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"Master Ancient One, what do you wish to discuss with my wife and me?"

Carl motioned for Wanda to prepare some tea while he graciously invited the Ancient One to take a seat on the living room sofa. His voice was calm, but his heart held a quiet tension.

The Ancient One, sensing the ripple of unease in Carl's aura, softened her expression and responded with a gentle, almost reassuring tone:

"Please, there's no need for concern. I only came to meet you both in person and extend an invitation—if you're interested—in joining Kamar-Taj."

As the Sorcerer Supreme and guardian of the Time Stone, the Ancient One often utilized the stone's vast temporal powers to observe fragments of the future. She understood better than anyone that the future is never singular. It's a web of endless probabilities, ever-shifting with each decision made and action taken. Even when she glimpsed future possibilities, they could subtly evolve the moment they were perceived.

Still, some constants stood out. In nearly every timeline she studied, a gifted neurosurgeon named Stephen Strange would one day become her apprentice and eventually take up her mantle as the next, and perhaps even greater, Sorcerer Supreme.

But that stability changed drastically four years ago.

Suddenly, the vast tree of timelines—once sprawling with a million subtle branches—mutated into something else entirely. The branching possibilities ballooned into the tens of millions. The single anomaly responsible for this unprecedented distortion?

A man named Carl Hudson living in Sokovia.

At first, the Ancient One merely observed, choosing not to intervene. Carl's existence didn't pose an immediate threat to Earth's cosmic equilibrium. And she wasn't one to tamper unnecessarily with fate. But she kept a close eye on him, and his influence only grew.

Then, just a year ago, she noticed something more alarming. The timeline shifts accelerated—first doubling, then tripling. With each new iteration, Carl's influence on the multiverse expanded. More troubling still, he had begun demonstrating signs of magical aptitude.

Kamar-Taj had long observed a tradition: whenever a new practitioner of mystic arts emerged, a representative would extend an invitation to join their ranks. This time, the anomaly warranted something more personal.

So, the Sorcerer Supreme herself came.

"Kamar-Taj?" Carl asked, his shoulders relaxing slightly now that it was clear her visit wasn't hostile.

By now, Wanda had returned with a tray and offered tea to both the guest and carl.She handed a cup to the Ancient One and placed another in Carl's hands before sitting beside him.

The Ancient One took a sip, nodding with sincere appreciation before explaining:

"Kamar-Taj is a sanctuary, a gathering place of mystics from across the globe. We exist to protect Earth from threats that originate beyond our reality—beings from other dimensions, ancient powers that seek to tear down the walls of existence. That is our purpose."

She spoke with calm clarity, then went on to describe Kamar-Taj's structure, its beliefs, and its history.

"I never imagined there were so many mages on Earth," Wanda said in amazement. She had long thought that she and Carl were unique in their magical talents. But it turned out they were part of a much larger tapestry—one that stretched across time, space, and dimension.

Carl turned his gaze to the Ancient One, his expression thoughtful. "Master Ancient One, if we choose not to join… are there consequences? And if we do accept, what obligations would we be expected to uphold? What... benefits would there be?"

Though he spoke respectfully, Carl's question was edged with caution. He had grown used to living on his own terms, and his journeys into other worlds—even his time spent within the small worlds of the Hidden Leaf Village or the newly Fantastic Beasts world—were dependent on him staying inconspicuous. If joining Kamar-Taj meant he couldn't freely use his powers, complete side quests, or access the small worlds that allowed him to train and grow stronger, he would think twice.

To his relief, the Ancient One smiled knowingly and shook her head.

"Kamar-Taj is a place of freedom, not constraint. You are not obligated to join, and I will not pressure you. Live your life however you wish, so long as your actions do not endanger this world.

If you do choose to join us, you would do so as allies, not as disciples. That means you retain your autonomy. You are not bound by Kamar-Taj's internal rules, nor required to reside within its walls.

When great crises arise and Kamar-Taj calls, we only ask that you lend your strength. That is all."

She set her teacup down gently before continuing.

"As for benefits… we have an extensive library containing centuries of magical knowledge, including texts you will find nowhere else. The exchange of magical insights is free and open among our practitioners. You would be welcome to learn and contribute as you see fit."

Carl nodded slowly, absorbing every word. He had heard of organizations that demanded absolute loyalty, even at the cost of individuality(Hands). This... was different. What the Ancient One offered was more of a partnership—a loose alliance rather than servitude.

Most importantly, he would still be free to pursue his side quests, gain access to the Naruto world, or the "Fantastic Beasts" universe.

He and Wanda shared a glance.

"Well then," Carl said with a faint smile, "Wanda and I would be honored to join Kamar-Taj."

Wanda nodded gently in agreement. "Wherever you lead, I follow," she said softly to Carl.

The Ancient One inclined her head. "Wise choice."

Of course, Carl had no intention of relying too heavily on Kamar-Taj's magic. Their brand of mysticism often depended on channeling power from ancient, otherworldly beings—demonic entities that existed in dimensions beyond Earth. For instance, casting the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak meant invoking Cyttorak's power. Calling upon the Winds of Watoomb meant borrowing Watoomb's might.

And for every spell cast, the energy borrowed must eventually be returned—except, of course, by the Ancient One herself, who had mastered the rare ability to siphon without repayment.

Carl preferred the safety and independence of his own training methods, particularly those developed within his private pocket dimension. There, he had forged his own style of magic—one that drew from the Power Pill and Military Ration Pill-enhanced systems of the Naruto world, combined with the subtle alchemy and rune-based enchantments he had begun to master from the Fantastic Beasts universe.

In fact, most mystical warriors in Kamar-Taj weren't pure spellcasters. They wielded enchanted relics and practiced martial combat infused with magical support. After all, it was impractical to cast spells continuously in battle—especially when one had to repay every ounce of power afterward.

Carl understood this. And now, he was one step closer to understanding the greater magical world—and maybe, shaping it in ways no one else had before.