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DITTO CENTURY
Prologue
Wind echoed grimly through the cave, cold and damp, but warmed enough at the flickering edge of his campfire. The rain continued to sheet outside. Naruto let the sound wash over him as he waited for his slick wind breaker to dry on the ground beside his bare and muddied feet.
Yes, he thought. The storm is the percussion. The rain plays like drums to the crash of thunder-- symbols. A song set by God for man, to the melody of cackling flames.
...Set by God... Naruto laughed.
Naruto did not believe in God now. Not for a long time. Not since men had called him a god, when he was only just a boy who had gained a little strength.
If a demon's strength made a mortal man into a god, who was he to worship?
Naruto looked away to the dark rocks that continued deeper into the earth. Behind him, beyond the scattered and soaked brush at the tunnel's entrance, only similar shadows awaited.
Two hundred years was a long time to live.