Naruto: A Change in Time
What if our history took a different course? The shinobi world is the end result…
AN. Alright, so this is my first attempt at fanfiction. Read it if you want, I am really writing this for my own enjoyment. That being said, if you do see ways that I can improve, feel free to let me know. Also, the reason that this story has been rated M, is because of general messiness. (Torture, graphic violence, salty language). There probably won't be any lemons, but that has yet to be fully determined.
Prologue: The Change
"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this, too, will be swept away."- Marcus Aurelius
The omens were auspicious for conquest that night. That was what the Emperor was told. After the humiliation of Mother Roma at the hands of the Gauls, her legions needed the morale. They went to battle expecting to conquer, not to be conquered. Instead of a glorious victory for Roma, they were being decimated by a monster. The omens were auspicious for conquest, but auspicious for who?
The General stood behind the battle lines, waiting eagerly for a status report, not desperately, for a Commander of an Imperial Legion is never desperate. He was a man of the legion for over thirty years. Such feelings were for new recruits and civilians.
During one of his furtive glances towards the battle lines, he saw the distinctive sideways crest of a centurion heading his way. "Centurion! Report!" he stated with no small measure of force.
"Sir, we need to fall back to a more defensible position."
"Are you suggesting retreat soldier?" Retreat, while not forbidden in the military lexicon, was dishonorable, and above all, not fortuitous for future glory.
Before the centurion could respond, a giant root seized the Commander and enveloped him, before moving on to the stunned centurion.
Thus the Shinju tree entered the world and destroyed the might of Rome, and shattered the landscape. Plains flooded, mountains were flattened and the valleys raised up. The seas boiled away, only to reform on what was once land. And yet, humanity survived.
Centuries later, a woman ate the fruit from the tree and became a monster. Her reign lasted decades, until her own son sealed her and split her into nine separate beings. Thus came about the birth of chakra and the shinobi world.
End Prologue
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