A/N:

Alright! New story. Get ready.

Before anything else, I just wanna tell you that Scorched Earth will probably never be updated, as this story will have my full attention.

And the reason I made this story is that I want Jiraiya-sama to live. And have an even greater achievement that will obliterate all his failures in the past. This is for you, Jiraiya-sama.

This story is started on the day he died. And it is set on an unspecified time on Azeroth. A time when there was actual peace...

And now, on with the story!

EDIT:

Okay. So, before reading. I would like to warn you that I like to leave some questions hanging. And those questions will, WILL be answered on the next chapters. So, have patience and don't just leave right after reading the first chapter and finding something wrong. I will have an answer to that. Be patient.


Prologue: The "Death" of the Gama Sennin

Somewhere at Amegakure...

"Farewell." Jiraiya said before stabbing the last Pain through his chest. He twitched before his movement completely halted. His death was certain. "It's over." He told himself as he let go of the sword. Fukasaku and Shima both suddenly coughed.

Jiraiya looked at both of them. "Are you both alright?" He asked with worry.

"That genjutsu song really dries yer throat out." Fukasaku stated.

"It ain't easy gettin' tha harmony with Pa alright." Shima commented as he glanced to the other toad. "That's why we don't go around usin' it freely. It gives ya a sore throat and it makes yer jaw all slacky and it gives ya wrinkles to boot!" She added.

"I apologize." Jiraiya told them. "But you can both take a break now, because i've made my decision." He added as he walked away from the corpses. His eyes suddenly widened as another Pain appeared behind him.

"Didn't you tell me not to turn my back to an enemy, Jiraiya-Sensei?" The Pain said.

Jiraiya quickly turned and raised his left arm to block the incoming attack. The sheer force of the attack blasted him out of the building. He stabilized himself before landing quite roughly on the water. There was blood, on the water. A lot of it.

"Kiddo! Yer left arm!" Shima exclaimed. Jiraiya's left arm was completely torn off.

"I know." The Sage told her as he clutched his arm.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Fukasaku shouted.

"His face is different from the other three. He must've been summoned earlier." He observed.

"I see. It was before he was caught in our genjutsu." The Great Toad Sage stated.

"Now then..." A voice suddenly said from the hole in the building.

Jiraiya's and the toads' eyes widened. Six pains now stood before them. "Behold! The Sixfold Paths of Pain!" One of the Paths of Pain said.

"Six!? There's six of 'em!?" Fukasaku exclaimed.

"Look! Look! The three we just whacked are with 'em too!" Shima observed.

"The new one must've healed 'em with a technique or somethin'!" Fukasaku theorized.

"There ain't no technique that can bring three dead people back to life though!" Shima replied. "Are they even human!?"

"Pain... what the hell are you?" Jiraiya asked to nobody in particular.

"Pain... That is a name shared by all six of us!" One of the Pains answered.

"How...?" Jiraiya asked, confused. "How can there be six people who possess the Rinnegan?"

His eyes suddenly widened as he realized who one of the Pains is. "Y-you're...!"


The Fifty Foot Ant presents...

A new story on an alternate universe...

A universe on which the Naruto World and Warcraft World collide.

A story featuring the one who makes the girls fall.

The Great Gama Sennin of Konoha...

Jiraiya-sama!

Get ready for...

Naruto: Sekai no Samayō Sukuinushi (Naruto: The Wandering Savior of the Worlds)


'Y-you're...! That face! Is that you? Yahiko?' Jiraiya thought to himself. "What the hell is going on? Didn't you just say that Yahiko died!?" He exclaimed in anger and confusion. "Also... those eyes..."

"So you can still see Yahiko in me? As expected from his former teacher." "Yahiko" stated. "However, Yahiko is long since dead. All that remains... is Pain."

"Enough with your bullshit!" Jiraiya shouted. "How is it possible that you also have the Rinnegan!?"

"What's going on, Jiraiya-chan?" Fukasaku asked.

"Another one of my former students is among them." Jiraiya replied. "But he never possessed the Rinnegan."

"What tha heck?" Shima suddenly said. "Are ya sayin' that there are two destined children?"

'No, not quite... I convinced myself that the first guy with the Rinnegan was Nagato, but he looked nothing like the Nagato I once knew. Actually... none of them look anything like Nagato at all. But somehow, there's one that looks like Yahiko, but possesses Nagato's Rinnegan.' He analyzed. 'Are you Yahiko...? Or are you Nagato?' He asked himself. "Just what the hell are you already!?" He shouted angrily.

"We are Pain." Yahiko answered casually. "We are... God." He added before leaping off of the building. All six of them.

"Jiraiya-chan! Pull back!" Fukasaku ordered. But Jiraiya only stepped back, and went into battle stance. One after another, the Six Paths of Pain quickly attacked him. But to no avail.

'A God!?' Jiraiya said to himself. Suddenly, he attacked Yahiko, but his attack was blocked. "Yahiko! Why is it that you have Nagato's eyes!?" He asked him.

"Even if you were to understand why, you'd still be incapable of victory." Yahiko replied in the usual monotone manner before throwing the Sage towards a nearby wall. He readied missiles, firing them at where Jiraiya is supposed to be. However, Jiraiya managed to land on his feet, and then avoid all of the missiles.

"Kiddo! Give up already!" Shima shouted.

"Even if it means death, I need to find an opening to defeat them!" Jiraiya shouted back. Suddenly, the wall just behind them collapsed...

The Six Paths of Pain seemed to just watch what was happening, thinking that Jiraiya was dead. Suddenly, two tongues tied one of them and pulled him down the water. "His presence has dissipated." Yahiko stated calmly.

Meanwhile... the Animal Path Pain dropped down to a swamp-like place, landing on a what seemed like a rock. "Is this a barrier?" He thought aloud as he looked around. Suddenly, the "rock" he was standing on shattered, and dissolved. 'Gastric fluids?' He thought to himself as he jumped away. The sound of a frog tongue wrapping around something and the sound of a rasengan was heard.

"Rasengan!" Jiraiya shouted as he rammed the technique on Pain's chest, who coughed up blood. Jiraiya jumped away as he fell on the acids. The Pervy Sage panted heavily as he crouched on the "ground".

Pain suddenly emerged from the gastric fluids and pierced Jiraiya through his right arm and upper shoulder. A few moments later, he finally went limp.

"I finally managed to get one, but I had to drag him in my barrier to do it." Jiraiya said to himself as he panted. He suddenly coughed up blood.

"Are you alright kiddo!?" Shima exclaimed, worried.

"I'll manage." Jiraiya replied. He forced his arm to move and break the metal rod. "My body... My chakra's going berserk." He muttered as his whole body shook.

'Is it this thing?' Fukasaku thought to himself. He reached up to grab the remaining rod in Jiraiya's shoulder, pulling it off and throwing it away. Jiraiya's body significantly calmed itself down. "They ain't just weird looking, but they use crazy weapons too."

"These guys ain't human. They're really somethin' else." Shima commented. Meanwhile, Jiraiya struggled to remove the rod from his arm, but managed.

'Nobody knows what he looks like. Some even say that he doesn't exist.' The shinobi from Amegakure said. 'That face... there's no doubt about it. He's definitely Yahiko.' He thought to himself. 'But still, he somehow has Nagato's Rinnegan. Then again, all the others have the Rinnegan as well. What the hell is going on!?" Jiraiya pondered. He remembered the time when he talked to Nagato after he accidentally killed two chuunins. He then remembered what the Animal Path said. "So this one is really Nagato after all huh." He stated. His eyes widened when he saw a scar on the Animal Path's forehead. The green-haired shinobi that he encountered before. "That's it! I remember now!" Jiraiya exclaimed. "This can't be Nagato!"

"What're ya gettin' at?" Fukasaku asked with curiosity.

"This man... I've fought him before." Jiraiya explained. "He's a man I once encountered during my travels after following the Great Elder's Prophecy. I gave him that scar on his forehead."

"So, what'cha think he's doin' here?" Shima asked, confused.

"Tha more we learn 'bout this Pain, tha less we understand." The old toad stated, annoyed.

Jiraiya thought about what the Elder said to him. "If the prophecy is true then... I have to face them again since I need to confirm something. You two, please return home." He told the two.

"Excuse me!?"

"Forget it boy! Go out there again and yer toast! They have more eyes and they ain't gonna be fallin' fer that barrier trap twice!" Fukasaku argued. "They ain't on to us yet. We need to get outta here. Now!"

"True, I might get killed if I go back out there again. But there's also a chance that i'll learn his true identity." He argued back. "If I don't do it now, then there's a possibility that no one else will ever get close to him again. This is the only chance we have at uncovering the truth." He said before pausing. Looking at the Pain he had just taken down. "Besides... This is like the Great Elder prophesied. Now is the time for me to make my choice. You two, please return home with all the information we've uncovered about Pain, as well as this corpse. Also, tell Tsunade-"

"If that's all ya want, Ma can handle that herself."

"But-"

"Ya better not be late fer dinner." Shima told Pa.

"Yeah, when we're done here, i'll be bringin' Jiraiya-chan over fer dinner." Fukasaku said with a smile. Shima nodded, smiling as well.

"Thank you... so much."


A frog swam around on water, before suddenly spitting... Jiraiya himself. Whom stealthily went up the surface of the water. Fukasaku summoned a Fūma Shuriken. Of which Jiraiya threw. But it was easily avoided by the Asura Path Pain. They immediately went into formation. Jiraiya quickly looked at each of them carefully.

'I knew it!' Jiraiya thought to himself. 'They're all shinobi i've met before!' He thought. 'That's it! I figured it out! I know Pain's true identity!' The sound of gushing wind broke his train of thought. The Pains are leaping towards him. His eyes widened as he realized one is missing. But it didn't last long, the Asura Path suddenly is choking him, crushing his throat easily. He coughed up blood. 'My throat!'

"Jiraiya-chan!" Fukasaku cried.

"You figured it out too late!" Yahiko shouted from above as they all readied metal rods. They all landed on the same rock, and all the rods pierced Jiraiya through his body.

'I need to tell the Boss... before it's too late!'

"Jiraiya-chan! Hang in there!" Fukasaku shouted. But Jiraiya was in so much pain that he didn't even hear a word that came out of the old toad sage's mouth. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

'It's no use. My throat's completely crushed.' He thought to himself.

'Damnit, at this rate...'

Everything around him is starting to fade.

'I can't help it. I'm passing out...'

'Am I... dying?'

He kept thinking.

His eyes are now slowly closing.

'Have I... failed?'


Flashback...

The sound of birds echoed upon the peaceful village of Konoha. Meanwhile, A man wearing a short black kimono and matching pants. He was writing something. The man looked up at the sky, to the birds who flew to their destination. Their freedom, the peacefulness, the quiet...

'It's not about how a shinobi lives, but how he dies.' The man thought to himself. 'The life of a shinobi is not measured by how he lived, but rather, what he did before his death.' The man wrote.

Fast-forward.

The same man is writing, with a different attire and seemingly older.

'When I look back at it, my life was full of failures.' He wrote before pausing and looking up at the Hokage's Residence, then at the Hokage Rock.

'I was always turned down by Tsunade. I couldn't stop my friend. I failed to protect both my student and my teacher. Compared to the deeds of the great Hokage, my accomplishments have all been petty and insignificant.' He thought before pausing and looking back down at his writings.

'I always wanted to die like them.' He resumed writing. 'The tale of one's life is dedicated by how it ends.' He concluded, finishing his book and closing it.

'I lived believing that my failures would build character, and that they were trials that honed my skills. And in return...' He told himself as he stood up. 'I would accomplish a deed so great that it would obliterate all of my failures. And i'd die a death worthy of a true shinobi.'


Present time...

'At least that's how it was supposed to end. But, at the end of my tale, this is how I die?' He thought, frustrated.

'The Great Toad Sage prophesied that I would lead a revolutionary. A revolutionary that will bring great change to the world of shinobi, and that I would also have to make a big decision.' He pondered as he remembered the times that he trained the orphans of Amegakure.

'I decided to defeat Pain, put a stop to Akatsuki, and then save the world from ruin, but in the end, I even failed at that... How pathetic.'

He sighed.

'I never imagined that this would be the conclusion to "The Tale of Jiraiya the Gallant"... What a worthless story.'

"No, don't say that." Minato said. Jiraiya remembered the time when he made Minato read his first novel. "This story was great!" He praised. "Each chapter was like a page of your own life. It's almost like an autobiography." He commented as Jiraiya sat down on the chair opposite from him. "The way the protagonist refused to give up even at the end of the story was really cool." He added. "He's just like you Sensei."

"Y-you think so?" He asked, embarrassed.

"So, I was thinking..." Minato suddenly. "It would be great if our child became a shinobi like the one in your book." He continued as he put down the book. "That's why I would like to name our child after him." He finally said.

Jiraiya's eyes widened in shock. "H-hey! Are you sure about that?" Jiraiya asked. "It's just a random name that I made up while eating ramen one day." He explained.

"Naruto..." Kushina said. She walked into the room, obviously pregnant. "It's a wonderful name." She stated with a smile and nodded.

"Kushina..." Jiraiya said with a smile. "But then, that would make me his godfather, right?" He asked with a laugh. "You really sure about that?"

"You're my sensei." Minato replied. "You're a great shinobi who possesses the true skills of a ninja. And I couldn't think of a finer shinobi other than you."

'Yes... That's right!' He thought to himself. 'I named him...'

"I'm gonna be the Hokage! The greatest Hokage in history!" Naruto exclaimed. "I'm never gonna go back on my word. That's my way of the ninja!"

'Naruto...'

'Now that I think about it, you really did turn out like the character in my book.' He thought.

'You've inherited Minato's and Kushina's aspirations and wishes.'

'And I...'

'You're my sensei. You're a great shinobi who possesses the true skills of a ninja. I couldn't think of a finer shinobi other than you.' Minato's word echoed in his mind.

His thumb twitched.

"A ninja is one that stand firm and endures, no matter what." He told Orochimaru. It was back when they fought against each other along with Tsunade and Naruto. "Let me teach you something. The most important thing for a shinobi... is not the number of jutsu he knows." He said before pausing. "The most important thing is... To have the will and the guts never to give up!"

'Never going back on your word no matter what'

'And never giving up despite what the odds may tell you to do...'

'Naruto, if that is truly your Ninja Way, then, as your teacher. I have no business at all whining.'

He forced his body to move.

'Because... as everyone knows, a student inherits his ninja way from his teacher.'

He forced himself to get up even just a bit.

'Isn't that right... Naruto?'

He pushed himself up.

'He's forcing himself back to life with willpower alone?' Fukasaku thought to himself, awed. "Jiraiya-chan!"

The Pains looked back to find Jiraiya lying on the ground, alive. "I was sure his heart stopped." Yahiko said.

"Got it!" Fukasaku said. He removed his cloak and jumped off of him before turning so that his back faces him. Jiraiya then started the Finger Carving Seal, and started to write the code on Fukasaku's back ,who winced in pain.

'Never give up...'

'Clearly, that was the choice I was meant to make!'

"He's quite the persistent one." One of the Pains commented.

"Let's end this." Yahiko commanded. They all jumped off and started towards the two. But they were quite late. Jiraiya had already finished the encrypted code on his back.

Ta, 318, 8, 106, 7, 207, 15.

"Alright! I got it! I understand!" Fukasaku affirmed.

'A dying message? It seems to be written in code.' Yahiko observed. The Asura Path fired off a hand missile...

'Naruto... you're definitely the Child of the Prophecy... I know it...'

'I'll leave the rest to you.'

An explosion sounded, the hand missile hit the rock that Jiraiya and Fukasaku were on. Fukasaku managed to escape. But Jiraiya didn't unfortunately and was now sinking at the bottom of the ocean... his life slowly fading away.

'The Tale of Jiraiya the Gallant. Hopefully, this is a more fitting ending.' He thought to himself.

'The final chapter will be entitled: The Frog at the Bottom of the Well Drifts Off Into the Great Ocean.' He said with a laugh.

'Just barely glorious... But glorious indeed.' He added.

'Now I suppose it's about time I put down my pen.' He thought to himself. 'Oh, right... What should I name the sequel?'

'I wonder... let's see... "The Tale of Uzumaki Naruto." Yes, that has a nice ring to it.' He finally concluded as he sunk down to the bottom with a smile on his face.


Moments later...

As Jiraiya's limp body sunk to the bottom of the ocean, the water around his body started to swirl violently...

Jiraiya, being barely conscious, took notice of this and could only gaze at the swirling waters in confusion...

'Chakra infused water currents...?' He thought to himself. But he couldn't help it. His eyes slowly shut and his last thought was that of Naruto becoming the Hokage.


Theramore Isle, Azeroth...

"Lady Proudmoore! An incident report!" A patrol guard exclaimed. A beautiful lady with silver hair and a streak of blonde turned towards the patrol guard, with a look of worry and surprise.

"Calm down." She said soothingly. The guard calmed himself down after a few moments. "Now, tell me what happened."

"We received a distress call from the fisherman, saying that they were being sucked into the water. The signal was abruptly cut off, and the patrols immediately set out to investigate. But there's no trace of the boat or the fishermen." The guard explained. Lady Proudmoore seemed to ponder the incident and think of what may have caused such a disturbance when suddenly...

'Such intense mana! What is this?' She thought to herself as her eyes widened. 'Could this be... the cause of the disappearance of the ship?' She pondered. "Take me to where you last saw the ship." She ordered.

Moments later...

Several guards are boarding a boat, with a noticeable figure along with them. The villagers were starting to get worried as to what Lady Jaina is gonna do.

Just before she boarded the ship, she stopped and faced the people who were watching them anxiously. "Fear not my friends. I will just come and investigate the mysterious disappearance of the fishermen." She told them, her soothing voice did what she wanted it to do. They all walked away and proceeded with whatever they were gonna do. She boarded the ship, and gave the order to set sail.

An hour later...

"Lady Proudmoore, this is where we last saw the ship and received the distress call." One of the patrols told her.

'Surely enough... there's be nothing here.' She thought to herself as she looked down at the water. It was completely empty. No energy disturbance is lingering around the place. Without much she was able to do, she gave the order to go back.

As they neared the shore, people were gathering again near the shore.

'Were they waiting for us?' She asked herself. Then she noticed something. 'No, they aren't. There's a body on the shore where the people are gathering!' Her eyes widened. "Quickly! We must speed up! There's a man in there! It must be one of the fishermen!" She ordered. The ship started to sail much faster, and in no time, they reached the shore. She immediately jumped off of the ship, hurried towards the gathered locals. Upon sight of her, they all spread out to let her see the body.

'This man is no fisherman.'

'This man is not from Theramore.'

'Who is this guy?'

The man had several metal rods stuck in him, and he has a white, weight length, and spiky hair and two shoulder-length bangs that frames his face. Had some sort of red face paint, which ran down from his eyes. Some sort of forehead protector. He wears a green short shirt, and matching pants, a red vest with yellow circles, hand guards, a black belt. He was barefooted though.

'Wait, hand guards... His other arm is gone!' She observed. "Move away, i'm gonna teleport him to the hospital." She ordered. She walked closer towards the man and started the teleportation spell. They appeared right at one of the hospital rooms. The nurses looked surprised but regained their composure.

"Milady, who is he?" One of the doctors asked. Upon noticing the man's missing arm, their eyes widened, and they immediately helped Lady Proudmoore set the man down on one of the beds. Once he was set down in a comfortable position, they started to treat him. Removing the metal rods first. Lady Proudmoore herself started to cast healing spells on the man.

"Lady Jaina. We can handle this. Please don't bother with this man." One of the doctors told her.

"No, I want to help." She replied and intensified the healing spells on him. She muttered incantations, and cast the most powerful healing spell she can. The spell restored his arm, and closed almost all of the man's wound. The people in the room could only look at her in awe.

"Amazing."

"That's our Lady for ya." They gossiped.

"Alright people. Keep treating him, don't let him die." She told them. They all nodded and bowed their heads. Then she sensed something. 'It's that great energy again! And...' She thought to herself. She turned towards the bedridden man, who was unconscious. 'There's no mistake! It's this man!'

A cough sounded in the room.

And then a groan.

The man started to twitch. He's now conscious. He looked around, dazed and confused. "Where am I?" The man asked. Jaina almost ran to him, which surprised the man. "Whoah... ho-lee..." The man muttered.

"You're in Theramore Isle. In the hospital of Theramore to be exact." Jaina explained.

"Theramore...? Never heard of it. Who are you anyway?" The man asked.

"I am Jaina Proudmoore, The Ruler of Theramore." She introduced herself. A moment of silence followed her statement. She raised an eyebrow. "And may I ask yours?"

"Exactly what i've been pondering about." The man replied. This confused Jaina even more. "I don't remember anything at all." The man added.


A/N:

OOOOOH! Jiraiya has amnesia? Oh noes.

Anyways. Follow the story if it deserves one. Favorite it if it deserves it. Please leave a review. And it might take a while before I upload the next chapter. So yeah... please be patient.