Black Rain
Summary: The world around us, our way of life, was surrounded by what could only be deemed as a Genjutsu from the very beginning of our history. We are not alone. My name is Dante Namikaze, and this is my story in how I make my place in a world that's much bigger than we could ever have imagined.
Author's Notes: So yeah just a heads up, this is my first story. Also important to note, is that this'll be a Next-Gen fic, so the main character will be an OC of mine. I usually despise these Next-Gen fics, but since that just makes me look hypocritical, I decided I might as well give it a swing and see if my hatred of these fics is justified. Another thing is that what'll probably most likely happen in all of my stories is that this will have major elements added from other animes/games/fanfics. Don't worry I'll properly give credit if it's that noticeable. This will take place after the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Oh and there will be uncensored swearing as well as gore, so this fic will hike up to rated M sooner or later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything else that could be associated within this story, except this story cuz the story is mine, and if you want it you gotta pay for what it's worth (which in reality the value of this story isn't much, and would result in me paying the buyer, heh).
Chapter 1: Prologue
I looked in discontent as another foreigner walked by. Dammit, why did otou-sama have to welcome these people into our village? Seriously, you'd think that after going through a Fourth Great Shinobi War everything would go back to normal, or as normal as a world filled with people that could stealth kill you at a moment's notice could get. If anything, it should have been better now that otou-sama became Hokage and peace was supposed to be spread throughout the Elemental Nations. Well, I suppose in a way it did, but only for a while.
Maybe I should really start explaining what the hell is going on shouldn't I? My name is Dante Namikaze, the son of Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze as well as Hinata Hyuuga-Namikaze. (What don't believe me? Say it to my face and see if I don't cleave off yours first, I'm the youngest Anbu recruit for a reason damn it!) According to what my parents told me, during the war, the Allied Shinobi Forces, by all accounts, should have lost that final fight during the war. After a grueling confrontation between the ASF and the Akatsuki, moments before he was dealt the coup de grâce, Madara, being the massive asshole that he was (Father's words, not mine), decided to go all in and unleash his plan with the Infinite Tsukuyomi despite his weak condition, which was stupid in my opinion. I'm assuming he had Chakra Exhaustion when he decided to jump the gun, so combined with the obvious wounds that usually come from a long battle, especially if Dad was involved, he would have died anyway, and that would've just created a world of no free will and no ruler to rule it. Heh, bad guys are stupid, or maybe all those hits from Dad and everybody sent him on a new level of high? I don't know.
Moving on, what happened next couldn't have been expected by anybody. I couldn't accurately describe to you what happened next, one because like I said, this was before Dad even hooked up with mom, and two, this really was unlike anything ever preceded even amongst shinobi. Apparently, Madara-teme screwed something up when he went with his "Eye of the Moon Plan", so that instead of casting the Ultimate Genjutsu, he created the ultimate Genjutsu Kai. I know, even I had difficulty understanding. The way okaa-sama described it, it was like the world around them shattered, literally. Like, if I had to use an example, it would've been like taking a glass painting of the sky, smashing it with a hammer and letting the pieces fall off, only to have the sky be as it were in its place. Understandably, panic struck throughout the allied forces. Did Madara finally "win"? Was all for naught? Was free will really gone forever? What other kind of cliché questions were there to further build suspense?
Dad, being the most awesome pre-Hokage that he was (at the time anyway, ha), along with the aide of the risen undead of the previous Hokages (if I was anyone else, and my parents weren't the ones who told me this story because I couldn't go to sleep and that any other bedtime stories bored me the fuck right out, I would've stopped listening at this point) and the current Kages, assisted in rallying the shinobi forces and prevented the situation to escalate further than it already would have. Sensing that all was well, it was then decided that the Shinobi Alliance would proceed to salvage anything left that the war haven't already annihilated. All leftover resurrected shinobi that helped during the last confrontation were to be sealed. The same could be said for some of the major key players of the war that also perished, like Obito Uchiha, Might Gai, Shikaku Nara, Inoichi Yamanaka, Mabui, Ao, etc. Everyone else was given a proper funeral. It didn't matter which side they sided on. What was leftover of the Allied Shinobi Forces, or rather, the rest of the Shinobi World for that matter was generally exhausted and just wanted to move on ASAP.
Despite what the war had costed and the sacrifices that had to be made, all seemed pretty well after that. Peace really did come for the Elemental Nations at last. Tsunade-obaasan retired, which meant Otou-sama finally became Hokage and later married okaa-sama. My godfather Sasuke Uchiha returned to Konohagakure and was arrested, but eventually was released on the basis that he would be kept on surveillance for quite a while in that he would remain loyal to Konoha. I think Dad had something to do with that. Couldn't say the same about his teammates and Orochimaru of the Sannin, mainly because I don't remember, it's been awhile since I've been told of this story and I kind of zoned out when it was being explained to me. There was something about a wannabe Swordsmen of the Mist being forced back into Kiri and how he had to help train next generation of the Seven Swordsmen of Kiri, some psychopath got killed in the middle of the fight protecting Sasuke-kyoufu. Oh wait, I remember my relative Karin was in my godfather's team too, and like him, she was kept on surveillance/parole and had to help improve Konoha's Hospital. I think the biggest surprise was Orochimaru of the Sannin. I remember for sure that for some reason he surrendered and agreed to a life sentence in the highest level of security that Konoha had to offer. Fast forward a few years, okaa-san gave birth to me, as well as my younger brother, Ryo Namikaze. I'd rather not talk about him right now; he's a whole 'nother story altogether.
Yup, for the first few years of my life, all was pretty dang alright with my life. Alas, this was just the calm before the storm. If I had to pinpoint exactly where in my life where everything turned into a total clusterfuck, it would be when I was three, when I had finally took notice of my surroundings and began to frequently catch sight of them more often. Remember when I mentioned about how Madara-teme's last second shot of his plan completely backfired on him? His genjutsu release didn't only just make a pretty crack in the sky at that time. He really did release a genjutsu that was placed on the entire Nation. A few months after the end of the war, when recovery really started taking place, there were recent sightings of strange people, foreigners that said they came from places unheard of on the maps of, well anywhere here at home. It wasn't just in Konoha either. Iwa, Kumo, Suna, Kiri, heck, even places like Nagi Island and Tea Country had sightings. They weren't monsters or anything weird you'd see in a children's drawing, they were human just like us, but weirdly enough, they were so different at the same time. The way they walked, spoke, the clothes they wore, the languages they spoke, the strange machinery they came here in. Everything about them was so weird, so abnormal. Eventually, when more "official" people started to show up (I mean, they looked important), Otou-sama was able to gather an audience with a few people that spoke our language (apparently it's called Japanese to these people, what the fuck?). As we learned more and more from these people, the more we knew for sure how complicated life was going to get for pretty much everybody. The world we shinobi thought we knew perfectly well was just a drop in a much bigger ocean, literally. In fact, the world was much bigger than anyone could have guessed.
When it got to the point where place of origins were discussed, these outsiders were pulling out maps of places completely unheard of: Japan, Australia, Russia, Indonesia, Italy (when I asked, okaa-sama said my name originated from here after she had traveled there once and was quite taken by their culture, where she got the idea of my name from some poet), Britain, the United States of America (I know right? Stupid-ass name). Apparently, our Elemental Nations was somewhere between this "Asia" continent, and "North America". Unfortunately, this only increased the amount of questions everybody had. No matter how powerful a genjutsu could be, it only affected the body's senses; strictly illusions. Based on the history of some of these countries, it wasn't uncommon for some of their people to travel around the whole globe in contrast to our Nation's isolationist attitude, so why was there never any sight or even a hint of the Elemental Nations or any other continent's existence? Despite months of "research", and I use this term lightly because despite the evidence, there was never any residue chakra that usually came from an illusionary technique that could be used to probe and further study in any way, therefore no solid answers could be drawn. The only thing we knew for sure was that whatever made the Veil (as what we came to call henceforth) in the first place was before even the Rikudo Sennin's time, and that it was created via an energy source that couldn't be classified as chakra.
The closest thing to a breakthrough we could come across originated from another sort of foreigners. These strangers were, above all else, something different all together. They were still human of course and it wasn't like these people were asses or anything, but there was something about them that made us more wary of them than the ones that came first. It wasn't just the language, or the robes/armor they termed as everyday clothing, it was just the general feeling one would get when in their presence. These people were strong; strong in a way that made you take them seriously despite the way the held themselves and looked. Like the other outsiders, these people came from places unheard of: Rune-Midgard, Tamriel, Valoran, and so on and so forth. Things got way freakier when we discovered just what some of these people were capable of.
For the "less-threatening" strangers, the ones that came to the Elemental Nations first, while their technology was indeed very impressive (My trips to the bathroom were always interesting ever since I came upon the amazing technology of Walkmen's and Gameboys! To this day, Ramen and Pokémon will forever remain as the greatest inventions in the history of mankind) and admittedly more advanced than anything we shinobi could even hope to replicate, if you took those away they were about as threatening as the civilians we had here in Konoha. These newer immigrants however, they were capable of feats only we shinobi could imitate, but somehow were able to do so by merely mumbling some weird words and waving a piece of wood around, if at all. Levitation, sparking flames from out of nowhere, morphing an object into another, teleporting, and other would-be impossible feats was just mere child's play to these people, literally. I could swear that one time, I saw one foreigner shoved another into a mirror and trapped him there, only for the two to laugh it off when his friend pulled his friend back out. Kami-sama, if we had access to these skills, who knows how the Fourth Great Shinobi War would have ended up! When asked on how they were capable of such feats, though, they merely replied with:
"Magic".
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Hold on ass faces, I'm not done telling my story, don't leave yet! Though I guess I could relate; there was no way such bullshit would provide a satisfying answer right? Unfortunately, though, they couldn't even provide a decent explanation. Either this "magic" was just too much of an everyday basis for their culture to properly explain, or they were just being cryptic dicks on purpose. Regardless, nobody was willing, or in some cases, capable of giving up many secrets so the best that could've been done was sign some treaties and try to make the best of the situation, and surprisingly for a while it did work out.
After the Fourth Great Shinobi War, it was just kind of unspoken that it was time to change and move on, that included to slowly, but surely drop our isolationist views and open up to what the world provided. The economy just sort of exploded for the world as there were so much more new and different things to trade and sell now. Jobs like ambassadors and translators were always welcomed as occasionally they were sent to other countries to build better relations with them. The Elemental Nations also took an idea from the west in opting out to try a kind of exchange program where we would send a handful of our people to the other continents and to learn as much as we could about them, and they to us. When it came to learning about each other's fighting styles, however, that was where we hit the proverbial wall. Because controlling one's Chakra was supposed to be taught at an early age, there was next to no foreigners that could be taught any of our nin- or genjutsu with perhaps a few exceptions. When they were finally able to come up with a good explanation, the Magi (the proper name the foreigners capable of magic called themselves, at least, those from Rune-Midgard) interpreted as "the mental energy harnessed from gathering the electrical signals the body uses to communicate with its nervous system and to project it to the physical world to manipulate freely as one wishes so long as the action falls within their limitation and skill".
…Yeah, all this meant to me was that I couldn't fly or make things 'splode at will. Shit.
Well whatever, even without magic, I was still considered one of the Elemental Nation's greatest shinobi, hell I was THE shinobi if anything. The second Rikudo Sennin they even call me. Eldest son of the Rokudaime Hokage, youngest Anbu recruit at the age of six, and overall a pretty awesome slice of cool. That's right, my name is Dante Namikaze, and this is the beginning of my story, because Destiny is my bitch.
Author's note: So this is the first of what I hope to be many successful chapters. As I said before this is my first shot at fanfiction, period. Some of you may notice that there's probably a shit ton of holes/gaps I left out in the story. This is because this story is just a prologue to what will be my main story. Also note that for all intents and purposes, my character Dante will be overpowered like all hell, but he will still have character flaws and weaknesses. However, do not hesitate in PMing me and leaving a review, for I am a grown-ass college freshman with self-esteem issues who has way too much free time on his hands.