Edit: I was going through the dates of the One Piece timeline and it turns out I was about 400 years off...so its fixed now.

AN: I do not own Naruto/One Piece

Chapter 1: The end of war, and the beginning of hell.

The war was won with great costs to the allied army. The defeat of the Madara had me and many others many dear friends, but I shall not linger on that for long for you could always read one of the many other historical accounts about the war and aftermath.

We had achieved peace among shinobi that would last a "lifetime". At the time we were mourning the dead and celebrating the victory. We were just trying to move on with our lives, and so decided to have a festival commemorating the sacrifice of all those who had fallen in battle. It was during the second Bijuu festival, as we named it, that true hell began.

That was the first time I met the infamous Tyrant. A man who was wiser than I was at the time, a man I despise more than even Madara, and yet I respect him for he would be the catalyst for peace on our continent. A piece that was born from fire and hell that he caused, a fire and hell that would prepare us for the future that none of us envisioned except for him.

That day, October 12th, 6 B.U. was the day that I learned of the power of a well-coordinated and surprise aerial assault making use of high powered explosives with the combined assault of ground based war machines. We were completely caught off guard.

The sight of air balloons was a surprise to me, one of the coordinators of the festival, but I figured they were meant to be a surprise. Then the first bomb fell. The blast engulfed whole stands and families, civilians and shinobi alike were killed in the blast and the following blasts.

Then the kunai with paper bombs started falling from the sky causing more chaos, but unlike the bombs that were being dropped from the balloons theses were fired from the ground some distance away. I along with many other shinobi were trying to take down the balloons why at the same time save the civilians from the carnage that was unleashed at the festival that was supposed to be a symbol of peace for our people.

Then a projector started playing using the smoke caused by the various explosions as a screen in the sky. The face that has since lived in infamy, the Tyrant. He spoke to us like we were children.

"See what your peace has brought you? It was only a matter of time before you started murdering each other and killing innocents like you shinobi always do, I just beat you to the punch." He said with a smug smirk across his face. "This is an official declaration of war by the people of Takusan no tochi (Land of plenty). Prepare for your end shinobi."

The projection was cut off at the same time as many "innocent" civilians started attacking shinobi and civilians alike. These soldiers weren't shinobi rather regular civilians, but as many shinobi learned that day they were plenty dangerous especially in surprise attacks. The fighting that started when the first bomb dropped at 9 that night ended at 3 the next morning with hundreds of dead on both sides. During the 4th Great Shinobi War I had witnessed much greater carnage than I saw that day, but because of how many innocent bystanders were caught in the cross fire between two opposing army's I was disgusted that the enemy would stoop so low as to target innocents.

But, I should say this now before we go any farther on our journey, this tale is about the legend of the Tyrant. The boy who became a man much earlier than most, a man who gave up his family, his happiness, his chance for being remembered as a great leader, and his life to save those that hated him.

This is the legend of Daichi Newgate, the Tyrant, and the man I respect and loathe the most.

An old man sat in a rocking chair in front of his house watching the many busy passer-byes on one of the biggest streets in the entire city of Heiwa. If anyone from the street would look over his way they would see an old man on a rocking chair in front of a large but modest traditionally styled Japanese house. If that same someone were to look closer they would probably say that the old man was very old from the wrinkles that adorned his skin.

They wouldn't be wrong, but if they looked into his eyes the person might exclaim that the old man had died because of the lack of happiness or any other emotion in his eyes. They would describe his eyes as dead blue, as lifeless, as seeing without seeing, maybe if the person was insightful enough they would say his eyes were haunted.

Yet, no one ever did stop to take a second deeper look, at least no one had for a long time. The old man di more than just sit and watch people day. He did and does many things in his free time. He had taught a great number of students in various arts, he had written a great number of books, most if not all were best sellers, he had served many years as a politician and a warrior, he dove deeper and deeper into the mysteries of fūinjutsu, he painted a many great paintings, and he also still maintained the largest spy network in the world.

The old man was extremely powerful, easily one of the strongest on the entire continent and assumingly the world. Yet you couldn't tell that by how his body creaked when he stood from his faithful rocking chair. After disappearing into his for a few minutes the old man returned to outside world looking radically different.

He was currently wearing an old brown cloak with the hood up to hide his long and spikey white hair and his wrinkled face, as opposed to his white kimono that he was wearing before. The cloak did do nothing to hide his beard which was pure white and went down to his waist like his hair.

The old man walked with a rather brisk pace considering his age and what seemed to be frail body. He joined in the jostling crowd that he had been watching only moments earlier. He made his way to the capital building of the city, a large and grandiose Japanese style building.

As he came to the gate surrounding the building he was stopped by two guards wearing headbands with pistols strapped to their sides. He reached into his cloak and pulled something out. After seeing what the man had pulled out the guards opened the gate to the building letting the man into the capital building, and the old man returned the object that granted him entry to his cloak.

The old man walked through the building, idly noticing that many people were rushing here and there often accompanied by a stack of papers. He reached a staircase and began his ascent.

At the top of the stairs there were three doors in a hallway. The one furthest from the stairs read PRESIDENT. The other two doors were halfway between the door reading president and the stairs. The door on the right read NEWGATE, and the door on the left read BIJUU.

After finishing his climb the old man entered the room marked BIJUU. In the room there was a round table, at which several figures were seated.

"You're late." The man that sat the furthest from the door, and thus the old man said.

"I got lost on the path of life" said the old man with some mirth before he sat down in the last open seat. "So, shall we get to business?"

"Yes, let's get this meeting started finally." Said a melodic voice to the old man's right. "So what does the Fleet Destroyer need us for today?" She continued with obvious teasing in her tone.

"Ino, enough." Said the man who first spoke. "We are here to listen to Uzumaki-sama's proposal that is apparently important enough that it needs not only my attention, but the entire military council's attention, yet it isn't important enough for Uzumaki-sama to show up on time."

"Thank you gaki." was the now identified Uzumaki's reply. "I'm here to request several ships and men to man said ships. I have an old debt that I need to repay, so I can finally rest in peace." Uzumaki said the last part with a tired sigh as he faced all those seated at the table.

Directly across from him was the president and ruler of the entire continent Sasuke Kenki, who was named after his old friend Sasuke Uchiha. Seated to the right of Sasuke was the Kage, head of all shinobi forces, and who was named Sora Kengou. Next to him was the head of air fleet Isame Yachou. The person seated immediately to Uzumaki's left was Kakashi Namikaze, general of the continent's regular army, with his head on the table sleeping. On Uzumaki's right was the leader of the samurai, Red Ijin. Next is the previously mentioned Ino Newgate, supreme admiral. The final person at the table was the head of the modern elite shinobi, MES, Yamato Oiki.

"How many ships do you need?" Asked the now completely serious Ino.

"I was hoping to have a ship representing each branch of military unit with the naval and aerial components being a part of each ship. So I need four ships and enough shinobi, samurai, soldiers, and MES troopers to completely man a ship with only men from the same branch."

"That is a rather large request Uzumaki-sama, may I ask what you are planning on doing with all this men and ships?" asked Sasuke after a moment of thought.

"I plan on ending slavery in this world as well as finding one of my decedents who is currently the last one alive that is not here on the continent." Came Uzumaki's response almost immediately. "I do not ask this lightly, I have thought and pondered over it long enough these past 40 years or so. Plus it will allow me to be somewhere else while all the uproar over my new book is going on."

"Ah, yes. The Legend of Daichi Newgate, an instant best seller and an instant controversy machine. I agree that this will help with the backlash that is soon to come from your latest biography and tale Uzumaki-sama. I'm all for this great adventure, you'll have my best men." Said Sora with a chuckle at the end.

"Ha, if you're sending your best I have no choice but to send my best men too." Said Yamato with a glare at Sora.

"Please," came the feminine voice of Red. "As if either of your best men are in the same league as my men." She finished with a light chuckle.

"Well, shit. It would look bad on me and my men if I didn't help out and send my best too." Said a sheepish, and now awake, Kakashi.

"I guess I can build the old geezer some really nice ships, cause I'm not parting with any of mine." Ino added in agreement.

"My air ships and men shall guarantee that you will dominate the sky Uzumaki-sama" was the monotone response from Isame.

"It looks like the military council is all in agreement, so who am I to deny you Uzumaki-sama." Said a smiling Sasuke. "So, Ino how long will it be before Uzumaki-sama's ships will be ready."

"I'll make sure they're done by the end of the month."

"Good than as the president of the United Nations, on July 1st A.U. 825 that Naruto Uzumaki, the Hero of the Leaf, the Great Toad Sage, the Bringer of Peace, the Destroyer of Fleets, and the Shinobi God, shall leave in 6 weeks to purge this cruel world of slavery, and to bring home a lost son."

AN: So what do you think? Yeah or nah?