Prologue – A cure for the boredom

I finally got the drive to write the story I promised I would. Granted it was a bit rushed, but oh well.

Warning: May contain OOCness, AU and other applicable nonsense

Bored…

The single thought went through Naruto's mind.

Honestly the Uzumaki wasn't sure how long he had slept for now. Expanding his sense, he felt that the energy of the world had dwindled since his last awakening, something that made him frown deeply.

Has the world degraded so much already?

He stood amongst the ruins of what might have been a temple, lacquered red pillars in ruins, ruined stone and wood scattered around him. In the midst of the wreckage, a single sword stood on an angle. The blade was something that drew the attention of many, it wasn't the strange seamless way the black metal handle attached to the blade or the strange writing on the hilt, it was the blade itself, which bore the appearance of glass, faintly glowing white with an otherworldly power.[1]

The blade was a final present from his last adversary, not Sasuke, he died long ago during that battle. No, it was Kaguya herself, in her dying throes, grabbed his once comrade's sword and impaled him with it.

Normally it was nothing he hadn't experienced before, having been stabbed though the chest by his best friend's hand, but when the seals placed on the sword began to draw him in, he doubted he would make it. Even with all his power, from the yang from the old man, the yin from Sasuke and the remaining chakra from the bijuu, this must have been something only Kaguya knew. His body had just hit the floor when his soul had been completely entrapped within the blade.

He kinda stayed there for a while, the sword of Kusanagi slowly shifted until it was the form it was now. After a while, he had learned to make a corporeal form for himself outside the sword, granted he could only maintain that within a certain range, outside that range and all he can do is maintain a ghost-like form, it was enough for him to actually carry the sword and move around.

Over the years he lost track of how many people had stumbled on him, or his sword, whether willingly or by luck. Many had sought the fabled strength his sword had—which was news to him since he didn't know anyone had found out about him. He denied many of them, but had allowed a few to temporarily borrow his strength. How many heroes he had allowed to use his blade for the protection of their people. From a young girl who sought to rule, to another that found his blade stuck unto a tree and slayed a dragon with him.

Much of his appearance had changed over the years. His once short spiky hair, although still slightly spiky, was weighed down by long hair, flowing past his ankles. His tanned skin had paled slightly from the time spent napping within the temple walls, and his frame had shortened significantly and began and had changed to a lither figure. It was a lithe figure, he refused to even think that he had a girly figure. No matter how many of his previous wielders—and god did that sound wrong in his head—complimented his beauty, he stoutly ignored them. His eyes had remained the same shade of blue that were like the sky and his whisker marks, while becoming completely solid in appearance, remained.

He was dressed in a rather simple white tunic with golden accents, the sleeves were tight around the biceps but become much wider by his hands, the back ends even trailing on the ground and was very dress-like with how it ended about mid-thigh, not counting the tail-like portion that streamed from the back and left of the tunic and cascaded to the ground like the sleeves. For his lower wear, he had a pair of white shorts, made from the same fabric as his tunic and with similar gold accents, and instead of footwear he had simply wrapped his legs with white bandages.[2]

On the bright side, now he knew what his mom might have looked like if she had the same hair as his dad. It wasn't a very comforting thought, and he knew that deep down.

With how bored he was these days, he kinda missed having Kurama in his head. It was a shame that when Naruto was shoved inside the sword, the remnants of the tailed beasts were ripped apart and were integrated into him.

Maybe he needed a hobby?

"H-hello?"

Oh what was this?

Naruto turned around and was met with a curious sight. A child, not even reaching half a decade old, looking as if she had gone through hell. Her white kimono covered in cuts and splattered in blood and dirt. The girl's white hair had spilled blood on it, as red as her eyes which stared at him in fear. It was the small white wings on the girl's back that drew his attention.

"Hey there," Naruto greeted kindly, hoping to alleviate even a little of the girl's fears. It didn't really worked. "What's your name kiddo?"

"S-Setsuna," the red eyed girl responded hesitantly. "Sakurazaki Setsuna."

"Setsuna huh?" Naruto floated forward, much like a spectre. "What's someone so young doing here all alone?"

"I-I don't know?"

"Don't you have family that would be worried about you?"

"They don't want me around," Setsuna replied mournfully, burying her head into Naruto's chest. "No one does. They hurt me and told me to leave!"

Naruto barely suppressed a growl. "Why do you think they did that?"

"They said it was 'cause my wings were white. That it was bad. But Setsuna isn't bad, she didn't do anything wrong."

Suppressing his anger, Naruto allowed the girl to cry away her sorrows, embracing the child until her sobs had ceased. Now left with carrying a sleeping girl, Naruto was left to wonder what just happened.

Maybe it was a sign that he had stagnated long enough. With a tired sigh, he forced himself into being fully corporeal and waved his arm, the sword was sent flying towards him. The blade shifted from the previous shape of a double edged broadsword to a smaller wakizashi with a black sheath. Catching the blade he gently tucked the blade into the girl's obi. This girl had great potential, he could feel it deep within her and he knew just the place where it could grow.

Off to visit an old pal.

[Kyoto]

Konoe Eishun was a generally busy man. He had his work cut out for him, managing the Kansai Magic Association, taking care of his own health and making sure Konoka was safe. So the man was not really expecting a visitor during his free time.

"Naruto, it's been a while hasn't it?" Eishun greeted kindly, sitting in seiza in front of the deceivingly feminine male, who sat nonchalantly on the other side of the table.

"Good to see ya too Eishun," Naruto replied, leaning his elbow on his propped up knee.

"I take it this isn't a social visit I take it?" Eishun glanced at the cleaned and dressed in washed clothing lying beside the blonde's sitting form, the small sheathed sword by her side.

"Had to find a safe place to settle down if I'm gonna care for her."

"I take it I wasn't your first choice for this?"

"Oh no, you were. It was either you, the perverted eggplant, Eva-chan or that guy I stabbed a thousand times but won't die," Naruto listed. "Al is a bad influence on everyone, Eva-chan doesn't like children and Jack is… well… Jack, enough said."

"Ah, yes of course," Eishun replied with a sweatdrop. "As good a reason as they come."

"'Sides, I bet your daughter could use a playmate. It can get pretty lonely here."

"I suppose so," Konoe conceded. "But do take care of Konoka as well?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

[Four Years Later]

"C'mon move faster!"

The exclamation was punctuated by the sound of another tree being broken in half and falling to the floor. Frantically, Setsuna dodged her, in her opinion, insane sensei. Frantically weaving through the forest to avoid being hit by the blunted sword Naruto had conjured up, which he used like a hammer to increase the girl's evasive capabilities.

Setsuna had changed over the years. The once white hair and red eyes concealed by dyes and contacts, now bearing black hair and dark brown eyes. Naruto had chastised her only once about this practise, but otherwise did nothing to stop her. While he preferred that his student wouldn't be ashamed of what she was, he would force her to simply accept. She will accept on her own terms in time.

Off in the distance sitting on a porch, Konoka and her father watched the sensei-student duo train, the dark haired girl watching in slight fear for 'Se-chan' as she ran to avoid their onee-chan. Eishun could only smile at her daughter's apprehension for her favourite playmate/guard.

It was incredibly amusing to him when the two younger girls had decided that the blonde was their onee-chan, despite Naruto's attempts of reverting that to onii-chan, the title had stuck. Naruto blamed his hair, which flowed like a curtain of gold, Eishun stated he should blame more than just the hair.

While Eishun taught her the sword style Shinmei-ryū, something the girl excelled in, even in her tender age. Naruto taught her the art of his sword, the "Everchanging Blade" was not one to submit to those of who lack resolve.

"C'mon Se-chan, I'm right here," Naruto called, swinging the blunted nōdachi form of the sword.

Setsuna barely ducked under the swing, slashing forward she brought the momentum of her roll into the strike, the katana-esque form of her sword flashing in the air. Her strike came short when a blunt edge met her stomach, causing her to fold by her midsection and be launched at a tree. Not the first time since they started a whole hour ago.

"Perhaps now would be a good time for a break?" Eishun inquired, watching as Konoka fussed over the beaten Setsuna.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Naruto replied, lifting Setsuna from her spot on the forest floor.

"Onee-chan, you should go easier on Se-chan," Konoka asked, still fretting over the raven haired girl. "What if she gets really hurt?"

"It's okay Ojou-sama, this was what I asked for." Setsuna replied. "Please trust in Onee-chan's judgement."

All the while Naruto supressed the irritated twitching of her brow in favour of healing the various bruises and wounds on Setsuna's body.

"We have a very important announcement to make," Eishun began as they neared. He waited until they were sitting with him before continuing. "Konoka, Setsuna-kun, you're both being moved to live with your grandfather soon to continue your education."

Naturally, his daughter did not take it very well.

There was some yelling, crying, objects were thrown, but they did eventually calm down the distraught girl.

"It'll be okay Kono-chan," Naruto muttered, unknowingly comforting the girl the same way her mother would.

"Don't worry Ojou-sama, me and Onee-sama will protect you." Setsuna said alongside them, "Right Onee-chan?"

Naruto's uncertain look caused the two to start.

"You are going with us right Onee-chan?" this time it was Konoka that asked.

"…I can't." Naruto replied, seeing no other way about it.

"What, why?!"

"Your dad has a job for me to do, but don't worry I'll be joining you after the job is done."

"You promise?" Konoka asked, holding her pinkie out.

"Promise," Naruto replied with a smile, indulging the girl with a pinkie promise.

[Years Later]

"Hello I'm from Shinmei-ryu~~ Just kidding, I am a noblewoman, come to claim the princess at your hand as compensation for the money I have lent." The strange girl claimed as she left the carriage she arrived in. the light-haired girl wore clothing befitting a noble and exuded the aura of a normal teenage girl, but Tsukuyomi was far from normal.

"I won't allow it!" Setsuna replied heatedly, dressed in an attire befitting a samurai. "I won't give ojou-sama up to the likes of you!"

As the years had gone, Setsuna had grown into a beautiful woman. While having an unfortunate lack in height, she made up for that by being the picturesque representation of yamato nadeshiko. Her hair had lengthen since her youth and by her side was her ever constant companion. The blade that tied her

Needless to say, it only heightened her classmates' beliefs on the nature of her and Konoka's relationship, as she stood resolutely against the fancily dressed, light haired girl on the carriage.

"KYAAH! That was so cool Se-chan!" Konoka said ecstatically, glomping the raven haired girl. Of course like Setsuna, she too was dressed for the occasion, within a floral kimono, looking much like a princess. Much like Setsuna, Konoka had also grown a lot, her body maturing into what could only be a breath-taking beauty in the future.

"It looks like I have no choice then~" Tsukuyomi uttered, before tossing at Setsuna, who caught it deftly. "I challenge you to your ojou-sama."

"Ara ara, it seems you children have caused quite the stir."

The crowd parted at the disturbance, separating to reveal elegant golden hair, blue eyes that shone like stars and the clothing that was distinctive to him, not that any in crowd knew the person was male. Naruto stepped past the people, his clothing had changed none, only with the addition of reflective metal gauntlets and boots—which were oddly high-heeled for a guy—and a knight-like visor resting on the upper part of his head.

The entire ensemble made him look quite like a divine being of war.

"O-onee-chan!" Setsuna exclaimed in surprise, in no way could she mistake the person who cared for her as anyone else.

"Hi~"

End

[1] and [2] – Both are based off of Depore Magnasetia in sword and human(ish) form. You might not know her or you might, it's primarily due to me reading that series and I really liked it

You made it through another chapter of mine, congratulations

Up next, heartfelt reunions and the chaos magically aware children can make

That's all for now, hoped you like the ooze that poured from my head

As always

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