A boundless expanse of pristine white stretched to the horizon, unbroken by tree or stone. A soft wind stirred, carrying no scent but a distant hum of latent power. One by one, figures blinked awake on the unyielding ground, each coated in a thin film of frost that vanished under the warmth of their palms. None bore any memory of how they had arrived—only a faint echo of lives lived elsewhere, now drowned beneath a void.
Monkey D. Luffy sat up first, head swimming. He rubbed his jaw, stretching rubbery limbs in confusion. "Gum… gum-gum?" he muttered, trying to recall why his body felt so stretchy. A moment later, Roronoa Zoro awoke, swords at his side. His usual scowl softened into a frown of puzzlement. "Where the hell are we?"
Nearby, Naruto Uzumaki staggered to his feet, bright eyes scanning the nothingness. He clutched at an orange jacket that wasn't there; his memory of being Hokage, of Konoha, of his friends—everything was gone. Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha stood back-to-back, senses on high alert, weapons drawn but unrecognizable in their hands. Kakashi's Sharingan-blank gaze betrayed his own bewilderment.
Across the field, Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki rose in unison. Ichigo's sword felt weightless; Rukia's zanpakutō shimmered with untamed frost. Uryū Ishida's bow materialized in his grasp, arrows coalescing from nothing. Renji Abarai gripped twin blades, red hair bristling. All of them felt the same: a yawning void where their memories should be, replaced by a latent pulse of power.
In the distance, figures gathered like drifting islands of identity: Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster and Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell and Happy—mages from a guild they could not name, instincts urging them toward one another. On the far edge, Goku and Vegeta stood apart, Saiyan pride flickering in their ki, though they could not recall past battles, only the thrill of latent strength. Bulma, adjusting an invisible visor, blinked at data streaming across her vision; Chi‑Chi's fists glowed with an unfamiliar heat. Gohan, Goten, and Trunks clustered together, their hair flickering in and out of super forms they could not name. Piccolo's cloak billowed, and he inhaled deeply, tasting the Shinsu-charged air.
At the very center of this gathering stood two anomalous figures. One was a tall youth—half-wings of angelic white, half-horns of demonic crimson—his eyes a mismatched pair of silver and ruby. He bore no weapons, yet his presence crackled with authority. Beside him coiled a massive dragon, scales shimmering sapphire and gold, wings folded but trembling as if eager to soar. Neither spoke, yet their very aura seemed to anchor the scattered souls.
The winged youth's eyes flickered with unreadable light. A voice, calm and resonant, echoed in every mind at once:
> "Welcome, chosen souls. You stand upon the Foundation Field. All memories of past worlds have been sealed—your destinies are blank. Yet within you lies power untold. Rise, and shape this world."
A wave of vertigo washed over the assembly, then subsided. Luffy blinked. "Did… someone just talk?" Zoro's hand twitched toward his swords. Naruto's whisker‑marks twitched in bewilderment.
A translucent interface materialized before the youth, lines of arcane text scrolling in an unknown script. He tapped his palm, and the runes shifted into a tongue they all somehow understood:
SYSTEM: "Reincarnation Event: Unity Protocol Alpha.
Participants: seventy‑two.
Memory Seal: Active.
Base Level: 1.
Distribute initial traits."
The youth—Davi, though no one yet knew his name—swiped through options. A second column appeared:
—Grant Trait: "Blank Potential"
—Distribute Skill: "Primal Instinct"
—Synchronize: All
He confirmed. A surge of warmth spread through every body as traits locked into place. Each soul felt a tether form between them—a blood bond beyond any prior life. Davi raised a hand, and the words "Ascension Node Unlocked" glowed in the air.
The dragon next to him—Rimaru—let out a low rumble that resonated in their chests. His eyes shone with ancient wisdom. Though none remembered his name, all recognized the primal authority of a dragon sovereign. He bowed his great head toward Davi, an unspoken pact forged.
Davi spoke again, voice carrying the gravity of a born leader: "You will awaken as blank slates, but you are not empty. Within you sleeps the sum of every world you've known. The Prism of Shinsu shall guide your growth. Survive. Evolve. Unite. Then, we will forge a nation strong enough to weather any storm."
A brilliant pillar of violet-and-gold light erupted from the ground, coalescing into a crystalline obelisk—the Shinsu Prism. Its facets shimmered with potential. As each person approached, they felt the Prism's resonance, an invitation to claim their path.
Luffy was first. He pressed a hand to the crystal; a cascade of rubbery energy infused his limbs. "Gum‑gum?" he grinned as his arms bulged. Zoro touched it next; his swords trembled and glowed, awakening a latent Asura form. Nami's staff materialized with a Shinsu charge; Usopp's slingshot sang with newfound accuracy; Sanji's legs ignited in violet flames; Chopper sprouted massive antlers of pure Shinsu; Robin's shadow petals bloomed; Franky's cyborg parts reconfigured into an armored exoskeleton; Brook's skeletal frame brimmed with icy aura.
From Dragon Ball's side, Vegeta's aura flared into a golden storm; Goku's hair flickered between black and silver; Bulma's visor projected Shinsu reactor schematics; Chi‑Chi's fists glowed with heavenly wrath; Gohan, Goten, and Trunks unleashed tiny but potent Kamehamehas; Piccolo's ki roiled like a thundercloud.
Bleach's champions tapped into reiatsu: Ichigo's blade crackled with violet reishi; Rukia's zanpakutō exuded frost; Uryū's spirit arrows flew on their own; Renji's hair blazed red with Shikai energy.
Naruto's chakra swirled into a golden fox‑shaped cloak; Sasuke's Sharingan reactivated, swirling crimson; Sakura's fists ignited with monstrous strength; Kakashi's eyes shimmered with dual Sharingan; they all felt the Nine Tails and Uchiha power slumbering within.
Fairy Tail's mages embraced elemental Shinsu: Natsu's fists ignited with dragonfire; Lucy's keys summoned celestial spirits; Gray's body crackled with ice; Erza's armor formed at will; Wendy's sky dragon magic danced on the breeze; Happy's wings sprouted for flight.
All around the Prism, the newly awakened felt themselves transformed—no longer level‑one wanderers, but fledgling sovereigns with a spark of divinity.
Davi surveyed the scene with a rare smile. "You are my blood—no matter what world you came from, your fates are intertwined now. Together, we will carve our dominion from this blank canvas." He gestured at the empty land. "Build. Cultivate. Protect. Each of you shall claim a domain suited to your strength."
Rimaru's roar shook the sky. "Name it!" he thundered.
A hush fell. Then Davi spoke the single word that would echo through every heart:
> "Shinsuhearth."
At once, the Prism flared, scattering motes of light that rained over the field. Wherever they touched, the ground bloomed with fertile soil and crystalline veins of Shinsu ore. Trees erupted from the earth, rivers carved their courses, and the first walls of a vast citadel shimmered into existence.
Bulma laughed in delight as she scanned emerging data: "A floating research spire here, energy conduits there—this is going to revolutionize Shinsu tech!" Vegeta cracked a rare grin. "Finally, a realm worthy of my strength." Natsu leapt into the air, flames trailing like fireworks. "Let's make it the strongest guild—nation ever!"
Naruto clasped Sasuke's shoulder. "We'll protect everyone here—just like a real Hokage." Sasuke nodded, Sharingan spinning. Sakura placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Together."
Ichigo and Rukia stood atop a cliff, gazing at the newborn land. "We'll watch the skies," Ichigo said. Rukia nodded, frost swirling around her blade.
Erza assembled an army of celestial and dragonkin, Franky designed golem automatons, Piccolo cultivated a jungle of giant flora, Chopper oversaw wildlife sanctuaries, and Usopp built fortifications that defied physics. Sanji and Gray opened taverns that served as strategic hubs. Gohan and Wendy founded academies of martial and magical arts.
By day's end, Shinsuhearth's capital—Genesis Bastion—stood complete: soaring towers of crystal and steel, battlements etched with draconic runes, Shinsu forges that glowed like molten stars. Banners bearing the twin emblems of angelic wings and demonic horns fluttered over every gate.
Davi and Rimaru ascended the highest spire. Below them, the seventy‑two sovereigns gathered in unison, fists and blades raised. The wind carried a chorus of cheers and roars.
Rimaru bowed his massive head to Davi. "Our blank slates have become legends."
Davi nodded, eyes shining. "And this is only the beginning. We are Shinsuhearth—together, unstoppable."
As the twin suns set over a land reborn, the prologue closed on a promise: from blank memories to boundless power, a family of champions had forged a nation that would stand for all time. The chapters ahead would tell of wars won, secrets unearthed, alliances forged—and the true test of what it meant to be rulers of Shinsuhearth.