Prologue
The great king, lies on his dying bed. Through his years he has managed to submitt the lands of every men woman and child, to his own will. Every language, and culture pays tribute to him. But now without an heir, his empire will be mutually divided, and the lands will fight each other for their power. His generals asked him as to who will be the one who will inherit his mighty empire.
"My great king." One of his generals said. "Tell us as to who will inherit this mighty empire."
Anger filled him, his generals will compete for this kingdom.
"Naruto, tell us." Another one, this time younger and more healthy.
A woman screaming, long pink hair and the look of pregnancy. She sheds tears, as she curses the men who were surrounding his husband with questions. "No, please. Your son, only one more month. Please." She was taken away by one of the guards, as the generals continue with their questions.
"If you don't tell us who. Then your empire will be divided, tell us now. I beg you." The oldest of his generals said.
Suddenly the delirious king opened his eyes, before raising his left hand. As it is raised he tries to point to someone, but is too weak, he tries to say a word, for his time has come. As he takes the ring in his index finger, apparently to give it to one of them, before he emits a short word.
"To...to the strongest." He emits, as his hand finally gaves out, and his ring falls to the floor. No real heir, nor ruler for his empire. As the vessel of the beast, as well as the great king of the six villages passed away. Leaving behind him a land of tragedy.