Harry Potter: Toji Potter

AN: As the Title says, Danmachi wins, I love this idea of mine, hope you do too, without too much yapping, enjoy this chapter:

Harry stood in the center of his divine domain, surrounded by his wives, each of them eyeing him with curiosity. He had just proposed his latest idea—creating an Avatar of himself to explore another world while he remained here, maintaining control from afar.

"Let me get this straight," Daphne said, crossing her arms. "You want to make a mini-you, send it to another world, and play puppet master while you stay here?"

"Basically," Harry said with a smirk.

"You know, that sounds like something a bored god would do," Hermione pointed out, though her eyes shone with curiosity.

"I am a god," Harry reminded her. "And I am a little bored."

Tracey rolled her eyes. "This is why no one trusts deities."

Fleur, ever the pragmatist, leaned in with an appraising look. "And zis world you want to send your Avatar to, is it dangerous?"

Harry shrugged. "Not really. Danmachi is much weaker compared to what we're used to. Think of it as a vacation spot with the occasional monster."

"Well," Kaguya finally spoke, her regal voice carrying an air of amusement. "If you're doing this, we should at least make sure you look good."

"Good?" Yoruichi grinned. "We're making a masterpiece."

Harry chuckled and held out his hands. Blue energy swirled around him as he began shaping the Avatar. A small form emerged—a child, no more than eight years old.

His hair was a rich golden-blond, shining like the sun. His deep blue eyes radiated wisdom far beyond his years. His sharp, angular features gave him a noble presence, and his smooth, fair skin completed the look of an aristocratic prodigy.

"You're making a prince," Hermione commented.

"I am a king," Harry shot back.

Tracey smirked. "Are you sure this kid won't turn out as a little princeling with an ego bigger than yours?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "That depends on how he develops."

There was a pause. Then Fleur asked, "What if ze Avatar… decides to be… how do you say it? A trap?"

Silence.

Daphne blinked. "Wait. Can that happen?"

Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Technically… yes. If the Avatar develops its own sense of identity, it might decide to experiment."

The wives exchanged glances.

Kaguya's lips twitched upward. "Well, that would be amusing."

Yoruichi burst into laughter. "Imagine the reactions when he drops the truth. Classic."

Harry sighed. "Let's hope that doesn't happen."

With one final touch, he completed the Avatar, infusing a fraction of his consciousness into it. The air rippled as a portal appeared, swallowing the small figure in a swirl of energy.

"Bon voyage," Harry muttered.

As the portal closed, he let out a breath and sat down, closing his eyes. Instantly, his wives gathered around him, their hands brushing against his temples as they delved into his mind. Their connection allowed them to observe his Avatar's experience, sharing the journey with him.

Well—most of them.

Because Yoruichi, who couldn't do the mind-reading thing, had a completely different idea.

Instead of joining them, she crouched down, casually opened his pants, and—

"OI!" Harry nearly jumped, eyes flying open.

Yoruichi grinned like a cat that just found a bowl of cream. "Shhh, you focus on your Avatar. I'm just helping you relax."

"I—You—This is not the time!"

"Oh, it absolutely is," she purred. "Besides, you owe me. Daily. You know the rules."

Daphne groaned, rubbing her temples. "Of course. She couldn't just sit still for five minutes."

"I am sitting," Yoruichi said cheerfully. "I'm just also multitasking."

Tracey facepalmed. "God help us."

Harry sighed in exasperation. "You realize this is why the people behind the screens think I'm some sort of degenerate deity, right?"

"Oh, stop complaining," Yoruichi said dismissively. "You love it."

Harry wanted to argue. But the smug look on her face—and the way his wives just shook their heads in exasperation—told him he was not winning this fight.

And so, with a long-suffering sigh, Harry closed his eyes again, trying to focus on his Avatar's journey… while Yoruichi happily got her daily dose of milk.

AN: and so an Avatar goes out to scope the World while Harry and his wives spend some quality time watching and Yoruichi that dirty cat milks Harry for all he's worth. Did y'all like how Harry is aware of you guys?