The world changes.
It is inevitable.
It cannot be changed no matter how much we want to go back and fix things or go back to that time when you were happy.
Leave your home for a while, return to it. Look around you, what has changed?
The leaves of the trees? The grass? Sidewalk?
No matter how minimal it is, there will always be a change.
And Naruto Uzumaki, a legend among legends, literally. And no, it's not because he's someone legendary.
It is because even for mythical beings, he is a myth out of the imagination of a highly drugged sage.
For demons, for angels, for the fallen, for the Greeks, Norse, magicians, Egyptians and many more beings, Naruto Uzumaki was just a myth, a legend, a story to tell children before bedtime.
A story from a time as old as the arrival of the Biblical God on planet earth.
A story that tells the journey of a tragic hero in search of peace in a world mired in war and blood, but the fantastic of the legend itself was not its premise, no. It was that man achieved his goal, unified men, eradicated hatred, but not only, the ties he made were that response.
If it had been closed to the world by its harsh childhood, the world that they know according to legend would never have existed.
But that came at a cost, a sacrifice.
Not Naruto Uzumaki, the hated one.
Not Naruto Uzumaki, the one chosen by the prophecy.
Not even for Naruto Uzumaki, the hero.
But by Naruto Uzumaki, the man.
Its history and legacy would be remembered for millennia, even when today it is considered nothing more than an urban myth among the supernatural community.
The world was on the brink of destruction, but now there was no true hero fighting for the entire planet.
Issei Hyodou, was a pervert only seen a few times on the planet, the boy had a good heart, but did not have what it takes.
Neither did Harry Potter, whose days were numbered.
Not even the lost Percy Jackson.
The world needed a true hero.
The world needed a hero.
He needed Naruto Uzumaki.
And from my hands, from my tired hands, Naruto Uzumaki would return from his exile in limbo, or as those demons call him now, the dimensional gap.
Because not for nothing am I the one who has been from the beginning of everything.
I'm not death for nothing.
Not a simple shinigami.
Not Hades or Thanatos or Hela, or the Shinigami or any other deity of death.
But the true death.
The world will turn upside down again with the return of its savior, and that is an eternal promise.
Inside an enormous palace of a color so dark that it was assimilated with the nothingness around the palace.
There was a hooded figure in a long, worn black robe. These figures were sitting in an old oak wood chair, writing on a desk of the same material as the chair. He wrote in a worn and dusty hardcover book with the feather of an animal extinct eons ago and that used as ink the black color of the space contained in a small bottle with which he would continue writing until the end of time when the space finished expand and then contract once more as it did millions of years before, and millions more years before.
The figure took an ounce that was leaning on its side on the table. The oz was long and rotten wood with such a sharp edge that you could see the end of your days, or well, several.
He went out the non-existent wooden door and went to a mirror at the end of the closed corridor of his infinite and at the same time non-existent palace.
In front of the mirror she took her oz to rip the mirror in front of her which instead of being crushed by the blow, a vortex opened.
The immortal woman entered through him and immediately the vortex contracted back into the mirror.
The woman entered a space of infinite size, with all the colors of the rainbow constantly blinking. In other words, the epileptic nightmare.
Death took small but steady steps in an undefined direction. But she knew where she was going. She had gone there for him to look for him many times before in the past, to see him, to be with him, to feel that unique presence that managed to comfort her, make her happy.
Time was relative or practically non-existent in the dimensional gap, so perhaps death walked for seconds, minutes, hours, days or years. But she reached her destination.
There was floating a blond teenager with old and worn orange and black clothes, long black burned ribbons, or the remains of his Hita-Iate from Konoha, this blond boy is the last vestige of an era without a name, this boy was Naruto Uzumaki.
Death took off the hood with its thin arms, A warm smile made its way onto his face at the sight of the sleeping blonde.
This smile was one that someone would give upon seeing a dead loved one come back in dreams, this was the smile of a lover upon seeing his love return after years of loss.
(Appearance of death based on that of Marvel Comics)
His hands went to caress the blond's cheeks and more specifically, his whisker marks.
"At last the hour has come, beloved ... at last I will be able to see you smile again ... at last you will be mine" after saying that death leaned over the blonde lying down and kissed him tenderly on his lips, under them a Vortex slowly opened swallowing them both.
And before long, right where they both were, a huge red dragon circled in the nonexistent air. It was the dragon of dragons, the great red.
A vortex opened from an arid land and from this came a Naruto Uzumaki without any injuries and with his clothes being only rags.
More than a few hours ...Some animals...And the sun's rays were not enough? to wake up Naruto Uzumaki.
The blonde woke up very puzzled to say the least, the sky was totally purple and there was no trace of water.
And even natural energy felt this way so ... dirty and dead.
The only thing there was of water was a river that according to Naruto's view had no end, the water ... if you can call it that ... it was a neon green color with a lot of garbage in Naruto it covered his mouth with his hands to avoid vomiting, his connection with nature made seeing just that lake make him want to throw away all his dinner.
Still lying on the ground he crawled as far as he could from that green river. Disgusted and intrigued by the existence of that river.
He got up slowly from the arid ground and with more curiosity than ever approached the river, saw all the garbage floating in it, university degrees, sports balls, toys, bouquets of roses and many other things.
But there was someone particular that caught the attention of that river, an absurdly large object, or at least he believed, because in the river you could only see a large hand of polished stone, it was as big as it was, there was not much interesting in she. But something deep in his mind screamed for him to see the entire statue.
With slow steps that seemed eternal he approached the river, and just before entering the river a silhouette rose above him, looked up to pale a little at what he saw ...It was a ghost...A fucking ghost!
The ghost was tall and stocky with many scars on his face and dark shaved hair, his entire body was a light blue color, he wore a white robe and bronze armor, with a war helmet with a feather plume under his arm. Finally, under his left calf, at ankle height, he had a bloody arrow nailed.
And without thinking twice he threw himself into the lake thinking about the last time he encountered a ghost ...
'That damn ghost kicked my butt!' The first (and last until now) that he encountered a ghost was in his training with Jiraiya, for some damn reason the old pervert left him in an abandoned house, and suddenly Poof!
There was a damn ghost in front of him! I literally and figuratively kicked him in the storeroom, for some stupid reason, he never touched a damn treasure!
As he plunged deeper and deeper into the lake he cursed ghosts of pirates and of any other kind. Outside the lake the ghost was beginning to fade.
"Maybe I should have warned him about thinking of a part of his body before he threw himself into the river ... well he must be one more soul in the river so it doesn't matter anymore" The ghost shrugged before disappearing completely.
Back in the river, Naruto held his breath as he could ...The blonde patted his face for his stupidity, stopped holding his breath and instead concentrated Isobu's chakra throughout his body.
"Hahahaha, take that sea! You can't contain Naruto Uzumaki anymore!" He had to thank the big turtle when he saw her again.
That highly polluted river in which it submerged looked very small on the surface, yet it was very deep.
The further I went into the lake I see more objects, each one older than the other, most of which Naruto did not recognize its origin.
The arm of the statue was giant, even with so much time submerging it did not reach the torso of the statue.
But at the rate he was going he would finally catch up with him in no time.
As if his words were magic, he finally reached the end of the arm, I notice how the torso was more colossal than the arm, but the clothes sculpted on the statue were...Familiar.
The green water did not give much to see, so with more determination it floated to the face of the statue.
The face of the statue was very worn and moldy, but still he could recognize his own face when he saw it ... Wait!
I float closer to the face and notice how similar the features were to his, his hand unconsciously reaching out to his cheeks, just at his whisker marks ...
But the statue suddenly glowed! And in an instant they both disappeared from the Styx River.
Somewhere without a name for some, a huge dragon floated freely, and even if one observed in more detail one would observe the joy in the dragon.
The space around the dragon could only be described as hell, lava running in rivers, the arid and burned land, full of volcanoes.
But something stopped the dragon spiel, suddenly stopped from its flight in the open air, paralyzed by a feeling he had not felt in a long time, fear, hope ... there were too many emotions in the dragon that could not be described.
I wish I could speak to your host right now but he was still too weak ...He was still too weak for this ...
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