Disclaimer: I don't Naruto, I wish I had something witty to say or a half-assed, smartass remark as is the trend of every author who really knows what they're doing but I don't so I think I'll stick with something simple, that is…I don't own Naruto, that is all
Author Note: I'm going to honest and say that this story or should I say the idea for this story came about from an unhealthy combination of boredom and depression witha side order of some unholy combination of a couple of drinks mixed into magic or whatever the hell that thing turned to be, but once the idea came I just had to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard as it were. This might not be a regular fic and updates may take a long while in-between each other but I'll try to do what I can while I can do it ya know…
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Bijuu/Demonic/Jutsu/Summons/Guardians/Unearthly Talking"
'Bijuu/Demonic/Jutsu/Summons/Guardians/Unearthly Thinking'
(Impromptu Author Notes/Deep Inner Thoughts...mine as the writer and character)
Words with emphasis/keyword
"…and so it begins, the end that is" - ?
Prologue
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The story you are about to hear, about to read, is one that you've probably never heard before…never been told or you've never come across it even in passing, well consider yourself lucky or if you are the weak of heart and mindunlucky because you're going to hear it from someone who gets as close as you can get the whole maelstrom of things.
This is a memoir of me, from me, written at a time where 'me' does not exist or the concept that 'me' ever existed has expired, but be that as it may I will make sure that 'me' is not forgotten…my life and the lives of those who lived around me, with me and through me; Our lives, dreams, works, growth and finally…our end.
Shinobi…
The word that defined us and what we did, the word that was the centre of our universe and our very existence, I do not say 'a word' but 'the word' because all other uses of it do not scratch the surface of what it stands for and until you truly know the meaning of this word, then you may never fully understand, never fully comprehend that concept like we did… like we do.
The first of many things you must remember is like I said before…'I do not exist'. You might think that I just want to gain your attention and on some level you might be right but this is not written for you, as I have said before this is written for memories sake, so that when all is said and done our story, our history and our lives will not be forgotten.
When I say 'I do not exist', it's more like me saying 'I should not exist'…but unfortunately I do and even till this day my existence stains this world and still will for longer still even though it is one that should not be.
The shinobi were (I do not believe that those of this time that call themselves the word 'ninja' are anything but third rate washouts that would not hold a candle to the warriors of my time) warriors who deserve every bit of respect that the name orders, be that respect be in the form of unadulterated fear or just unrestrained adoration.
A way of life which defined a world where peace and chaos came and went in seasons, as they say "a time for peace and a time for war", and even as everything has a beginning…an end there is to it also.
But this is the beginning is it not, so let us go back to that beginning, to how 'the way of the shinobi' came into existence and to the end where after all was over, 'the way of the shinobi' exists in nothing more than in writing…this writing, and also as you may have guessed, in me.
My name…is Uzumaki Naruto, and this is what it means to be a Shinobi