Throne of Shadow: Naruto x Game of Thrones Crossover

Disclaimer: This story is fiction, all the characters, names and places belong to their respective owners.

M-Rated: It's the game of thrones… Lots of blood, violent, atrocities etc…!

"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Names of Things
"Memory Lane"
"Demonic Voice"
(Thought Bubbles)
Important Stuff

I just wanted to see true Naruto, or a Shinobi prowess, in the game of throne world! Naruto will literally crash through every battle. Yes, he has charka; it's pretty obvious in this chapter. The pairing is NarutoxDaenerys, but that's just the main pairing.

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Blood and Will

The Free cities were the nine most powerful and independent city-states situated across the Narrow Sea to the east of Westeros. They were located on the western coast of the massive eastern continent known to all as Essos. They had traded with the Seven Kingdom and lived in prosperity. Now, the time had changed as each city was under siege, one after another by perhaps a God himself. The time for them to relinquish their independent had come. A maelstrom of blood had begun to walk the land, and the game will never be the same.

Of the nine cities, three had fallen. Qohor was the first. It began with a stir in the grassland near that city. The lustrous field was once held by Dothraki, but it was now belong to him as the proud army of Dothraki bowed before his might, his wills, and his powers. The place where everything began was located several week's ride from Pentos on the western edge of the vast forest of Qohor.

He, who came out of nowhere, was ragged, tired and collapsed onto the grassy land near their camp; it was countless of moons ago. The Dothraki believed him to be an escaped slave by judging from his bright blond, but rather short hair. There were many deep wounds across his body; some of them seem to be fatal, yet he was still breathing, holding on to life. They healed him and put him with the rest of their slaves. Months went by as the boy started to learn their ways, their language and finally challenged them to a fight and the right to lead. Not being born as a Dothraki, he was laughed at, but they decided to humor the boy nonetheless. How wrong they were…

The duel was quick, unfair and the victor was clear. Standing among the dozen corpses of seasoned warrior was a boy with bright blue eyes and hair like the sun. In his hand was a small strange knife; a black dagger with its handled wrapped in bandages and a small ring attached to its end. Where did he get it from? No one was sure. It was as if it had materialized in his hand in the moment he needed it.

It was a magical dagger as all the Khalasar came to believe. It was able to cut through armors and steels as if they were made of woods and cloths, fighting a losing battle against fire. His strength was monstrous as he lifted a boulder over his head with ease. He could crush a full grown man's neck as if it was the easiest thing to do. His speed and reflex had become a legend, and no one could see how quickly he could draw his weapon, let alone match its speed. No, he was a god among men and no one would foolish enough to challenge his power.

Norvos was the next city to fall. The former free cities located to the east of Westeros. It was located in the interior of Essos, between Pentos and Qohor, on the Noyne, a tributary of the massive River Rhoyne. The Dothraki had never had a problem with Norvos, who always paid them tributes so they would not pillage the city. However, their new Khal didn't like how cities of the land were free and bordered, for they should become part of his domain, under his rule.

He was a strange one, never interested of riding horses like a Khal should. It was not that he couldn't; he simply preferred to walk alongside the slaves, chatting to them, seeing how their days went. He seemed to cut his hair regularly, which was against the Dothraki customs. Some hothead warriors of the tribe did voiced their opinion and dissatisfaction through aggression. They couldn't say or do anything anymore after that as their head was left on a pike afterward. Their body was cut into several parts almost instantly by their Khal as according to many witnesses. No one dare to question him or his strange behavior from then on.

Among the Dothraki, it was said that a Khal cannot ride, cannot lead but no one would say he could not lead. His commands of the army were of someone with great experience. It was as if he had done so many times before, and those eyes tell a tales of a man who had seen countless battle that the mortals could not fathomed. For one who appeared to be so young, it was odd, but then his warriors believed him to be god, one who would mount the world or let it burn to ashes around him.

His blue eyes filled with sorrow often as he stood upon the highest point on the rock, watching the Dothraki broke through the gate of Norvos and starting to butcher the town's guards. His heart wept a bit at the knowledge; at the atrocities that was about to play out. He had allowed them to do so, hesitantly. He had told them to spare those that were still not of age and they should treat their new slave well like how he had treated his.

The Dothraki warrior couldn't complain at the command as they were allowed to plunder and pillage as long as it was within reason. They were not allowed to create widespread destruction on a whim since after all; the sacked city would belong to them and part of their newfound empire. They wouldn't want to destroy their own city during a blind bloodlust, and no matter how stupid some of them were, his words were law. It was honor for them to follow, and if anything, the Dothraki knew honors.

Lorath was the next in line, located on an island just off the northern coast of Essos, east of Braavos. The shivering sea located to its north and an inlet of water known as Lorath Bay was located to the south. Lorath was the least-well-known of the Free cities, due to its isolated location. It was a difficult to siege the city as the place was surrounded by water and the invading army was land bred. With a single command, the Dothraki had to craft countless of boats so they could cross the body of water even though many got sea sick along the way and many more was uncomfortable without their horses underneath them. Still, they believed in his words and his visions, and Lorath surrendered almost immediately after seeing hundreds of boats moving ever closer to its shore. That was many months ago.

"My Khal, we are getting closer to Braavos," a Dothraki messenger said, entering the room and kneeled before his leader. The blond, spikey-haired young man sat on a wooden chair looked at him with his oceanic blue eyes. His Khal muttered something in a different language. It was as if he's talking to another person nearby, but the kneeling Dothraki couldn't see who.

Braavos was the most powerful and northerly of the free cities, located on an island in a lagoon, led by the Sealord. Its fall would spell doom to all those that dare challenge the Dothraki and their newly formed empire. Once was a secretive city, founded by escaped slaves and refugees from the Valyrian Freehold. They had done so by killing their overseers a long time ago. But now, Braavos would bow before his might or be no more.

"We have given them a chance to surrender like we did with Lorath," the messenger said, frowning a little.

"What was their response?" the Khal asked as the messenger bowed deeply and pulled out a bloody lock of hair. He held it between both of his palm and presented it to his leader. The blue eyes widen a bit, realizing that Braavos had killed his rather peaceful messenger. The lock of hair belonged to a young Dothraki, who he came to know and liked. While the blond had enjoyed keeping his hair short, so it would not get in the way during a battle. To the Dothraki, it was their pride and honor and he did not wanted them to change that customs as it have served them well for generations. Fury was flashed in those deep oceanic eyes for a brief instant.

"Tell the boat to slow down and keep their distance. Only one of my warriors will die today," the young Khal said as he stood up. His slaves or more like just servant moved forward from the back of the war. Their hands works eagerly to put on his armors and his weapons. Three daggers known to all Dothraki as Kunai hanged around his waist, clattering against each other. Only two of them were made the same while the third was tri-pointed and had foreign marking on it. Leathers string wrapped tightly around both of his wrists and arms as a black bandana did the same around his forehead to lift up his hairs. He picked up the fox-like mask and used it to cover his face. The only thing that could be seen was his bright, strong blue eyes behind the mask.

The keeling Dothraki bowed even deeper, realizing what was about to begin. His Khal rarely go into battle unless he was in the mood or it required his attention. His presence would turn the tide of any battle, and it was an honor to see him to do so. However, he had explained that he wanted his warriors to gain the experience in a life and death situation. For him to spearhead this battle; that would only meant one thing…

"Come, let us see the strength of Braavos and how it fares against the army of shadows," the Khal said as he walked out the door and into the opened air of the sea.

"So, is it time?" a voice in the young Khal's mind called out as he smiled under his mask at his old companion's eagerness.

"Yes furball, but only for me; you would be overkill and I wanted to keep that city relatively intact," Naruto said lowly as he looked at the fort in the distance. The defenders were showering the air with arrows. Fortunately, his men and boats were just out of reach as arrows impacted and disappeared in the dark water below.

"Tsk… weakling, all of them are! When will I get to fight a good fight?" The demonic fox roared in the mindscape, thrashing about as the blond frowned. It had been a long time since they entered this world, and they both were betrayed by those they trusted the most.

Naruto rubbed his chest, where a gaping hole once existed. He was backstabbed by those he would call his friends and the scar always will remind him of that. They wanted Infinite Tsukuyomi to succeed so badly; to live in their perfect world, an illusionary world. It was a fatal blow, but it didn't kill him. It did take something else, and from that day onward, Naruto's innocence was gone. He had become cold and ruthless to all those that were his enemies, showing them no mercy.

The young sage had thought much about those days in nostalgia. He thought he had died then, but only found himself alive, barely in this new world, a strange world. A was more honorable than his own as if his dying wish had come true. He believed Kami had given him a second chance, a new life and he would not waste such opportunity. He would resurrect his clan here or die trying.

"You will, all in good time," Naruto reassured Kurama. The only one that didn't betray him in the end was the fox. It was ironic really. A demonic entity made of malice and hatred had more honor that those who called themselves his friends. His ties with them were severed the moment they stabbed him in the back and left him to die.

Dozens of Dothraki warriors were kneeling at his feet. They also realized what their Khal was about to do from the moment he exited his cabin with his armors on. He only did a small one, one time, to show this right to rule and it worked like a charm. Of course there are those still tried to challenge him, but always face to face as poisons and subterfuges was below them. The Dothraki was like that, they wanted to see their opponent face before they ripped their opponent's heart out.

Kurama did point out that Naruto would have to deal with those things eventually as he gained more lands and more enemies in the process.

"Today, Braavos shall become part of us. But before that, she must pay for her disobedience and refusal to accept the inevitable!" Naruto stated as he did a hand seals. It was gestures of his first successful shinobi's technique: Kage Bunshin (Shadow Clones).

Those that had not seen such ability of the Khal dropped their jaw as white smoke erupted across the boat and invaded the surrounding seas. Hundreds of men emerged from the mist as the fog sank to the floor. They stood around the boat, adorning the same fox like mask as their bandana flustering wildly in the wind. The Dothraki were amazed, but what truly shocked them that the majority of the new comers were standing on top of the water as if it was solid ground. Those that didn't believed he was a god, given human form quickly became a true believer, and those that already did bow their head even deeper.

Each of these clones of their Khal had more strength and agility than them; they could snap a full grown man in half without batting an eye. If their leader was to spearhead this battle, the invincible army of shadows would bring Braavos on a plate. Only a miracle would save that city, there was no doubt about it in any of the Dothraki's mind.

The original Naruto jumped to the highest point on the boat as he looked at the city in the distance. His clones have his knowledge from the moment of duplication, and they all knew what they must do. There was no tactics or strategy in this fight. It was unnecessary for him to do. They would just overwhelmed the city and crush all those that stood in their way. Naruto opened his right hand and outstretched it before collapsing into a fist as all the clones roared in confirmation. Without hesitation, they started to dash toward Braavos, across the water at incredible speed, leaving foaming wakes behind with each step.

Countless incoming wooden bolts showering the army, but the majority were able to dodge them through their inhuman reflex. They refrained themselves from using any Jutsu as it would kill innocent bystanders and destroy part of the fort, requiring future repair. However, against the ships that was moving toward them on the free sea, there was no hesitation in their resolve. Countless kunais and shurikens came in mass from the clones towards their target. The projectiles impacted against the side of the wooden boat, embedding deep into the wet wood and then they exploded, and the explosion through the usage of explosive tags ripped out the ship guts and showering the sea with countless debris. Jagged and broken splinters sprayed across the warriors on those boats as well, and more than a few died instantly as their neck was pierced by the hazardous objects.

With the screams of anguish by the men of those boats, the battle had begun.

The water rose upward around some of the ships forming dragon-like entity as it slammed into the boat, turning them over effortlessly and drowning those that still have the will to fight. Many small balls of spiraling and compressed air crashed into the side of dozens boat, shredding the woods before they expanded and encompassed their target. The resulted raging wind turned crimson red as it mixed with the blood of their victims before showering the surrounding in what remains: bloody mist and shredded steels.

Several Narutos landed onto the boat and quickly glanced at the warriors around them. Those warriors charged at them courageously. Narutos immediately dashed forwards to meet their foes, taking two kunai from their waist into each of their hands. The shinobis slashed through the warriors' armors as if it wasn't there. Limbs severed, head decapitated, body bisected as the wooden deck of the ship stained with slaughtered lambs' blood. In less than a minute, hundreds of men were dead, dissected in the most efficient manner, smearing below the victors' feet. Several defenders were still alive, cowering in the corner. Their weapons were no longer in their hand. They just wanted the madness to end.

The Kitsune masked assassins looked at them and moved ever closer with each thumping step. They stopped just before the defeated and kicked the unclaimed weapons nearby away before jumping off the boat over them and dashing across the water onto the next one. The Khal that will mount the world was not entirely heartless and will grant mercy to those that truly give up as long as their wills shattered and sworn loyalty to him later on. There was no point of killing those that lacked the desire to fight, and meaningless slaughter was not his way.

Those that stood behind the cover and protection of the high wall of Braavos, which was hastily erected a while ago, could not help but grimaced at the devastation of their fleet below. The hundreds of un-walled islands were already lost to them, but they could starve off the invasion as long as they are within the confines of their protective stone shields. It was built after the news of a new conqueror that sweeps across the free land of Essos like a plague. The might of their military was being ripped apart by that impossible plague, unhindered by land or sea with weapons that far surpassed Valyrian steel from the days of mighty Valyrian Freehold.

The Sealord and nobles of Braavos was wrong as one of the shadow warriors did the impossible yet again. He ran vertical up the wall and jumped onto the balcony as the Braavos's guardsmen dashed towards him with their weapon drawn. The blond masked man looked at them, unconcerned as the third Kunai around his waist sway back and forth. Its seal glowed as hundreds of the same attire and hair warriors below, standing on top of the narrow sea idling disappeared in a red flash. They had just finished crushing the fleet, those that remains had surrendered by dropping their axe like weapons into the sea.

Through Hirashin, it doesn't matter if the wall was breach or not. Only one clone needed to be inside and the rest would have a free alternative entrance. Hundreds of clones materialized across the top of the wall. A few fell off to the side and exploded in white smoke, simply because they had materialized in midair. Several Shinobi immediately dashed forward to greet their new opponent. They swiftly ended the futility of the noble's defenders. Most others jumped off the wall and swept through the city below, ending those that would still fight while the unarmed civilian begged for mercy. The civilians' cries were granted as long as they sworn loyalty to the house of Uzumaki; the whirlpool that will enveloped the world.

Braavos had fallen and just as promised by their Khal, not a single of Dothraki were slain in the battle. Some did die in the aftermath though as pocket of resistant still exists throughout the annexed city. The banner of the city was replaced with spiraling circle, the symbol of their Khal's lineage. Hundreds of clones stood at the highest point on top of towering buildings, watching attentively as their army returned the law and order to the city. The Dothraki were not allowed to plunder and pillage this city as its wealth and prestige would be needed for future conquest. They were tasked with set up the throne in a room fitted for a conqueror.

Sat on the throne of shadow was their Khal as his blue eyes looked at the map illustrating the continent of Essos in all of its glory in the couple days had gone by since the battle.

"Quohor, Norvos, Larath had fallen. Braavos is now as well. Pentos is south of here," the Khal said before throwing a kunai, embedding itself into the wall map, marking Pentos as the next city for the horde. Every Dothraki in his inner circle nodded their head in approval. They didn't get to fight in this one and their hands were itching as they consciously rubbing their weapons' edges.

"You will have to fight another Khal and assimilate his khalasar. I think Khal Drogo is near Pentos, his death would strengthen your army," Kurama said as Khal Uzumaki nodded in agreement. The Khal relayed that message, omitting some part to his entourages as they all agreed it would be a wise thing to do.

Naruto, advised by Kurama, had allowed those that would not swear loyalty to him to go free after the city was taken. They would share the tale of how Braavos had fallen; how an army of shadows destroyed her fleet and breached her wall in less than an hour far and wide; how she paid for her disobedience in blood; how countless of her children perished pointlessly; how her protective water turned against her and allowed free passage; how her remaining children wept for their lost sons. Her song of sorrow will be sung through the ages, joining many others as they tell the tale and achievement of a living god who once walked among them, who forged a mighty empire that last through the ages.

Nothing shall stand in his way as his wills shall not be denied. He would unify all of Essos and beyond, across the narrow seas and into the frozen land. This was his legacy; his journey, and the game of shadow had just begun.

Author Note:

Now, isn't that more like a Shinobi in Westeros or Essos!? Naruto actually have been betrayed by all the Shinobis after they believed living in their perfect dream was better. Naruto was killed by them and left for dead. Fortunately, he was dumped in Essos, near Qohor by some greater power. All the free cities except Pentos to the north half of Essos now belonged to the house of Uzumaki. You can check the maps of Essos on wiki if you want.

Should I kill Drogo? He's no challenge to Naruto and he did die in the first book. It's NarutoxDaenerys since Daenerys will need to deal with politics as Naruto would probably kill everyone who argued with him. The mother of dragons and the king of shadows, they sound like a good couple.

I wrote this because I read enough of pacifist Naruto in Westeros. They were fun, and politic intriguing but I wanted something different. Naruto has all these powers and he has no ambitions? So I gave him one! The timeline is somewhere in first season… That idiot brother of Daenerys still alive, I'm going give him his just desert.

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