Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
I really wanted to write again, and this idea just popped into my mind. Why not have a Naruto with magic and spells? So I chose a magic system I was comfortable with, after all you should write what you know, and here we are.
Tell me what you think, pilot chapter.
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Many people have said that destiny chose its champions, but many others have said that champions chose their destinies. It also should be noted that those who talk of destiny are never champions. After all champions have simply no time to talk about such frivolous things.
A champion has only one thought on his mind, one single thought that will shape his future and influence his decisions. Those thoughts, his dreams, and his actions are influenced by his single goal in life. That goal is simple in theory, but a deeper look into this goal shows how many people have died for it and because of it. This goal only leads to death, but the ironic thing about this goal is that its sole purpose is to prevent death.
No matter how useless this goal is, champions will die for it, kill for it, and go to hell for it.
But sometimes, even champions fall and their simple dream is twisted and gnarled into a shell of its former self.
To protect your precious people, how simple it sounds – yet how difficult it truly is to achieve.
This is the story of one man who achieves it, kills for it, dies for it, and he even goes to hell and back for it.
This is the story of Uzumaki Naruto, one damn annoying bastard.
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Blonde, blue eyed, and whisker marks. There aren't many people in this world that can say they have those three traits. That's why Uzumaki Naruto was damn happy for these traits. It made him unique, gave him personality, and made him stand out more.
Although he never really needed these things to stand out, after all being the guardian of the strongest demon in the world makes you damn unique in a world where people could breathe fire from their mouths and can summon large animals to do their bidding, add along the fact that he shouted nearly every word he spoke and was a pure evil prank artist made him even stand out more; it truly was something to be awed about.
Uzumaki Naruto was and will forever be his name (He copy-righted it as soon as he could sign his own name). It should also be noted that his favorite color is BRIGHT orange, and his favorite color usually corresponds with his fashion sense.
Although those things made seven-year-old Naruto a VERY interesting personality and over-all fun person to be around, his social standing was the complete opposite. Adults hated him because they blamed him for the deaths of their loved ones and kids loathed him because their parents told them to.
Those things didn't get him down though, he was a survivor and he could easily survive this. No matter how hard it may be.
Things would have continued this way and maybe little Naruto would someday grow up to be a powerful ninja that would protect his friends and die a heroic death in the process. These things could have happened, but they didn't because Naruto deserved greater – he deserved to someday be the man who would revolutionize the ninja world. He did just that with one rash decision.
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Naruto loved nature, he loved the sun bathing him in its warm glow, loved the fresh air from the plants, and he loved those lazy naps he would partake in after a ramen chow down on some comfortable tree.
For that reason Naruto prowled the forest of Konohagure on that sunny day.
There was once a legend about this forest that Naruto loved, about how one of the greatest warriors of the past once grew up here. How she perfected her craft in the art of magic here and then stood side by side with those brave warriors to take down an evil demon lord named "Diablo".
Those tales were his favorite because they told of heroic champions battling the forces of evil, and although they were just myths; He hoped to follow in their footsteps and become a great warrior. Or in his case a great ninja and then to fight evil, be awesome, perform cool techniques, and be just all around awesome.
But for right now he was content with having a little nap, but something changed in this reality, a step to the left instead became a step to go right. With that path he soon found himself in front of a small cave, normal children not to mention adults would have shrunk at the ominous energy coming from the cave.
Little seven-year-old Naruto was not scared, and he pulled his courage from inside of him and walked forward. He simply forgot that curiosity killed the cat. Things promptly went to hell in a hand basket soon after.
He ran into the cave taking twist and turns when the cave branched off into multiple directions. His courage and bravery had made him foolish, and he soon found himself tumbling into the earth when a part of the cave collapsed.
He found himself in a particular situation; he was trapped and simply had no way to go back out. Most people in that situation would be in a panic, but Naruto was a survivor so he did the only thing he could do. He continued on his path, he walked forward toward the back of the cave - towards this unique energy he felt that had been calling him since he found himself in front of the cave.
A feeling that made him excited, he had never felt this type of energy before. It kind of felt like being around a ninja after he performed a technique, he had snuck in the bushes many times watching ninja train, but this feeling was different. It felt stronger, fierce, and even a little addictive.
Slowly he moved along the corridor towards the back room, his feet slowly moved step by step and his breath struggled for some clean air. The smell of the cave was musty and old, but it also had a little tint that just felt ancient. It reminded him of the old section in the library, he had visited that place many a time when the old man Hokage took him along to spend time with him.
The corridor had turned from old musty rock to hard stone bricks that reminded him of an old dungeon. He moved farther in and he saw a door half open that blocked his view of what was inside, but he could see a little bit. It was strange; he saw a large candle sitting atop a wooden table that looked like it was hand carved.
He stopped at the door and he involuntarily gulped, he chided himself for being such a wuss soon afterwards, he needed to be fearless. After all how could he become Hokage if he was too scared to even open a door?
He took two hands and slapped himself to make himself feel more alert before he reached for the handle to open the door. Slowly he inched forward - the door gave a slow moan as it opened. He cringed at the sound but continued forward, he didn't realize he closed his eyes and when he did open them the door was wide open and he could see just what was really inside the room.
The room itself was small and only contained a small wooden table with a bench, a giant dust tome sat atop where the door had blocked it from his view before. A roll of old paper sat in the middle, but what drew his attention was on the simple but deadly dagger stuck face down onto the table. Naruto couldn't help but notice that although it looked old it still held its deadly sharp edge.
He gave the room a once over before he climbed onto the stool to read the scroll. The scroll held a unique lettering that he simply could not read, the language looked overly complicated and he could barely distinguish even some of the letters. He could read of course after one of the nice teachers he had took extra care to teach him after the old man had gave them a tongue lashing at the academy.
His eyes felt stranger and he could feel them pulsating, he rubbed them – and he ended up cursing as they began to sting. The pulsating and sting started to fade – he looked back to the scroll and was very surprised to find the scroll readable. Whatever this thing had done to his eyes had somehow forced the ability to read this language into his head.
He read the scroll carefully line by line, it read:
Dear brave soul,
To whomever finds this scroll I have blessed you with the ability to read my ancient but noble language. I am Liana the Sorceress; one of the champions that have sent Diablo into hell for good.
That was many years ago and soon my death shall come, but I have promised to defend this land for all eternity. That is why I have cursed this cave to only allow the good and courageous to be able to enter it. My curse has deemed you worthy and with that comes a gift for you - this tome holds the secret to my magic and power.
I leave it to you to protect this land and its people, but this gift comes with a test to see if you are truly worthy.
Your presence has activated a spell that will soon overwhelm this place with fire. Of course the contents in this room will be protected – you however, will not be.
There is a single spell inside that tome that will save you, good luck you will need it.
Sincerely,
Liana the Sorceress
His eyes widened as the candle from before exploded into a shower of sparks - this action caused the small room to suddenly be engulfed in flame. The wooden ancient door from before sprang to life and shut with a thunderous boom.
Naruto knew he was in trouble and his instincts gave in, he grabbed the tome and flipped it open with all his might.
He rushed through the old book looking for any sign or clue that would save him. The smoke started to cloud his vision, but he felt something an almost hunger like pull to a specific page. He flipped through the book in a hurry, desperately trying to find that one page.
He felt light headed and it was getting harder to focus, but he finally got to the page he wanted – he began to read. The details of the spell was pretty simple, if you concentrated hard enough you could instantly transport yourself to your desired destination.
He focused and tried to concentrate as he gathered his focus on where the strange pull he had felt before came from. He tried desperately to concentrate and he literally felt the magic start to ripple around him. He grabbed the handle of the dagger to focus and again began to try to recite the spell.
The word literally sprang from his mouth before he knew what hit him.
Teleport
The next thing he knew he was in his apartment again, he had crashed onto his dining room table destroying it. The most surprising thing was that he had brought the entire desk with the dagger and tome along with him.
He couldn't celebrate his victory as he soon felt an earth shattering wariness down to his bones. His vision swam and he quickly rushed himself onto his bed.
He collapsed with a thud and he could only speak one word before he fell into unconsciousness. His only words were "Shit."
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AN: Tell me what you guys think, it's been awhile and my style has changed. My plot and focus is mainly based on Naruto with his magic. As for romance, well I haven't planned anything at all and I doubt I'll write any. Although if I do it'll be a surprise.
Also looking for a good beta.