The sun bled gold over the horizon as Choji opened his eyes in the unfamiliar realm. A vast stone landscape spread beneath his feet—mountain peaks painted in burning oranges and deep purples, like the world itself was holding its breath. Strange clouds swirled around majestic peaks, yet everything felt strangely… warm. Not in temperature—but in presence.
He blinked slowly, feeling the solid weight of the ground, the gentle warmth through his sandals. There was power here. Not chakra—older, denser, like a whisper from a dream long past.
A rumble echoed through the mountains.
Then, a shape emerged from the mist. Leaping from crag to crag, a figure spun through the sky, staff twirling with impossible grace. Golden fur shimmered like sunlight, and the wind bent away from his aura. He landed hard, stone cracking beneath him, yet smiled wide and free.
A tall, humanoid monkey stood before Choji, dressed in weathered crimson robes. His golden eyes glinted with fire and recognition.
"You've come," the monkey said, voice proud and deep, as if he had waited centuries. "I felt it. The will. The Haki."
Choji, still recovering from the rush of the summoning, blinked. "You… are the summon?"
The monkey gave a short bow. "I am Son Wukong. The real Monkey King. The title passed hands many times, but I—" He thumped his chest with a fist wrapped in bands of flame. "I was born from the sun itself. You, boy… you carry a presence I have not felt in eons."
Choji steadied his breath. "You said Haki."
Wukong nodded. "Yes. And it is strong in you. The first moment I felt your Haki… it was like a lightning bolt through my soul. That will. That pressure. The same pressure I felt when I touched his journal."
Choji's eyes widened. "His?"
"I know you've been wondering," Wukong said gently, eyes narrowing with deep respect. "Are you his descendant? You ask that—many would. But no. Monkey D. Luffy had no children."
A breath caught in Choji's chest.
"But," Wukong continued, stepping closer, "those who carry his will… they are his true family. His nakama. He believed in freedom, in heart, in an unbreakable bond. That—that is what I felt in you. I knew, when you awakened your Haki and stood tall, not for yourself, but for those you protect—that you were his will, reborn."
Choji's body trembled. His Haki surged faintly, a ripple of pressure circling outward. Wukong didn't flinch. He smiled.
"You carry it with pride."
Choji stepped forward, voice low and cracking. "How do you know Luffy?"
"I did not," Wukong said solemnly. "Not in the flesh. When he died… the world changed. The Devil Fruits disappeared. Haki faded to stories—echoes of a bygone age. I was nothing more than a monkey once. But… one day, deep in the forgotten jungles of the old world, I came across a scorched leather journal. Its pages smelled like salt and fire."
He closed his eyes. "I don't know whose it was. Perhaps a crewmate. Perhaps a historian. But it radiated Haki. When I touched it, my soul—my being—evolved. I didn't just read about Haki. I awakened. That power purified me. Lifted me. Gave me thought and voice and memory. The words said…"
He looked into Choji's eyes.
"He who stirs the world again with will unconquered,
Shall walk the path of the sun reborn.
If your knees tremble, it is not from fear—
But from the call of your Captain's soul."
"That was the prophecy," Wukong whispered. "And when I felt your Haki—your exact Haki—I knew. My Captain had returned."
Choji's fists clenched at his sides. His heart pounded. It wasn't just memories. It was something deeper. Something eternal.
"So you accepted me?" Choji asked.
"I bowed," Wukong said proudly, and did so again. "You carry the will of the Sun. You are my King, whether in this life or the next. Even if you say your name is Choji—I will follow you as Luffy-dono's spirit reborn."
Choji swallowed thickly. "I'm not Luffy. I'm… I'm me."
"Then you are Choji," Wukong said, rising again. "And that name will shake the heavens. Luffy-dono never asked for worship. He inspired loyalty. You did not come here seeking power—you came because your heart reached out. That's all I need."
Choji's eyes welled, but he blinked them back. "You… really think that was his journal?"
Wukong nodded. "The author didn't say. But the last page… was blank. Except for these words: 'Carry the flag, wherever the wind takes you.'"
Choji smiled through the emotion. "I'd like to carry that flag."
Wukong grinned. "Then you'll need a crew."
Choji laughed softly.
"Come," Wukong said, stepping aside. A stone platform behind him pulsed with golden markings. "Your name, on the contract. Sign it, and you become part of the Monkey Clan. The real one. Not just Enma's lot—they're warriors. But we are the light behind the storm. Fewer. Stronger. Born of the sun."
Choji walked toward it. On the scroll, names gleamed—Sarutobi Hiruzen. Sarutobi Asuma. A legacy of fire. And now…
He dipped the brush and wrote in bold, proud strokes.
Akimichi Choji.
As the ink settled, Wukong clapped his hands. "It is done."
A moment of silence followed. Then Choji turned to the great monkey once more. "Why was this scroll in the Sarutobi Clan?"
Wukong smirked. "I founded that pact long ago. Passed the title of Monkey King down through summons. Enma was the first—my finest warrior. His son Raigo carries the legacy well. But I was always separate. Watching. Waiting. My foolish descendant must've put this in the wrong place again."
He chuckled, then added, "If you'd like, I can have the pact separated. Start a new one, with just you."
Choji shook his head. "No. We're family now."
Wukong's smile widened. "It is an honor Captain."
Choji grinned, heart light with something he hadn't felt since the day his memories awakened—belonging.
"How do I go back?" he asked.
Wukong spun his staff with flair. "That's easy."
With a flourish, he slammed it into the ground. "Summoning Return!"
A poof of golden mist consumed them both.
Scene Shift: A Different Summit
When Naruto opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the view. Endless snowy peaks stretched toward a clear, deep blue sky. The ground beneath him was soft with fresh powder, but he felt… warm.
Not just physically—but in spirit.
The air was calm and still. A few white birds flew across the open sky. The silence wasn't empty. It was comforting.
He stood alone, but it didn't feel lonely.
"This… this is kinda nice," he muttered.
Despite the cold landscape, the warmth inside him was unmistakable. Something about this place… it didn't push him away. It welcomed him.
He looked around, eyes wide. "Where am I?"
Then he heard it.
A low, melodic call—almost like a chant—carried by the wind.
Naruto turned toward it, feeling pulled by something he couldn't explain. Whatever lay beyond the next ridge, he knew it wasn't danger. It was a place he was meant to find.
He stepped forward, the snow crunching gently beneath his sandals, his heart calm.
[chapter end.....]
sorry for no chapter yesterday my mail id was hacked so I was recovering imp stuff also this whole what summon they both should have took a lot of time this might have some mistake some might not like but give it try. Also guys please give power stones too!! small request XD