Time To go

The remaining selection went pretty fast under the anticipating eyes of Roberts and the anime characters that were summoned if brought together could make people like Madara flee for their life. This are the people Roberts drew

With Robert:

Iroh (From Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto (Bleach)

Shisui Timeline:

Shinra Kusakabe (Fire Force)

Sannin Timeline:

Endeavor (My Hero Academia)

Mereoleona Vermillion (Black Clover)

Hiruzen Timeline:

Yoriichi Tsugikuni (Demon Slayer)

"Looks like luck has not given up on you yet, Robert," The R.O.B.'s disembodied voice reverberated, layered with tones of what could almost be interpreted as admiration as it surveyed the assembled pantheon of heroes.

Its infinite presence swept over the gathered figures - Rengoku's fiery nobility, the ancient might of Iroh and Yamamoto, the youthful intensity blazing in Shinra and Endeavor, Mereoleona's overwhelming Vermillion monstrosity, the ethereal, peerless skill embodied by Yoriichi.

"Such an...extraordinary confluence of prowess even though they're holograms," the omnipotent entity continued, its words carrying notes of wonderment. "A fortuitous draw, to be certain. If properly guided, this clan's synergized potential could rewrite the very destiny of the realms themselves."

The R.O.B.'s ineffable essence focused its full scrutiny upon Robert. "You understand the singular weight upon your shoulders as their shepherd, do you not? Navigating the clashing ideologies, tempering the vast ranges of experience and power..."

It allowed the words to resonate, adding gravity to the responsibility it conveyed.

"Harmonizing these disparate characters into a cohesive whole shall be a difficult challenge, even for one of your talents."

"So I've decided to aid you by bestowing three talents that will elevate you to stand alongside legends like Hashirama and Madara - and even surpass them given time," The R.O.B proclaimed, its infinite presence carrying a sense of profundity.

Before Robert could react, the omnipotent being slapped its hands together, a brilliant white light erupting forth. The searing radiance engulfed Robert, the sheer power behind it staggering in its intensity. He gasped as the light seeped into his very being, rewriting his metaphysical matrix in divine strokes.

"I have gifted you with the talents of Ninjutsu Genius, Epiphany, and Combat Genius," The R.O.B. revealed, an amused look crossing its ineffable visage as it observed Robert's surprise.

"The Ninjutsu Genius talent will allow you to rapidly comprehend and master ninja techniques at an accelerated rate beyond most prodigies."

It waved its hand, and flashes of handsigns, elemental releases, and advanced ninjutsu danced in Robert's mind, knowledge seemingly downloading directly into his consciousness.

"The Epiphany talent serves as your wellspring of innovation," The R.O.B. continued. "You'll possess insights into developing new techniques and strategies, like a Tobirama of Fire Release as you mentioned. Limitations will be rewritten by your very epiphanies."

Robert's thoughts blazed with inspiration, creative possibilities unfolding like a blossoming lotus, techniques he could scarcely conceptualize moments before now seeming eminently achievable.

"Finally, Combat Genius elevates your martial and strategic intellect to peerless levels. You'll instantaneously process combat data, predict movements, and formulate devastatingly effective maneuvers even against overwhelming forces."

The R.O.B's words catalyzed Robert's instincts, his nerves and muscles humming in tune with a new subconscious harmonic awareness of violence as an art form to master.

"Ok now for the last thing before I send you to the world of Naruto" The R.O.B Says in a serious tone creating tension in the room as he looks at Roberts with a somber look

"Choose between sending the souls of your family to the world of Naruto but they won't have their memories or let them stay in paradise and continue in the afterlife"

Robert felt the weight of The R.O.B's words like a heavy mantle draping across his newly gifted talents. The serious, somber tone cut through the room's tension with a solemnity he instantly recognized. This was a crossroads of profound consequence.

He opened his mouth to respond, to accept the offer of reuniting with his departed loved ones in this new reality without hesitation. But the R.O.B's caveat gave him pause. Their souls would inhabit fresh vessels, yes, but without any of the memories and history they had built together in their previous lives. It would be akin to meeting complete strangers wearing disturbingly familiar visages.

A tremulous exhale escaped Robert's lips as he considered the alternative - allowing their souls to continue their perpetual repose in paradise's embrace. At peace, untroubled by the mortal toils and pains he was doomed to face in the harsh realm ahead. His eyes squeezed shut against the crushing binary choice laid before him.

"You understand this is no insignificant decision," The R.O.B. intoned, almost reverently. "To summon them into realms of conflict, the possibility of remaking profound connections...or to respect their departure and forge your sojourns alone."

Robert's jaw clenched as he fought against the dueling prospects pulling his conscience in opposite directions. In one future, the chance to reunite his family, to share the glory and hardships of reshaping entire realms together. Reclaiming the domestic bonds he had lost.

Or honoring their souls' afterlife, allowing them to find peace.

Robert's words hung heavy in the air, the finality of his decision resonating through the chamber. "I choose the second option. Although I really want to be with them and make up for my past mistakes, I can't bring myself to take away their peaceful afterlife and put them in this dangerous world."

His eyes shone with a complex melange of regret, acceptance, and tender fondness as he acknowledged the costs of his choice. To forsake the opportunity to reclaim the profound familial bonds severed by cruel fate. But in that same breath, to grant his loved ones' souls the compassionate gift of untroubled repose they had earned.

Tears slipped unbidden from Robert's eyes as the full weight of his choice settled upon him. He would never again see his beloved family, never hold them or share in their joys and sorrows. A profound ache blossomed in his chest.

"But...can you please leave them a message?" His voice cracked with raw emotion. "Tell them...tell them I was sorry. Sorry for the mistakes and hurt I caused in our shared life. And that I hope they have a wonderful, peaceful eternity in paradise."

Robert scrubbed at his eyes, willing himself to regain composure even as the pain of his loss lanced through him anew. This was his path to walk alone now, a solitary sojourn bound inexorably to the destinies he was about to upend.

"Let them know I...I made this sacrifice out of love," he continued after a steadying breath. "So they could know true, endless tranquility free from the turmoils I'm choosing to embrace. It's the least I could grant them after..." He trailed off, unable to vocalize the undoubtedly complex tapestry of regrets clouding their final parting.

Turning his gaze back up towards the R.O.B.'s ineffable presence, Robert simply nodded. No further words were required to convey the depth of gratitude he felt for being entrusted with this monumentally agonizing noble burden.

"Very well i will relay your message, I Will designate the name of your clan to be the Hima Clan, your name will be Akio Hima and the sign of your clan will be the yin and yang symbol representing unity and balance, have you thought about what to do with the existing clan members that will be with you currently" The R.O.B asks as he summarizes what he was gonna do about the general situation

After thinking about what to do for so long Roberts finally came to a decision "Make it be like I was a wandering ninja looking to set up a clan. I then set upon a large group of civilians who lost their village to bandits, I then shared my blood with all of them leading to them awaken chakra's and assimilating with my blood officially becoming my clan members."

"Hmmm, that;s a good story but let me fix it up a bit, After Sharing your blood to 75 people which I personally think is absurd and unhealthy, your body went weak for five years, so during those five years you were able to pass on all the knowledge of fire styles and basic ninja knowledge and after listening to your teaching Iroh who is 23 years old comes up with fire bending and imparts the knowledge to all the clan ninja's hence Elite jonin-Level ninja's" The R.O.B says as he improves the story provided Roberts

"Ok i think that's All, i hope you have a wonderful time and spread the name of the Hima clan through out the ninja world" The R.O.B says as he slaps his hands causing Roberts to faint as his whole soul was pulled into a strange vortex leaving on;y the R.O.B in the room thinking about how to deliver Roberts message to his past family