I do not own any affiliations to Naruto/ Naruto Shippuden whatsoever, and make no profits off of this fanfiction.

This Fanfiction is based on an Idea I came up with when looking at the seven Swordsmen and Their sealing scroll. So the basic of this idea is, basically, 'The Heir of the Seven Swordsmen'.

So Here are things you can, or can not, look forward to.

Powerful Naruto. More than likely, as close to godly as possible without being able to win every... single... fight... Because there's never been a person alive that won every battle.

There will be no Yaoi or Yuri in this Fanfiction. Likewise this is not a 'Massive Harem'. It won't even be a 'Small Harem'.

Pairing is up for debate. You can submit ideas, but I won't use those that are too overly exposed. Hinata, Ino, Sakura, the list extends. I myself am probably leaning towards Fu.

Cursing, Alcohol/Drug Abuse, Sexual Situations may be involved in the story. I will not, however, and I repeat, will not, write a full blown 'Lemon' as I find it takes away from the plot and can demoralize an entire story.

The Ninja graduate from the academy at fifteen.

… I think that's about it... If not, someone will probably remind me of something I don't necessarily promote. Oh, one more thing: For this story to work, The Swordsmen will have to have been dead. So... rewritting the Anime/Manga, as such is Fanfiction, they're all dead at the beginning of this story. So we'll see how Haku ends up without Zabuza...

Also, I think I may do a story where Mangetsu (The guy who really mastered all seven swords) is reborn or placed inside Naruto. You guys let me know if you would want to see that kind of story.

On with the story I suppose.

Prologue:Scroll Of The Seven

Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. His heart beat wildly as he ran, the screams of rage and anger behind him, casting shadows in the shape of a mob, wielding flaming torches. Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. Today was his birthday, October tenth. His fifth year alive, and third on the run from the villagers. The villagers who had deemed him a demon, the hell spawn. Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. Who was he?

Naruto Uzumaki, five years old, and Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi No Kitsune. He had been born on, as previously stated, October Tenth, on the day the Nine Tailed Fox had attacked Konohagakure No Sato. Nothing was known, outside of an inner circle the child had no clue of of course, knew anything about his parents. As far as the general populace was concerned, his parents had been some faceless Shinobi, or civilians, that had been wiped out in the monsters attack.

At his young age, his hair, which had been a shocking blond, was turning a shocking white from the stress pressed upon him by the citizens if Konoha. His blue eyes were turning a dark color, with black rings around them. Under the rings, on each cheek, sat three whisker marks, a total of six. His current attire, as a member of Konoha's Orphanage, was that of a white tee shirt with an orange Leaf Shinobi symbol, and a pair of black shorts. He wore nothing on his feet.

Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. The mantra flowed throughout Naruto's head flawlessly. It was becoming a common occurrence for him nowadays. If it continued on for too long, it could very well become his Nindo, his ninja way. Run. Hide. Escape. Live another day. "Don't run, Naruto!" A voice called from the shadows. Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. "We just need a minute with you!" Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day.

Adrenaline rushed through the small boys frame. How long had he run? This territory didn't seem familiar. Were they nearing a border? He wasn't entirely sure. Because he had focused on one thing, just one thing that kept his going. His Mantra. Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. His eyes glanced back. Were the shadows retreating? Were the villagers actually giving up their pursuit? It would be safer to keep running a few more minutes. 'Run. Hide. Escape. Live another day. Run. Hide. Live Another day. C'mon Naruto, push! Run. Hide. Live another-'.

The mantra broke. As likely did his ankle, which twisted in a bizarre way as it fell into a small hole hidden within the growing mist that had started to surround him. His body tumbled forwards as he released a long, drawn out screech of pain. His body slid across the soft grass before the ground collapsed underneath him, allowing his body to fall from a devastating height into a hidden cavern. Naruto released another cry, his breath completely leaving his body, black spots dancing in his vision. His ears rang, yet he could hear the voices above.

"Should we trail the damn brat?"

'Fuck you. Go ahead if you want, but that's the border between us and the Mist. Don't scream if they catch you, they love to draw out your death." Shouts were heard, a few insults were thrown, but in the end, the flames of the torches, and the shadows that they carried with them, left the vicinity of Naruto's fall. A smile slipped onto the hurting child's face. His mantra had been completed. He got to live another day. With a low yelp, he put as much strain on himself as possible to pick himself up off of the ground.

A stumble, however, sent him colliding into the side of the cavern's wall... and, through that, a light switch, Lights blared throughout the cavern revealing hundreds of miles of a, man made, underground cavern. Scrolls lined the floor, seals scattered dangerously on the walls, elemental marks marred the two ends of the cavern, which had, apparently been, two training grounds. Placed, dead smack in the middle of the room, sat one sealing scroll placed onto a petal stool, with multiple other scrolls surrounding it.

The boy, leaning himself against the wall, wobbled to the platform before reaching out, and taking hold of it. With a quick movement, not thinking of the rudeness of looking at others property, the scroll was open before the child's eyes.

'Hello Reader,

If you're reading this, our assumptions that Yagura is being controlled by some force, and plans to have us assassinated, then we're dead. We, the Seven Swordsmen Of The mist, the greatest defenders of Kirigakure, are no longer apart of the living realm. This may not make sense to you, depending on how old you are, however, sealed at the bottom of this scroll is a seal, containing another sealing scroll. This scroll, however, will hold the Seven Swords of the Swordsmen, as we planned ahead for this. Every night we return here to seal our weapons, just for safety. You will not be able to open this seal yet, however.

Scattered around this room are other various scrolls. They are the combined efforts of generations of Swordsmen. Their knowledge is held in each and every one of the scrolls available in this room. Unless, of course Kisame leaves behind his Icha Icha books... Never the less, only one scroll contains the compounded knowledge of all Swordsmen on sealing. I don't know where it is. Zabuza got drunk while he was getting pissed off at Yagura and flung the scrolls around. We didn't need them, so we left them in place.

All kidding aside, for you to accept these swords, you will need to learn everything of the swordsmen. You will need to bring pride to these swords. Honor them, and bring their legacies to the light of the world. And you will only be able to do this by bringing together the combined knowledge of the Swordsmen. If you accept this, good luck you poor bastard. You have years before you'll ever be eligible to wield these swords. If not, what the hell are you still reading? Get the fuck out of our lair!

Sincerely,

The Seven Swordsmen Of The Hidden Mist'

Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. He could get out- No, scratch that, should get out while he had the chance. Run. Hide. Escape. Live another day. But he was tired of running. What was his point of wanting to become a ninja at this point, short of an easy way out of his hellish life. Run. Hide. Escape. Live Another Day. The boy that the village had wanted to make was scared. He wished to run, and hide away. However, the man that the soon-to-be white haired child wanted to be stood before him in opportunity. A blank shadow veiled the figure. And he urged Naruto forward, to accept the challenge left behind by the swordsmen. Run you little punk! Hide away you bastard! Escape Like a Rat! And live another pitiful day like you always do!

Fading, the opportunity was fading. His resolve was slipping. The figure of the future was fading into the shadows. The mantra was winning. Dark Eyes hardened, and teeth clenched. The figure returned, not shrouded in shadows any longer, but in mist, seven swords surrounding him. 'No, the village can't win. The villagers shouldn't win. The Sandaime... The Sandaime won't win. I will accept this challenge, Seven Swordsmen. Your last reqyest to bring pride to your swords. I will take up the mantle of the swordsmen before me, and I will take the burden of your legacies upon my shoulders! I will learn all that those before me have left. I will unleash the seven swords. I will master them.'

The scroll snapped shut as the child dropped to the ground, his back resting against the podium that had held the life changing scroll. There was a sharp glance to his swelling foot. It was discarded quickly. His right hand outstretched, grabbing hold of the nearest scroll before breaking the wax seal that held it shut. His eyes quickly began scanning over the words.

'This scroll holds the information to all previous Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. This contains their records, their techniques, and their abilities with, and without, their swords. Beginning with the most recent owners.

Zabuza Momochi...'

~3 Years Later, Naruto, Age:8~

Dark eyes glared around the cavern sternly. A light mist covered the area, but it wasn't to the magnitude that the wielder of the eyes, Naruto Uzumaki, wanted. He had thrown himself into the arts of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. He had devoted his entire life, his entire being, to what he had promised to the deceased swordsman three years ago. He had progressed with an extreme level of proficiency, yet not to the point that he wanted. And, with that realization, came the realization that he seemed to be so far away from unsealing the seven swords.

Run.

'I will not. I will not give way. I will remain as long as breath stays inside my body. I will not continue to run away. I will stand strong. I will stay firm!"

~2 Years Later, Naruto, Age:10~

The cavern cast no shadows as a thick mist covered the entirety. Black eyes darted around dangerously, fearfully. "Haha." A voice gave a chillingly disturbing laughter throughout the mist. Untraceable. "You believe you can take me in my domain? You're nothing short of foolish!" The owner of the eyes darted around, his form swinging. Ultimate Mistake. A figure materialiazed from the mist, a gigantic sword in his hand, a hole in the middle. The hole came down over the other figure's head before being yanked backwards. The head decapitated from the body, blew spewing about.

The mist slowly faded away out of the caver, leaving Naruto, and his victim's, form. The ten year old clicked his tongue as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a bingo book, before marking out a page. 'Maybe they'll stop falling into my cave now?' A smile slowly slid over his lips, revealing the sharp, shark like teeth that ha begun to take place of his old ones. 'Doesn't matter.' His eyes slid down the form of Kubikiribocho. 'I've unsealed the swords. And with them, I doubt a select number may stand in my way.'

Arrogance. You believe you're better, but you're not. You still cling to me. You still hide. And that is what you will do for the rest of your nonexistent life!

'No. I do not hide as a coward. No longer. I reside here until I have completed my task. Then I leave. And I will remain before any foe that stands in my way.'

~2 years Later, Naruto, Age:12~

Naruto's dark blue, nearly black, eyes stared at the two forms in front of him from behind his shocking white hair, a senbon twirling in his hand. The two forms belonged to two beings that had experienced pain as Naruto had. Haku, and Kimimaro Kaguya. Both had experienced the pain of loss, and both had been persecuted against, just like Naruto. He had taken pity on the during two separate outings he had preformed to bring more food back to his cavern.

The two hadn't been extremely hard to convince to follow him, Kimimaro more so than Haku, after all, they had no one else. They had lost their selves in self pity and he made them realize that they were destroying themselves. "Naruto-Sama, what are we to do?"

"Whatever you want." Naruto replied from behind a white mask with a blue triangle sitting at the bottom. "I didn't bring you here to train you. That's your own jobs. As long as you follow the ground rules that you stay away from my scrolls, there will be no problems. So... go train your bloodlines or something. Just do something productive."

You seem to be getting an even greater swelled head, Mr. Uzumaki. You bring in two useless orphans then order them off. Those swords are getting to you, aren't they? Throw them away. Throw away those useless things and hide. Hide like the little bastard you are!

'You're one to talk, aren't you... Kyuubi? You think that mantra you planted in my head has any effect on me? You're wrong. It has no effect. It is a distant memory of another gutless coward. But you've taken that cowards place, haven't you, Kyuubi? You run from the truth that you can't control me. You Hide from the power that the Seven swords bring me. You Escape my revenge by continuing to hide behind that seal. Just so you can live Another Day. That, Kyuubi, that is the only part of your mantra that has taken to me. Live... Another... Day.'

"You egotistical bastard!"

'No, I'm an egotistical swordsman. There's a difference.'

~3 Years Later, Naruto, Age:15~

A chunin wearing a Kirigakure hiatate stumbled backwards in fear as three masked figures emerged from the mist that had slaughtered his comrades and students of Kiri's Ninja Academy. Two of the figures wielded white hair whilst the third had black to contrast them. One of the white haired figures walked forwards, his hair laying flat around his head. "Now, maybe you'll consider us for the Ninja Academy Graduation?"

That all I can basically think of. Thank you all for taking your time to read this. Once again, I hope you liked it, and hope you will stay with the ups and downs that this story will go through. Also, again I'd like to say that I'm still considering the Mangetsu reborn as Naruto, so you all let me know your thoughts on that. It's great to have support when you're rushing into things blindly.

Once again, thank you for reading.