be safe.

  From him.

  That man couldn't touch them now. Not here. Not in the strongest hidden vilge in the world.

  Not under the Will of Fire.

  As the door creaked open, a rush of light and sound greeted them.

  Issei blinked, eyes wide in awe.

  Before them stretched a thriving vilge, alive with movement and color. Vendors called out from their stalls, selling everything from skewered meats to colorful fabrics. The air buzzed with life, the scent of dumplings and fresh ramen hanging heavy.

  But what caught Issei's eye the most were the shinobi—men and women in fk jackets, headbands gleaming, some strolling with ease, others moving with purpose.

  This was Konohagakure.

  The Vilge Hidden in the Leaves.

  The first shinobi vilge. Birthpce of legends. The stronghold of peace.

  And maybe... his new home.

  All eyes turned toward them, drawn by their foreign clothes. Issei shrank behind his mother.

  They kept walking. The stares followed.

  Whispers.

  Curious gnces.

  But Izayoi pressed forward, unfazed. Issei's nerves knotted tighter with every step.

  Eventually, they arrived at the Hokage building.

  Inside, Izayoi approached the front desk. A woman behind the counter looked up from her computer, studying them for a long moment.

  "Judging by your clothes, you must be the shinobi who crossed from the other world," she said, her tone professional. "The Hokage is expecting you. Follow me."

  Doing what the secretary said, the two went upstairs to meet the hokage.

  Arriving at the door of the Hokage's office, the small group paused. The secretary shinobi knocked a couple of times, the sound echoing faintly through the hallway. A few moments passed before an aged voice called from within.

  "Enter."

  The door creaked open.

  Mother and son stepped inside, their eyes falling upon the man seated behind the desk. He was old—his face marked with deep lines carved by time and war. Yet there was still a quiet strength in the way he held himself.

  This was Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage of Konohagakure. The Professor. The God of Shinobi.

  He looked up from a scroll, his gaze sharp and discerning as it nded on the unfamiliar pair. He studied them for a moment—measuring, weighing—before speaking.

  He had a face carved by time—wrinkled, stern... or was it simply weariness? It was hard to tell. His eyes lingered on the mother and her son, sharp and calcuting, as if trying to pierce through their silence and see what y beneath—deceit, or something worse.

  Issei's mother wasn't from Konoha. She had been raised and the nds of water, near Kirigakure. Even then, her cn had remained distant, unwilling to bow to the Mizukage's authority. Time and again, the vilge had tried to pull them into its fold, but the Kaguya would not be tamed. They trusted no one—not the system, not the shinobi world, and especially not Kirigakure.

  But trust wasn't the only issue. It was pride. Arrogance flowed through the Kaguya like blood through veins. To take orders from lesser men was beneath them. They were warriors, born for violence—battle-hardened, blood-soaked, and relentless. Like the Hyūga, they specialized in taijutsu, but the simirities stopped there. The Hyūga were refined, elegant. The Kaguya were brutal—fighting like demons unleashed. Unity wasn't in their nature. Submission was anathema. Vilges weren't homes—they were prisons.

  Yet not all Kaguya embraced savagery. A rare few despised the endless bloodshed—those who dreamed of change, of a future beyond carnage. They were the quiet ones, the hopeful ones... but they didn't st long. Banished, hunted, or executed outright. For the Kaguya, death was preferable to dishonor. And mercy? Mercy had long been forgotten.

  "Greetings! I'm Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Hokage of this vilge. And you must be the shinobi Jiraiya was talking about..." Hiruzen said, leaning back in his chair and taking a puff from his pipe.

  "Yes, my name is Izayoi Kaguya, and this is my son, Issei," said Izayoi, gently guiding her son to stand in front of the Hokage's desk beside her.

  The resembnce between mother and son was subtle. Issei took after Izayoi's father—his grandfather—in appearance, with sharp features and a quiet intensity. Yet in his demeanor, his posture and the way he held back, he mirrored his own father.

  Issei's hair was chestnut brown with streaks of red and white highlights, giving him a slightly pale appearance. His eyes, a rare purple hue, stood out against his olive-toned skin—an opposite contrast to his mother's fair complexion.

  The boy stood there shyly, his eyes wide with curiosity. Hiruzen smiled warmly, seeing only innocence in the child's expression. He couldn't help but be reminded of a certain jinchūriki he once knew.

  "Issei, introduce yourself, sweetie," Izayoi said softly, her smile gentle and reassuring.

  Issei hesitated for a moment, but at his mother's encouragement, he nodded his head and spoke softly. "H-hello, my name is Issei Kaguya."

  Hiruzen gave him a warm smile and said, "Nice to meet you, Issei-kun. So, tell me—why are you here?"

  Issei gnced back at his mother, who offered him an encouraging smile. Taking a steady breath, he turned to face the Hokage again, a serious look settling on his young face.

  "I want to be a shinobi," he said firmly. "Just like my mom. I want to get stronger—to protect the people who are close to me." said Issei proudly.

  Hiruzen smirked. "The Will of Fire burns within you. Even though you weren't born in this vilge, the philosophy of Konoha is already rooted in your heart." He turned toward the window, his gaze drifting outward. "Come here, young one."

  Following the old Hokage's instructions, Issei stepped forward and looked out the window. The view took his breath away—sunlight spilling over rooftops, vilgers bustling through the streets, ughter and life in every corner.

  "What do you see, Issei?" Hiruzen asked, his voice calm but firm.

  Issei stared for a moment, squinting as if trying to look deeper. "People," he said, with a hint of hesitation.

  Hiruzen smiled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "That's right. Civilians. Without them, there's no point in having a vilge at all. It's not just walls and shinobi that make Konoha—it's the people. They are the heart. And the future... lies with the next generation. With you, my boy."

  "The people," Issei repeated, his voice soft but thoughtful.

  Hiruzen smiled kindly. "Yes, as the Hokage, that's my job—to protect the people and this vilge, those who cannot protect themselves."

  He bent down to meet Issei's eyes, making sure to be at eye level with the boy. "Will you protect the people? Do you promise me that, as a shinobi?" Hiruzen asked, his voice carrying a weight of both challenge and expectation.

  Issei's eyes widened as he felt the weight of Hiruzen's words settle on his shoulders. For a moment, the seriousness in the Hokage's gaze made him pause. It was a simple question, but it carried so much more—a responsibility, a promise, a bond between the vilge and its protector.

  Issei straightened himself, looking up at the Hokage with determination in his eyes. He nodded slowly, then with a growing confidence in his voice, he spoke.

  "I promise, Hokage-sama. I'll protect the people. I'll become strong enough to defend this vilge and everyone in it," he decred, his voice firm.

  Hiruzen smiled warmly, pleased by the boy's resolve. "That's what I like to hear, Issei-kun. The Will of Fire burns in you."

  Issei felt a surge of warmth and motivation flood his chest. The Hokage's words had stirred something deep inside him, a sense of purpose and belonging that he hadn't realized he was missing. For the first time, the weight of becoming a shinobi felt like something he could carry.

  As the Hokage's secretary walked him toward the academy, Issei couldn't help but gnce up at the towering building before him. The giant school loomed ahead, its proud walls adorned with the Kanji for fire, a symbol of the vilge's strength and the enduring spirit of its people.

  His heart raced with excitement and nerves, but the familiar presence of the Hokage beside him helped ease his worries. His mother, Izayoi, was off testing for her jonin rank today, and he could already feel the pride swelling in him. His mother was someone he looked up to—a warrior who had never wavered in her strength or convictions.

  With a final gnce at the academy's gates, Issei stepped forward, ready to take the first step into his own journey as a shinobi. The path ahead was uncertain, but in that moment, he knew one thing for sure: he was ready to protect, to fight, and to forge his own destiny.

  Walking into the building, Issei could hear the voices of children, their ages ranging from six to thirteen. The halls buzzed with chatter, ughter, and footsteps echoing off the walls. He was so distracted by the noise and energy that he didn't notice the secretary calling out to him.

  "Issei!" the secretary excimed, waving her hand to get his attention.

  Startled, Issei quickly jogged over to the registration office. After meeting with the staff and the headmaster to complete his enrollment, he was handed his css number and a small amount of Ryo.

  "Here, your mother asked me to give this to you. It's your lunch money," the secretary said kindly.

  "Thanks, miss!" Issei replied with a bright smile.

  "Ayumi," she corrected gently. "And you're welcome, Issei. In your hand is your cssroom number. Just follow the signs—you'll find it."

  "Oh, okay! Thank you, Mrs. Ayumi!" said Issei as he began jogging down the hall.

  "No running! You don't want to slip and fall!" Ayumi called after him with a cheerful tone.

  Arriving at the cssroom, Issei gnced down at the paper in his hand, checking the homeroom number. His eyes shifted to the door in front of him—the numbers matched.

  "There it is," he whispered to himself, then raised his hand to knock.

  Before he could, a sudden burst of noise came from the other side—voices, ughter, and the sound of desks being moved.

  "Silence, css! Mizuki, can you finish passing out these assignments for me?" called a firm voice from inside.

  "Certainly," came the calm response of someone who must've been Mizuki.

  Opening up the door, Issei was greeted by a man with tan skin, who had a rge scar across his face. Brown hair was neatly in a ponytail.

  With a warm smile on his face, the man said. "Hello!? And you are, said Iruka, who was clueless that Issei was a transfer student.

  Slightly nervous, Issei steeled himself and handed Iruka the note. Reading over the content, Iruka smiled and gestured for Issei to come in.

  (A/NI couldn't find a picture of the filler arc featuring the Rookie 9 as kids.)

  Greeted by a mix of gnces and gres, Issei made his way to the front of the cssroom.

  With a serious expression, Iruka addressed the css. "Everyone, we have a new student today. This is Issei Kaguya. He comes from the Second Earth. I expect you all to treat him with respect, help him adjust, and make sure he stays caught up with the lessons."

  Gasps rippled through the room, followed by excited whispers.

  "No way! Second Earth? Where gods, dragons, and other supernatural creatures live?!"

  "Does he know about the supernatural world?"

  "He looks completely clueless..."

  The chatter grew louder as curiosity surged among the students. Some leaned in to get a better look at Issei, others buzzed with questions. But Iruka quickly cut through the noise.

  "Silence!" he barked. "Issei, you may take a seat anywhere."

  Looking around the room, Issei noticed the wary gnces still being thrown his way. Most of the kids kept their distance, their eyes filled with uncertainty and quiet judgment. Letting out a soft sigh, he made his way toward the back of the cssroom.

  As he lifted his head, his gaze nded on a boy with spiky blond hair. He sat alone, isoted from the others, a sad expression lingering on his face. He was quiet, his eyes distant, as if he was used to being ignored.

  It looks like he needed a friend.

  His purple eyes were the same color as Issei's, but they felt different—like a void. There was loneliness in them, a quiet, aching sadness, with no trace of warmth.

  And yet... there was something else. A glimmer of hope. A small spark that seemed to reach out to Issei, as if silently calling to him.

  Nervously, Issei asked,"Can I sit here?"

  The boy's eyes widened in surprise. Then, slowly, a smile broke across his face."Yeah!"

  Long ago, during the early days of the Warring States period—when vilges were newly formed and alliances still fragile—a veil was torn open. From beyond it, gods and other supernatural beings attempted to invade the shinobi world. For nearly a hundred years, war raged between these beings and the shinobi cns...

  This is the story of a boy blessed with two great powers—gifts not born of chance, but bestowed by the hand of God Himself.One, the legendary Boosted Gear, a sacred relic of unmatched might.The other, a divine inheritance—the blood of the Sage of Six Paths flowing through his veins.

  Together, these blessings would shape the fate of both worlds... and test the very soul of the one who bears them.

  This is story of the dragon Tyrant and Fox Tyrant

  Fem Ddraig and Fem Kuruma

  Hello, thanks for reading my Fanfic Highschool DxD X Naruto: Life of a shinobi.

  This fanfic won’t have any bashing, period. The pairings are gonna be different in this story, just giving y’all a heads-up.

  Still not 100% sure if I want Naruto to have a harem or not, but I do know who his main pairing is—it’s Fem Sasuke, who goes by Saiyuri in this fic.

  For Issei, his first Konoha girl is gonna be Hinata Hyuga.

  Originally, I was gonna make Naruto a girl, but I scrapped that idea. If you have questions about the story, just drop a comment. This setup is fina,l though.