Throne of the Ghost Emperor (Danny Phantom X Naruto)

The night had already begun to stretch its limits when Danny finally spotted something—an anomaly on the empty road below. A car, seemingly alone, cruised down the road that led out of the town. The headlights pierced the darkness, a beacon for something that didn't belong in the quiet hours. Danny's eyes narrowed as he saw the driver, a man in the car, and a wave of excitement and anger surged through him.

'There you are,' Danny thought, a deep instinctual feeling surging through him. The target he'd been searching for had appeared just when he thought the night was winding down. He didn't waste a moment—rushing toward the car with unmatched speed, intent on preventing the human from entering the vehicle and escaping.

But the ghost driver had sensed him, and without a moment's hesitation, it swerved the car away from Danny's path, its engine roaring to life. It wasn't interested in a fight—not yet. Danny, however, wasn't one to let something slip away so easily. He blasted the car with bolts of ghost energy, but they barely scratched the surface, barely even slowing it down.

With a grim expression, Danny summoned his anti-tank rifle, the weapon pulsing with a ghostly energy as it materialized in his hands. He took aim, but before he could fire, the car accelerated, taking to the sky, its tires screaming and sending a horrible, ghastly wail through the air. The sound sent a shiver of unease through his mind, clouding his concentration. His shot missed, the bullet streaking wide.

Then, in a cruel twist, the ghost car's tire collided with Danny's abdomen, sending him flying through the air, crashing into the ground with a sickening impact. Pain flared across his body, sharp and blinding, but he gritted his teeth, pushing through it. His body, already more resilient than it once was, could take the hit, but the pain was still intense.

As he stood, breathing heavily, he realized that long-range weapons wouldn't be enough. The car was too quick, too agile in the air for him to keep up. His mind raced for a solution, and instinctively, he called upon his ghostly powers. A magnetic shield appeared around him, a layer of energy that could absorb blows and shield him from further damage. In his other hand, he conjured his long sword, its blade shimmering with the same raw ghost energy that surged through his veins.

With both shield and sword, Danny felt free to engage in combat without fear of immediate injury. His sword crackled with energy as he slashed at the car, each strike making contact with the spectral vehicle, but each blow seemed to barely leave a mark. He cursed under his breath. It was stronger than he had anticipated, and he wasn't sure how much longer his attacks would hold up.

"That was my prey!" he shouted into the wind, his voice laced with fury. The ghost car didn't take kindly to his words, its energy flaring up as it retaliated, transforming its aggression into pure ghostly fury. The car's metallic body shifted, responding to the violence, as if it had become fully aware of the threat Danny posed.

With a growl, Danny lifted his sword high, focusing his energy into the blade. "That is a human, and you will pay for all the people you have killed!" Danny screamed, his fury giving his movements an edge. He surged forward, flying at full speed, narrowing his path as the car tried to avoid his strike.

But the ghost car was faster. As Danny swung his blade with all his might, it barely scratched the surface, just enough to cut across the car's roof before the vehicle sped away, evading his attack. The gap between them was closing, but the ghost car seemed to almost anticipate his every move.

Danny hesitated, realizing that it wasn't a matter of speed anymore. The only way to win was to turn the tables. His next move would have to be calculated. He dropped back a few feet, surrounded by the protective magnetic shield. Holding his sword in one hand, he carefully maneuvered his anti-tank rifle to the other side, ready to fire with a different strategy. His other hand grasped an automatic rifle, loaded and ready for rapid fire.

Then, Danny threw in another tactic—he created mist with ghost energy. As the mist enveloped the battlefield, it created the perfect cover for his next attack. The ghost car struggled to avoid the onslaught of bullets, the haze giving Danny an advantage.

The car tried to dodge, but Danny's quick reflexes led him to fire his anti-tank rifle, the shot ringing out and striking the back tire. The vehicle swerved, its trajectory forced off course for a moment. Danny watched as the car struggled to maintain control, but it quickly regained speed and retaliated.

The damage wasn't enough to stop the car. The ghost vehicle let out a horrifying scream, one that sent a chill down Danny's spine. It was enraged now—its mind clouded by fury. Without control, it rammed straight into Danny, but his shield held firm. He positioned his sword, slicing through the air as the car attempted to crush him beneath its weight.

Danny slashed again, but the car didn't relent. Finally, realizing the car's intent to escape, Danny pushed himself further away. The ghost car, now realizing how dangerous the situation had become, spun out of control before quickly disappearing into the night sky, vanishing with a speed Danny couldn't even track.

Danny stood there, his body exhausted, his energy reserves drained. The tension in his muscles eased as he landed softly on the ground, panting heavily. His heart raced, his mind reeling from the encounter.

"Damn, I can't believe this thing was so hard to fight," Danny muttered tiredly, looking up at the night sky where the car had disappeared. His energy was nearly depleted after the onslaught of bullets, his control over the shield, and his swordplay. He'd pushed himself to the edge. But he had won—for now.

There was no doubt that this fight had taken more from him than he had anticipated.

As Danny flew back home, the weight of his victory over the Ghost Car settled in. Despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease. The fight had been intense, but he knew it was only a fraction of the ghosts he would face. This particular one, though dangerous, was just a car. The driver hadn't even made a move yet, leaving Danny to wonder what kind of power it might possess.

"It was better than expected. But there are far worse ghosts out there," the voice of Naruto echoed in Danny's mind. "This was just a car. The driver still hasn't acted. Don't lower your guard."

Danny nodded as he took the advice to heart. He knew Naruto was right; there was always something more sinister lurking around the corner. His thoughts flickered back to the strange, ominous feeling he had when he saw the ghostly car disappear into the distance. It wasn't over yet.

"Regardless, you've done well for your first proper battle. Quick thinking, and you made good use of your abilities," Naruto continued, his tone lighter. "For that, you've earned your reward."

Danny's curiosity piqued as a sharp, intense sensation filled his eyes. His vision sharpened, and he could see farther than he ever had before—10 miles.

Danny blinked in disbelief as the details of the world around him became crystal clear, as if the distance between him and everything else had suddenly shrunk. It was as though his eyes had been upgraded, allowing him to scan vast areas in seconds. The world had opened up to him in a way that felt almost unreal.

"Wait a minute," Danny muttered under his breath. "Couldn't I have had this power earlier?"

Naruto's response came quickly, the voice echoing with a slight edge of finality. "No. You didn't have enough energy for something like this before. I only give you the gifts you've earned. Fight and fight some more if you want those upgrades."

Danny processed Naruto's words carefully. The weight of the last statement lingered in his mind. If he wanted more, he had to keep fighting. It was a stark reminder of what lay ahead—an endless battle.

Naruto, who had been silently gathering yin energy from the atmosphere and the ghosts Danny had fought, explained further. He wasn't using his own chakra for these upgrades. Doing so would drain his energy and shorten his own life. After all, Naruto had passed away at the peak of his strength. At that point, his power was enough to crush entire planets with a mere thought. Even a drop of that energy could overwhelm Danny's body and cause catastrophic results. Danny wasn't ready to wield that kind of power.

With a frustrated sigh, Danny muttered, "Damn, another night of this..." as he shot through the sky. The evening air rushed past him as he sped back home, his mind filled with thoughts of what else he might face and how far he'd come in such a short time. But his moment of reflection was interrupted by something unsettling—a faint, lingering feeling that he wasn't alone.

Someone had seen him.

From the ground below, hidden in the shadows, a figure watched Danny's flight with intense curiosity. The figure's eyes glowed faintly in the night, tracking the young ghost's every move. The air was thick with the promise of more danger, and Danny, unaware of the eyes upon him, continued his flight home.

Danny returned home after the night's events, his mind still buzzing with thoughts about the Ghost Car and the figure that had seemingly been watching him. As he opened his bedroom door, a sight both surprising and infuriating greeted him. Star was sprawled across his bed, her phone in hand as she typed away on WhatsApp. On his computer screen, she was streaming King of Monsters, a movie Danny considered sacred and would never dare to multitask during.

The scene struck a nerve.

"Blasphemy," Danny muttered under his breath. His eye twitched as he took in the audacity of Star's actions. Watching such a masterpiece while texting? It was enough to make him want to deliver an impassioned lecture on movie etiquette. 'Such uncultured behavior. This cannot stand. Soon, I'll educate her, or my name isn't Danny Fenton.'

Danny hesitated outside his room for a moment, gathering himself before stepping inside. He didn't want to explode immediately, even though the injustice of it all grated on him. When he entered, Star looked up and immediately shifted her attention from her phone.

"Danny! I haven't been waiting that long," she greeted him with mock innocence, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Were you not satisfied with us and decided to hit it up with some strangers?"

Danny sighed, already too drained to play her games. "I don't have time for such practices. What are you doing here?"

Before he could get another word in, Star leapt up and clung to him like a koala, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"Loverboy didn't even deny it. You're such a slut. Me likey," she teased, her tone playful but laced with mischief.

Danny glanced down at her, his patience thinning. "It's not that I don't enjoy this contact, but you haven't answered my question."

Star's eyes gleamed with amusement as she met his gaze. "Oh, hasn't your big brain deduced the situation yet? I thought you were the genius around here."

Danny narrowed his eyes at her, his tone growing firm. "Don't blame me for the result of this provocation."

Star smirked, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring. "I love fun challenges. Hyah!" she exclaimed dramatically.

Before she could react, Danny unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed. She let out a surprised laugh as he followed suit, pinning her in place.

"You need to learn your limits," Danny said, his tone calm but commanding. He remembered how she'd been sore earlier in the day and had only recovered because of the medicine he'd given her. She was pushing her luck, and he intended to remind her who was in control.

The night at the Fenton house stretched on, filled with muffled laughter, teasing, and the sounds of playful struggles. Unfortunately, the noise wasn't as contained as Danny thought. His parents, always alert for strange sounds due to their ghost-hunting paranoia, sprang into action, assuming an intruder—or worse, a ghost—had invaded.

Jazz, however, was the true casualty of the night. Her room was closest to Danny's, and the commotion left her unable to sleep.

As she stuffed a pillow over her head in a futile attempt to block out the noise, Jazz muttered angrily to herself, "You will pay for this, Danny Fenton. Mark my words."