I do not own Naruto or Spyro just my ocs and the jutsu's I made up.
Chapter 1 at death's door
During the 4th great ninja war…
The stone ground was littered with craters, damaged ninja weapons and dead bodies. A storm was raging over head. Here we find a battle raging between two swordsmen, one had a forehead protector on his head with what appeared to be a leaf carved into the metal. His hair was white, his skin was a normal peach like color for a Caucasian he was wearing a Hoodless cloak he had a sleeveless gray shirt on. Fingerless gloves that rode up just past his elbows. Grayish Jeans, ANBU grade sandals. He was gripping a Katana that's handle was shaped like a lightning bolt. The blade at the moments was arcing with blue and black lightning as it clashed with a near identical blade. This was Yoroi Dosu also known as Crash; fighting his reanimated father Yoshioka Dosu. Neither one could get the upper hand on the other.
"You have improved well my son you've made me proud. Yet you still cannot beat me." Yoshioka said while putting more pressure forcing the lock towards Crash.
"I have too much is riding on me to lose now. If I do, everything will be lost and the world destroyed." Crash said while pushing the lock between the blades back to the middle. Before both jumped back breaking the lock of the blades.
Crash's P.O.V.
'Damn, I need to do that technique that will let me put his spirit to rest to end this otherwise he's just going to keep regenerating. Only problem is I doubt he'll give me enough time to pull it off. Unless I can get his arms, but the only way that will happen is if I can get his sword stuck and survive long enough.'
I then charged at my father putting my sword away. My father held his blade with two hands and in one fell thrust the sword went through my stomach. I was in a lot of pain from it, I had to act fast. I grabbed my father's wrists and pried his hands off the sword's grip and pinned them out to the side.
"Dosu Clan Art: Soul release " And with that my father's reanimated body crumbled and collapsed without a soul. I finally turned my attention to the sword in my stomach I was weak and growing weaker from blood loss. I gripped it handle and slowly pulled it out I collapsed after removing it. I was still holding it in a tight grip. My vision started to grow blurry as my body started to shut down. I was dying. I felt so tired and cold trying to resist going to sleep for if I did I would be gone for good. Leaving my son without a dad to love, Troy before I taught him the last of clan's sword style, widowing my wife Anko, the Zero tails cursing at me do to the fact that it could not heal me and having no other hosts to go to, and the threat of the Jyuubi. The Shinigami hung over me waiting to collect my soul. Eventually sleep claimed me and so did the reaper.