Hey folks, this here is my first actual try at a story. I've had this doc saved on my phone for quite some time and I decided to finally just post it. So tell me how you like it or don't if you feel like it, just remember constructive criticism is always accepted. Thanks y'all!

In a pyre lit throne room, a man sat on a golden throne shaped to resemble the jaws of a giant fox decorated with hundreds of jewels, surrounded by nine women dressed in just enough to be called clothes, yet not enough to leave anything to the imagination. The man himself sat with only armored pants and boots. His tan chest showed thousands of battle scars in the dim light of the pyre, but none were as prominent as the burnt skin above his heart. His hulking arms grabbed on of the girls and made her sit on his laps, her fiery hair whipped about when it happened. The giggles augmented from the female occupants of the tent, and they were soon joined with the bellowing laugh of the man, his voice akin to a thunderclap during the strongest storms.

A guard tentatively opened the tent and entered. The sight of the red armor that looked as if it was made of hundreds of different plates tied together with steel cables made to allow more mobility when striking pleased the man immensely, which allowed anyone to see with a smile that would put the sun to shame, when his eyes fell on the spiraling fox that was etched on the left side of the soldier's chest. Putting his hand on the pommel of his single edge sword, the guard knelt in front of the man.

"Your grace," said the guard his head still looking down, "a messenger has come for you. He says that he brings news of the west."

The comely redheaded girl left her post on his knees as the lord stood, towering over both her and the guard with his almost seven feet frame. With a small noise, the lord allowed the guard to stand before turning around to look at the red fox on the banner behind his seat of power.

Having heard the signal, the guard stood only to be faced with the man's golden and crimson mane that framed his face and fell to his waist. He was startled when his lord spoke in his commanding voice.

"Bring him in," these three words were the only thing needed to command respect and fear from the guard as he scurried away to relay the message. Few minutes later, another man entered the tent. However, unlike the guard,who had a full armor, he was dressed in simple baggy black clothes that covered his entire body with metal plates only covering his upper chest, his forearms, and his legs from the knees to his toes. He also wore the spiraling fox on his heart, but he also had a small turtle sawn into his right sleeve. On his waist, he carried twin daggers, he had a bow on his back and belts of throwing needl were strapped across his torso. In a similar fashion as the guard did, he knelt in front of his king.

"They say you bring me news," said the lord.

"I do," was the only response.

"They say you went west."

" I did."

" And what did you learn during your stay there that you came directly to me instead of your master?"

"I went to the turtle my lord," the man in black said, "but once I told him what I learned, he ordered me to come to you. He said that you'd know what to do better."

"Crafty little turtle", The man muttered before exclaiming, "Well, out with it."

"War is coming soon my lord. Their king has no true heir, the one supposed to take the throne after him is nothing but a lion playing a stag, he is nothing but the produce of the queen sleeping with her brother. Not only that, but tensions are getting high due to their kingdom's rising debt and the dragons still having loyalists"

"The turtle was right," the man pensively exclaimed, "it is quite interesting."

Suddenly, he started laughing as if he had heard the greatest joke. The laugh was joined with the giggles of the nine women behind the man's throne, thus once again attracting his attention to them. Smiling like the fox who ate the hen, he reached back and pulled one of them onto his knees before proceeding to give her a passionate and lustful kiss as his hands started roaming her barely clothed body.

The guards in the room, already used to this behavior, turned their heads away from the spectacle offered by their liege. The man on the floor, however hard he tried, could simply not tear his eyes away from the beauty sitting on the knees of the chief. The way her dark blue hair swayed with every movement of her head hypnotized him. The way her ample bosom, which looked to be ready to burst out of the golden and brown top shared by all the women in the room, heaved as she tried catching her breath only for it to be taken away by the chief who pulled her into another breathtaking kiss mesmerized him. As she made a move to stand back up, the chief stopped her by pulling her in deeper and holding her close enough so that she could feel his member throbbing on her buttocks. Not forgetting the man that was still kneeling in front of him, he started talking.

"Rise my good man," the kneeling man stood up, but still looked down in deference towards his leader, something the man in question noticed, "tell me, why is it that you refuse to look in my eyes"

"I am not worthy your grace," was his answer, "I'm just a lowly servant in your army, I do not lead, nor do I fight, I have no wealth nor do I have any titles. I have done nothing to earn the honor to look into your eyes as an equal."

"Is that so," the king hummed, "we shall rectify this little issue."

He once again stood to his full height of 6 feet and 7 inches, towering over any men facing him.

"Tell me your name, rank and current superior," the king ordered.

"My name is Haku Yuki ,my king, I am the member of the Shadow clan appointed to the stag's court in Westeros under direct order of commander Yagura the Hidden Turtle."

Grabbing one of the two red spears on next to his throne, the king descended the few stairs to stand in front of Haku.

He hit the floor with the blunt end of the spear and proclaimed,

"I, Naruto of house Namikaze the last true descendents of the First men, and of House Uzumaki of old Valyria, king of the First Men and the children, emperor of Sothoryos, leader of the samurais and shinobis, and killer of gods," he once again stomped the floor with his spear, "proclaim you Haku of house Yuki, protector of the snow forests in the misty isles. I will give you a hundred good men and fifty horses of your choice, provided that they are not members of another house already, to build your keep and commence your household. If in the next five years, you successfully protect the Snow Forest, then you and your family will be hailed as lords of the snow and the keep you will build will be yours now and forever," he proclaimed with a final stomp of his spear, "Oh, and due to the immense service you have done for me by bringing these informations, I name you commander of the new fire shadow unit, pick twenty members of any other shadows and send them over here, you now answer to me personally as the commander of my personal shadow corp."

Raising his head in order to thank him, Haku stopped in his track when he saw the eyes of his king, well his left eye, it was of a blue so deep, that it seemed the skies themselves had converged in his socket, the right eye however was kept under a black eyepatch with the spiraling fox etched in it and rubies decorating it. A scar ran from the right eye to halfway across his cheek, mixing with the strange whiskers marking he had, three on each cheek.

" Now go Ser Yuki, and tell my guard to call in the warlords in two hours," he warmly said before looking at the women present in the room, "I have urgent business to attend." And with a pat that almost made Haku double over, he sent him away, but not before giving him a pouch filled with gold to spend in the most luxurious brothel of New Kon.