Author's rant: Something I wrote out of my amusement when I was having a HUGE writing block of the update of 'The Ring Wizard Champion' and after I read "Will of Fire", a crossover of Naruto and Akame ga Kill written by One-Winged Angel of Death, the idea just kept dancing in my mind. Don't expect a soon update for this fic since this fic is not my top priority. Hell, I'm not even sure if the title I came up with for this fic is good or not.

Anyway, enjoy the show, minna-san. And the update of 'The Ring Wizard Champion may come in a few more day... At least I hope so.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my plot.

Prologue:

[Unknown place]

Under the heavy rain, a pale ash skin muscular man with a scar on his right eyes and a red tattoo ran from his left eye to his torso and his left arm could be seen standing as he looked at the world around him .

The world was being scorched and ravaged by the destruction and utter chaos. The consequence of his vengeance.

"You have done well, Kratos." Said a voice as a pale emerald ghost-like figure appeared from behind the man making him slightly turned his head toward the voice "Freed from the bondage of Olympus and cleansed in chaos, mankind is now ready to hear my message."

"Look around you Athena. The world stands in ruin! What good is your message?" sneered Kratos in anger before he turned his back and started leaving.

"Go if you must. But first, I insist you give me the power from inside the box." This made themuscular man stopped dead in his track

"The box... was empty." Sneered Kratos without turning to the former Goddess of War and Wisdom.

"That can't be true." Said the pale emerald silhoutte as she appeared in front of Kratos "I can see it in your eyes. You used my poer to kill Zeus. You still have it as we speak."

"Don't you understand? When Zeus gathered all the evils and placed them in the box. I dreaded what would happen if it was opened again. And so I summoned the most powerful weapon and placed it in the box."

"I told you, it was empty." Cut off Kratos before he muttered in a regretful voice "Pandora was sacrificed in vain... She died because of my need for vengeance..."

"You must be mistaken. You used my power to kill Zeus. I saw you do it... " said Athena before her voice slowly became thoughtful "... Unless... Of course..."

"When you opened the box, you released the evils to the gods. Infected them. Changed them." Mused Athena to herself as every pieces slowly fell into its place "Zeus himself fell prey to the dark evils. This is why he became so enraged and obsesses with your death. He was consumed by the evil, Fear."

"I thought the power I placed in the box was never released. All these years I have assumed you drew the power from the evils inside to destroy Ares. But I was wrong..."

"The power you took from the box is mine." Exclaimed Athena "From it you gained the strength that Zeus could never destroy. A strength great enough to overcome Fear."

"Locked deep inside of you Kratos, is Hope." Concluded the silhoutte as Kratos looked at his hands, which were now covered in warm blue flame "It has remained buried. Trapped by your guilt and the failure of your past. When you killed Zeus, you must have allowed something to awaken it. What was it, Kratos?"

And that moment, the silhoutte of a girl flashed in his mind.

'Hope is what makes us strong. It is why we are here. It is what we fight with when all else is lost.'

"What was it, Kratos?" unawared of what Kratos was thinking, Athena repeated the question impatiently

"... All I remember is what I have lost." Said Kratos in sorrow with his usual gruff tone

"This is why you should give me the power. I understand its true meaning and where it belongs. I trust you to do the right thing, Kratos."

"You shouldn't." Said Kratos as he crouched down near a golden blade that had a greenish hue emitting from the crossguard.

"You own me this, Kratos."

"I own you nothing!" shot back Kratos as he picked up the blade and glared at Athena

"I made you a god. I sheltered you from the wraith of Olympus. I delivered your revenge on Zeus..."

"It's over, Athena." Cut off Kratos as he gripped the hilt of the blade

"You dare strike me down, again?" asked Athena in an enraged tone.

But to the surprise of the former goddess, Kratos lowered his head before the pale skin man looked at her dead in the eyes

"My vengeance... ends now."

[Scene change]

A grey eye snapped open as its owner groggily got up from his position of sleeping, which was a large branch of a huge tree near a small stream.

"... Ugh..." groaned the young man who was clad in simple grey shirt, black pants and a pair of combat shoes as he stretched his limb. While his back was a little sore due to leaning against the tree for a long time, the sleep was really good nonetheless... Though he couldn't say the same about his last dream...

Shaking his head in order to snap himself out of his sleepy state, the young man jumped from the branch and land softly on his feet before he approached the stream and started splashing the cold water onto his face and his messy ivory hair.

'Oi, Kratos. Are you awake?' asked the young man mentally as he tried to shake off the water on his hair.

'...'

'Oi, Kratos. Are you awake?' the young man repeated the question in his mind after a minute not receiving any answer

'...'

'Still asleep, huh?' thought the young man as he cracked his neck a little so that he could discard a small tension in his neck. If only he had brought some Princess Straw Grains along with him, he would have made a makeshift bed made from straw in case he couldn't have found any good place to pass a night. Oh well, regreting wouldn't change anything, thought the young man somberly. Perhaps next time, then.

Shaking his head tiredly, the young man returned to the tree and retrieved his grey trench coat and his backpack hanged on a small branch. If his estimation was correct, the Capital was about two-day walking from where he currently was and while he would rather walk and enjoy the views around him than quickly rushed to that corrupted Capital, this time he would make an exception, especially that tomorrow would be the serving day of his bar again. But before he could start his run...

*GROWL*

... he needed to refill his stomach first.

Opening his backpack, the young man took out a container and took out from said container a small plate-size slice of strange golden vegetable which had texture more similar to high quality meat instead of vegetable. After taking a long sniff, the young man slowly chewed the slice of vegetable and savored it heavenly taste as he could feel the oxygen and nutrients concentrated in the slice of vegetable quickly washed all of his tiredness and exhaustion away as well as making his growling stomach shut up. Now he could run non-stop until he reached his destination.

Finishing his breakfast with some water from a metal flask, the young man put on his trench coat and his backpack as a pair of greaves with red wings coiled around appeared on his legs. And with a simple stomp, the wings spread out and the young man started running with an inhuman speed, leaving behind a blur of golden trail blaze slowly dissipated into the gently blowing wind.

(End Prologue)