Almost done.
How long had it been?
Too long.
He had found them all.
The ones in the towns. The ones scattered across the land. All of those hiding. Even the ones hidden away forever.
He discovered everything.
Everything in the open. All that was available the the public. What was only for scholars, he found. What was only for masters of the craft, he obtained. He got into the most sacred, most secret and most vile circles to witness what they kept in the darkness. Scraps of it, thrown away carelessly were gathered by him. Unbearable secrets, hidden away forever. Recovered.
He traveled everywhere.
To all Nations. To all cites. To the villages. To the farmland. The outposts. The camps. Meeting places. Ruins. Hideouts.
For peace.
Thousands of miles walked. Tenthousands of people talked to. So many places. So much to see. He saw it all. All those mountains climbed. Traveled the longest roads, and the smallest paths. He had explored the darkest caves and the deepest lakes, and even the see he searched till he found everything. All the battles he had fought, how often he refused to die, against enemies and nature. Cliffs had needed to be scaled. Swaps to be explored. Even a volcano or two survived, and don't ask about disasters in general. But it had been worth it. In the end, he got it done.
He got it all, except one.
What a lovely place.
On top a mountain. A small cottage. Build traditionally, mostly out of wood. Only one room. A fireplace. Enough space to sleep, to cook, to live. To wait.
Outside, an old woman was sitting. Her gray hair cascading down her back. She was drinking tee, calmly. Smiling.
Steps. Some one was coming. A robed person. Young, not even twenty yet. He approached the lady from behind, aware the she knew. He sat behind her, his arms reaching around her for a gentle embrace.
"Are you done?" She asks
"Yes." She could feel him nod.
"Have you obtained your peace?"
"Almost."
"Then it is time."
She turned around to face him. Her frail hand reaching out to caress his cheek, feeling the three whisker like lines on it. As he raised his hands to her face, his blue eyes met her lavender colored ones.
"Yes."
Her head rested in his steady arms.
"For peace."
He broke her neck.
What a peaceful place.
He found every ninja alive. To kill them.
He obtained all knowledge about ninja. To erase it.
He went to all places related to ninja. To destroy them.
For peace, every war had to stop. For peace, nobody had to fight. For peace, he killed everyone who could fight, could kill, could burn towns whit a single jutsu, could take one an army by himself.
And it wasn't even his choice. He had to do it. The was the child of prophecy after all. He was to bring peace to the world.
So he erased a centuries old culture.
All for peace.
A/N: Do you know that thing when you get an Idea that MUST be written about five minutes before you wanted to go to bed?
Luckily I got nothing to do tomorrow, so I could write this down like that.
The spark for the was an Idea I had quite some time ago when thinking about backstory for a Naruto/Negima crossover, but until now I never thought about doing it as a standalone oneshot. The crossover may someday even be … at least started. Maybe...
Also please don't take the mentality in this serious. It is the way it is simply because I wanted to give the whole 'You, Child Of Prophecy, will bring peace to the world!' thing a dark spin.
Read&Review and please enjoy^^