Starting with Naruto, I'll become stronger through my own efforts.

Speaking of gains, Hokage Xia Zuo was delighted: "Of course there were additional gains. We got our hands on the Mangekyou Sharingan, as well as Hashirama cells, Itachi, Shisui, Obito, and the flesh and blood of White Zetsu."

"My next goal is to fuse the Sharingan bloodline limit with Hashirama's version of Wood Release."

Tenma Xiazuo asked, "Does the plan not include space-time ninjutsu, such as the Flying Thunder God Technique?"

Hokage Xia Zuo shook his head and said, "My appearance this time has shocked the Third Hokage too much. It's not good to openly plot against forbidden techniques afterward."

"Otherwise, I can't live like this if he's always watching me."

"So I plan to work on my bloodline limit, hoping that the Sharingan's bloodline limit will bring me a surprise."

Finally, Xingji Xiazuo asked, "Is there any plan for Shisui's eyes?"

Hokage Natsusa smiled sheepishly: "Yes, after all, it's Kotoamatsukami. I trust Uchiha Shisui's character, but I don't really trust his intellect. It's impossible not to take some measures to restrict him."

The Xiazuo members all breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, everyone felt that Hokage Natsume's handling of the situation was correct, and that Shimura Danzo had already been dealt with. They could simply seize another opportunity to make the Third Hokage exit the stage.

As for Itachi Uchiha and Obito Uchiha, we can take down those two guys as long as we capture Sasuke Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake.

It's only a matter of time.

……

In the world of One Piece, at a port in the East Blue.

Xia Zuo suddenly jumped out of bed in the captain's cabin, quickly washed his face, and then called the sailors to get up and set sail towards the rising sun.

Xia Zuo stood at the bow of the ship, holding huge dumbbells in both hands, working out his deltoids and biceps.

"Come on, come on! We're all Xia Zuo! Hokage Xia Zuo has already achieved great success, I can't fall behind!"

"Navy! I'm joining the Navy right now!"

……

In the interstellar world, aboard the cruiser numbered West Sea 223, Xia Zuo, after regaining consciousness, slowly tidied his appearance and then put on his crisp lieutenant colonel uniform.

While adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, Lieutenant Colonel Xia Zuo realized that he had buttoned it wrong.

He couldn't help but laugh: "Ah~ I knew I was still too anxious."

"No wonder, Naruto and Natsume have already been deeply involved and made significant changes to the plot, while I'm still here waiting for my chance. It's really frustrating."

"War, war."

"Should I start a war myself?"

……

In the world of Bleach, at the Shinigami Academy of Spiritual Arts, Natsume awoke from a nap and let out a long sigh.

He has confirmed that none of his classmates have a strong character in the story, and half of the 13 captains he knows are not in their positions.

However, Aizen Sousuke, the most charismatic and iconic character in Bleach, has been the captain of the Fifth Division for ten years, so it can be inferred that there is still a hundred years before the plot unfolds.

A century may seem like a long time, but it's just a cycle of 50 dream returns. It's worrying whether we can get enough support from Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo could no longer rest. He picked up his sword and headed to the training ground, knowing that becoming stronger ultimately depended on his own efforts.

Practice, practice relentlessly.

Every effort you make now will be repaid tenfold or a hundredfold.

……

In the world of cultivation, the main peak of the Qingyan Sect, belonging to the lineage of the sect leader.

Fairy Jin Shunyao suddenly awoke from her meditation. She was startled to find that inspiration had once again erupted in her sea of ​​consciousness, and those restless pink thoughts were surging out like a tide.

Even she, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was overwhelmed with attention, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, and her heart was filled with excitement.

"Honestly, my desires have grown stronger year by year over the past sixty years. Could it be that there's something wrong with the cultivation method I've been practicing?"

"Ah, these inspirations are really interesting. They actually came up with the idea of ​​the flesh and blood of cultivators with the Five Elemental Bloodlines."

"Huh? This makes perfect sense. It can completely improve the cultivation techniques of the Wood Spirit in the 'True Explanation of the Five Elements Battle'."

"Hehe, I'm such a genius!"

The Heavenly Demon Xia Zuo floated in the fairy's sea of ​​consciousness, quietly watching the fairy's spiritual form within it, smiling as he continuously transmitted information from the Hokage Xia Zuo, as well as his own thoughts derived from Swift Release.

"Go for it, my dear fairy! My strength is partly due to you."

……

Marvel Universe, New York.

Xia Zuo woke up from his dream and heard the familiar alarm clock. He couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, it's time to go to work again."

He angrily slapped the alarm clock away, then struggled to escape the trap of slender arms and fair thighs, took a shower, and put on a shirt and jeans.

Before leaving, Xia Zuo thoughtfully left three stacks of US dollars. This was the consultation fee for the three psychiatrists who had treated him all night. They had worked so hard, so he had to give them double the tip.

He went downstairs, bought four hot dogs from a stall for breakfast, then started his newly bought Chevrolet Corvette and sped off to the police station.

As a time traveler, Xia Zuo is certainly not short of money.

Since 1992, his long-term investments in the stock market have never failed, and each stock he bought has earned him ten times the return within two or three years.

As he became wealthier, the role of the police officer gradually shifted from simply making a living to passing the time, maintaining relationships, and avoiding becoming disconnected from society.

The less Xia Zuo relied on work for his livelihood, the more he realized he loved being a police officer.

So despite his complaints, he was never late for work.

Arriving at the police station, I changed into my uniform, took my equipment, collected my bullets from the equipment room, and then drove the police station's patrol car.

Officer Shazo Dawson is on patrol.

Xia Zuo's police car is very distinctive. A string of small Chinese lanterns hangs on the rearview mirrors on both sides of the car door. The red lanterns and gold lantern tassels are very eye-catching and can be distinguished from a distance.

When the thugs in Hell's Kitchen saw the festive police car, they immediately knew that it was New York's number one marksman, magazine-emptying maniac, vacation enthusiast, and lightning-fast officer, Shazo Dawson, on patrol.

So the laundry detergent vendor put the plastic bag into his inner pocket, and the tobacco vendor stuffed the paper package into his backpack, and they quickly left Officer Xia Zuo's patrol area.

Officer Xia Zuo hates these guys the most. If they are seen and don't leave, they'll be in big trouble.

Meanwhile, the thieves who broke into doors and locks, the pimps, the arms dealers, and the security guards all smiled and raised their hands to indicate that they were not secretly selling laundry detergent or tobacco leaves.

Today was another peaceful morning without any shootings.

Less than 300 meters from Hell's Kitchen, on the top floor of a skyscraper, newly minted business tycoon, philanthropist, and factory owner Wilson Grant Fiske stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the police car marked with lasers.

Mr. Wilson, with a massive body like a polar bear, gently stroked the golden head of his cane and remarked, "During the year I was recovering from my injuries, the New York Police Department really did produce a 'King of Hell's Kitchen'."

"They backed down without even using force? Are they still the most uncontrollable cockroaches and rats?"

Mr. Wilson's first secretary, television star Mary Alice Walker, came to the window with 64x military binoculars and carefully observed the policeman.

Mary asked with a coquettish laugh, "Boss, are you planning to talk to this officer, or let him 'commit suicide'?"