Yeah, so I got this idea after watching Forbidden Kingdom. So, have fun, and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Naruto and Sasuke gazed at the ice mirrors, all hope lost. Nothing could get through them, and even if something did, Haku would destroy it.
"Teme, there's no way we're getting out of this alive," Naruto murmured.
Sasuke regarded his teammate with his new sharingan eyes, "Dobe, I'll think of something, just wait."
"It's useless, there's nothing you two can do," Haku told them.
Then, in the middle of the mirrors, a small black circle appeared, slowly growing larger. It began to swirl, with veins of gold running through it. Out of it, stepped a woman. She had long black hair, done up in a bun, and two flowers rested on her head. Turning to Naruto, she smiled, her brown eyes softening.
"Hello little one, my name is Ma Zhu," then her eyes hardened, "You will do well in my land. 神的意志是以您. 发生故障我們,年輕戰士."
With that, she disappeared, reappearing before Naruto. She pulled back her leg, and sent a powerful back kick at him, knocking him through the portal.
Smiling, Ma Zhu whispered, "He will be our savior…" before disappearing.
四條龍
Kakashi and Zabuza were pitched in battle, when a blue vortex appeared in the middle of their fight.
"What could that be?" Kakashi whispered, eyes wide.
Then, all of a sudden, two figures came flying out of it. Both wore straw hats covering their faces, and both wore strange robes. One was a man, while the other was woman.
"我不認為我們再是在瓷," the male told his companion.
"我认识您蠢貨," the woman snapped, turning to regard the dissaering vortex, "怎麼我們回来在家?"
The man shrugged, then turned to Kakashi and Zabuza. They could only see the bottom half of his face, but it had lit up with a huge grin.
"Kakashi! 是三年! 怎么样您老師?" the man smiled.
"Uh…do I know you?" Kakashi asked.
"老師! 它是我,Naruto," the man smiled.
"I can't understand you!" Kakshi yelled at him.
"That's because you are not listening," the woman snarled, imperfect Japanese.
