Naruto: Tribal King
1. Fighters of Konoha


The Tribal King is said to be a mighty warrior, one such that only comes around every couple of hundred years. Through a tournament that consisted of pure skill in combat, whoever the victor was, would be named the King. A King was only necessary to have when tribes and neighboring countries are unsettled towards each other, and animosity exists, along with war. The King brings peace to all countries, and unites the people.

A Tournament for the Tribal King would only be held if representatives of each country agreed to there being a tournament.

That was why, the world as they know it – their present time in which this story takes place – there hasn't been a Tribal King for over 500 years.

Representatives from all countries met to vote, and by unanimous vote, it was decided.

It was time for a new Tribal King to rise and bring all countries together.


A time was given: a year.

Each tribe had a year to select their strongest fighter, and prepare them for the tournament.

In order to do that, every tribe held their own tournament to see who would triumph in combat.


In the Fire Country, in a village known as Konoha where several neighboring tribes resided, said inner-tournaments were taking place.

The night was dark, but warm, and stars littered the sky like shattered diamonds. Smoke filtered through the air as the flames of the bonfires swayed dangerously, their cackles drowned by the beating of the drums. The audience watched with mounting anxiety as the two fighters circled each other in the fighting ring, both just as bloodied and bruised, both looking worse for wear. Hooting and howls cried out from the rowdy observers when the two fighters finally collided once more, and for the last time.

Brutal punches were exchanged. Claws ripped at each other. Snarls were drowned by the crowd. They collided to the floor as they wrestled for dominance, fists smacking harshly into jaws, claws ripping through flesh. Blood splattered across the already-bloody ground. After some struggling, one of the fighters managed to pin the other down and the referee of the fight counted before a victor was finally found.

Tired, exhausted, aching, bruised, bloodied and tattered, the winner rose, and the referee raised his arm into the humid air. Panting, the victor flashed a roguish grin at the howling crowd cheering for him, baring fangs and all before he threw his own head back, sweaty, brunette mane tossed backwards and sticking to his just as sweaty back. He howled at the full moon.

Inuzuka Kiba, the referee cried the victor's name. The tribe celebrated his victory. He would represent them in the tournament.

He will fight for Tribal King.


In another part of Konoha, another inner-tournament was taking place. The Head Chief watched impassively as the final two combatants fought to represent their tribe. His pale, milky eyes took in everything: the slick way they moved, the quick way they struck. They were both very, very good fighters. Better than good.

They were great.

They were deadly.

His eyes were trained on one of the fighters, one with pale eyes such as his own. He already knew the outcome of the tournament. Though they were both great, there was always one that was best. Hyuuga Hiashi watched calmly, his daughters on either side of him, Hyuuga Hinata and Hyuuga Hanabi. Hinata looked nervous as she wrung her fingers worriedly. Hanabi, on the other hand, looked like the perfect image of her father.

It wasn't until the pale eyed fighter struck a few more deathly hits (fast, he was, that most of the observers couldn't even tell what happened), and his opponent dropped unconscious to the ground, that Hinata relaxed and let out a relieved breath. The audience cheered.

The Head Chief looked at his nephew and gave an acknowledging nod, to which the pale-eyed fighter bowed.

Hyuuga Neji will fight for Tribal King.


He wasn't worried. Everything about him was the perfect image of calm. From his posture, to his movements, and to his facial expression, he was calm. It irked his opponent to bare his fangs and snarl at him, trying to provoke the calm, red-eyed one. The cool expression on his face only proved to irritate his opponent more.

In a moment of aggravation (and desperation?) his opponent charged. The red-eyed one didn't even blink or bat an eyelash. He merely flexed his hands, claws at the ready before, in a blink of an eye, he was no longer standing where he was, but crouching in front of his charging opponent who had frozen because of the elbow jammed into his abdomen. He wheezed and hacked, blood spluttering from his mouth as he doubled forward. He didn't have time to collect himself when the red-eyed one was suddenly behind him, smashing his elbow into the back of his neck, and raising his knee to slam it beneath his chin.

He grabbed his opponent's neck and hurried his decent to the ground, slamming him face-first into the earth. There was some struggle from the man beneath him, but the struggling eventually ceased, as he fell unconscious. Vicious howls, snarls, hoots and cheers roared from the audience as they cheered the red-eyed one. They watched as he straightened himself, the light of the fire dancing over pale skin and red eyes that bled to onyx. He raked his finger through raven-hair.

The Head Chief looked very satisfied and approved by the winner and announced his victory.

Uchiha Sasuke will fight for Tribal King.


It was an honorable fight. The whole tribe would agree to that.

Though they had to admit, they were rather worried, especially when the winner was the green-clad one who flashed such bright and dazzling smiles they blinded the one at the receiving end. But surely they should put more faith in the boisterous, youthful, bright, speedy one with the bowl-cut shaped hair?

Either way, it didn't stop some from praying to the deities that night as they celebrated the green-clad one's victory. The Head Chief patted the youngster on the back, declaring his victory and boisterously proclaiming more rum be brought over.

Rock Lee will fight for Tribal King.


There were no rules to the tournament, other than that they were all to be one-on-one fights, and only one will eventually be proclaimed winner.

No other rules.

Meaning, you could die.

Anyone could enter.

Anyone.

That was why Nara Shikamaru eyed his opponent warily. It was quite a troublesome fight, he decided as his female enemy grinned viciously at him. The whole blasted tournament was troublesome. Whoever won this round would go on into the final round. How he got that far, Shikamaru didn't know, considering what a lazy-ass he was. None of it was worth getting clobbered by a female, especially one who could leave craters in the earth, and obliterate him with one punch.

Which was why he forfeited the fight. Because it was too troublesome.

His opponent went on to the final round and won.

Haruno Sakura will fight for Tribal King.


It wasn't sure whether there was an actual fight in one particular village.

There were rumors that they had a… competition to see who would eat the most. It was a rumor, though no one in Konoha could ever be so sure with them.

But either way, they did declare a victor.

Akimichi Chouji will fight for Tribal King.


No one really knew what happened.

One second the final round opponents were facing each other… and the next… well… One was standing calmly, while the other was knocked out on the ground, drool running from his wide-opened mouth.

The spectators exchanged confused looks.

The Head Chief scratched his head and shrugged.

Aburame Shino will fight for Tribal King.


It wasn't something she usually resorted to, or depended on using. It was only at certain moments where, when she felt it was necessary, that she dared to use that tactic.

Which was why, both opponents bloodied and hardly standing, she used it.

She invaded her opponent's very mind; their very body; saw their thoughts; saw through their eyes.

And it was through their eyes and body that she made her opponent forfeit.

Yamanaka Ino will fight for Tribal King.


They were allowed to fight with weapons.

As many as they wanted.

Though a lot of tribes preferred to fight with their bare hands, there were still the few who mastered the art of weaponry.

Such as one particular tribe where a rain of weapons spiraled downward towards the combatant rooted to the ground. They managed to dodge some, but some wasn't enough to save their blood from spilling on the already bloodied Earth. The one responsible for said weapons landed gracefully in a crouched position before standing up and facing the Head Chief.

The Head Chief applauded, before the rest of the people joined in.

Tenten will fight for Tribal King.


They were a small tribe, hardly worth noticing since they never took part in the tournament in the first place.

But it was worth noting the young, youthful one who approached the Head Chief that particular night, requesting he fight in the tournament. The Head Chief looked uncertain and told him his doubts, to which the blue-eyed, blonde one grinned and declared he will win no matter what. Dattebayo!

The Head Chief sighed, knowing there was no stopping the boy when he set his mind to doing something. There was no point in arguing.

Uzumaki Naruto will fight for Tribal King.


AN: I'm in a hurry to get this out before I head to work. I know, I know, I have other fics to work on, but this... I just had to write and post up. And you know, I just realized, Tenten's last name is unknown. o.O Hmm.

Anywho, I hope you're all interested so far! So don't forget to review!

--FT-sama