Hello my Freaky Darlings, I'm back with Howl of the Arcana's rewrite...thing...yeah...
First of all, for those of you who didn't see the poll, this is supposed to detail "Naruto's" apprenticeship under Tyro Deth and will not accumulate a great deal of chapters. The Next story will be his return to Konaha.
A few things will be different as well: "His" Lycanthropic status is changing first of all, The spells will be either in Elven(Not proper Elven mind you), or Dragonic, and as this was supposed to be based off of D&D, I feel I should say that "he" will not be using magic as one might expect.
Now then, let's begin before I give too much away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or D&D
Sarutobi looked at the contract he had signed with slight relief, hoping that this would save a decent amount of trouble.
Sure, not all of the village would actively try to kill the child, but it's not like they'd all prevent his death if they saw the rest of the village trying to murder him. He wasn't sure how the seal on the child worked, but he was decently sure that if the child died, the fox would go with it. While the logical thing to do would be to kill the child to prevent any sort of demonic possession later in life, the old shinobi couldn't bring himself to do it.
Childbirth had killed his mother and the Kyuubi had technically killed his father, and to extinguish this small flame that represented the end of two families seemed... inhuman.
"But to let him live with whispers from a demon for Kami knows how long...", he muttered, watching the sleeping babe toss and turn, "This is the lesser evil, if what you say is true."
"Whether or not I'm lying matters little at this point; you've signed the contract, and the boy is mine until I see fit to return him.", the blue-robed man replied, rolling up the scroll and sliding it into a pouch at his waist. "I imagine he'll return near age fifty or so..."
Sarutobi nearly choked on his pipe.
"Fifty years? It would truly take that long to teach him to control the demon's influence?", Sarutobi worriedly asked. He had been under the impression that this would be a normal apprenticeship, lasting a decade or so as most did; but fifty years...
"Calm down; I don't expect you to appreciate the complexities of Lycanthropy or Interdimensional Transportation Spells, but the child should be back in sixteen of your years, looking sixteen to twenty.", The figure explained, sounding extremely bored.
"But... didn't you just say-"
"As I said, I don't expect you to appreciate the complexities of the pup's situation. Containing a demon, especially one restrained by such a poor binding agent, will extend his life and slow his aging process. I intend to give him a gift that will further increase those attributes.", he explained, picking up the child and cradling it in his arms. "I will train him until I think him ready, then I will send him back sixteen years from now. If you do not understand, you will in sixteen years."
With that, the figure turned and walked towards the door. Before Sarutobi could stop him, a swirling blue portal tore it's way into existence in the man's path, swallowing the tall man and the yondaime's heir. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.
A wrinkled finger hovered over the button that would summon the Anbu, but something stopped him from pressing it. Perhaps it was fear, perhaps guilt, or perhaps doubt. He leaned back into his chair and sighed, already thinking of a cover story.
"Minato, Kushina... forgive an Old Man for his folly."