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Viewing civilians gives your idea a go; mean, I would say Julius is a Minato clone before anything is said. Anyway, it will be most likely a few more, counting this, chapters before having times to after the fourth war, Kaguya and into the start of Naruto becoming a Guild Master, in this story, it should be clear that would happen; however, I have no interest in writing this, I don't.
As I said in the last chapter, it would be the same; no one within Fairy Tail would handle anything close; in fact, look up kid Naruto power scaling. He and Sasuke were on another level. It wouldn't make sense for anyone in the guild currently to have any involvement at all.
So we have two marks I have to plan: Naruto becomes an S-rank, getting fame, notes, and a test. The first-ever Grand Magic Games, then a conflict between him and other Narutoverse characters.
Anyway, I own nothing.
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He ended this mission in a single week, cloning himself hundred times over, all using light magic to shift and change their looks sent out to collect as much information as they could. About the city, world, mayor, and everything in between. It's easy for a shinobi, being taught since birth, to discover and collect as much information at any time. More so than the police stations within the city.
During that week, he learned his client is genuinely telling the truth. The man had no dirty angle, nothing, pure as the sky. He spent his life creating a city based on a humble dream and ties with one's words and promises. Naruto respected the man, believing his statements and promises no matter what. It's the reason he is hunting down Makarov.
He wanted to change the kids' perspective, how the tragedy that surrounded their family wasn't his father's doing. Many lose themselves chasing their dreams, how seeking death can only destroy him, but he didn't have the time for this, for a rumor started spreading, sinking through the very soul of man. Fairy Tail, his guild, has lost their master, their ace, their S-rank mages, and all those taking that test are dead.
The Rune Knights who served under the Magic Council reported this, making it more than a rumor or a jealous guild—saying how it's a report between a battle, how a dark guild attempted to raid the island ending with something terrifying, world-ending to destroy the very island. The minute he heard hundreds speck the rumor, he could afford to stay.
The minute the boy was found, Naruto struck. Taking his sight in blinding light, he gave the father an attempt to make things right. The boy would rely on him for a long time—enough time for them both to heal. Leaving without a reward, the boy left. Flying through the sky at a speed beating sound, he traveled through the country relatively quickly. Crushing the ground, he ignored the damage around him, throwing the doors wide open; his worry became true.
It was easy to see the lack of anyone. Maybe twenty members of the guild remained in the walls of Fairy Tail. However, the sadness is evident. Biting his gums, he knew loss; however, he didn't know those they lost. Only names and faces, he didn't realize personalities, didn't have stories, didn't have a bond.
"Master," He mumbled low; the somewhat drunk Marco laughed hearing that.
"I suppose I am, and as master of Fairy Tail, what's left anyway." Rubbing his face, the empty bottle of spilled ale dripping from the table evidence enough. "How was the job, brat?"
"Saved the man, and hopefully, his family will be whole again." Humming, the current master of Fairy Tail nodded. "I've heard what happened," Naruto spoke, missing the sadness they all held. "I've lost people important to me too, so I know what everyone is going through. Hell, I left my village to join this guild. But winning and sulking will do nothing; we're past that point in our lives. All we can do is stand on our feet and keep living, fighting, and what being a member of fairy tail means." They couldn't afford to sulk, to remain in their drink and soak in tears.
Naruto never got a genuine chance to mourn the older man Hiruzens' death, so why should they? Be strong and keep what it means to be a Fairy Tail mage; that's what they must do. Shimmer blue met dark and faded blue, the stare down silent and lacking everything, the boy scoffing wasn't even given a reply by the new fourth master.
"I'm taking a job," Sipping from what little of a drink he had left, Marco replayed the kids' words over and over. He knew them; Naruto didn't. Naruto didn't watch kids grow into adults of their own, watching a troubled youth find his heart and watch a slave girl find her thoughts and independence. He didn't comfort overprotective siblings over losing their sister; he didn't stand behind Makarov in all his might and glory, never laughed drunk off their ass, or comfort Gildarts cry about losing the love of his life.
Marco never watched as Cana tells Gildarts her secret, never watched her become an S-rank mage. This kid didn't know a fucking thing about loss!
Those within earshot very much thought the very same. The new member couldn't understand what they're going through. Narutos' a child, what pain could he know? Who could a boy that young lose? They all believed this, and while dozens left, their mark vanishing, the little few still wearing a mark sat and cried, walking through their city without knowing just what's accruing.
How a blond child is not stopping; as months went by, they all never wanted the blond boy to become their back, strength, mind, and name. Taking any jobs he could reach, taking dozens at a single moment, never resting. With bloody and dented metal and heavy bags under his eye, the boy returned to a guild that lost its heart. He took it upon himself to carry the weight of a guild, each member that was once a member he took the jobs they would attempt.
Even with a consideration that many thought would crumble and break, the boy bathed in light, for that's all he needed to move, to breath, think, to fight for him and the others. Just a glimpse, a speck of sunlight to show.
The missions ranked so highly in this amount of work, completing hundreds in three months has earned him a title in some eyes. The light is more important than his very blood and soul, now more critical than ever.
A mage should never take jobs solo, and only fools like to take employment by themselves. The threat of clients lying, the danger of an unknown factor is and always will be present. Naruto ran into a man with such hate for the mark on his hand for no reason. For existing in his sight, the boy under attack without any warning signs. Purple blast magic latching out, destroying all within its reach.
Cursing under his breath, Naruto stared at his attacker, the older man wearing something a Monk would wear, massive beads on a necklace. The man slowly turning grey had a look that screamed superiority.
"You're the little fairy," The harsh man spoke; the boy before him is the last leg of Fairy Tail, the one's proud guild nothing but weak and powerless members too cowardly to perform basic jobs.
Jiemma Orland stared down the boy, his purple magic flaring. Blast magic destroying everything where that boy stood, everything but him.
"Yeah, I don't swing that way, big guy, so you might want to find someone else." Laughing at the blast mage who couldn't catch him. The delay of the explosion was enough for a boy to fast and sound. He would teleport in a single spot. Over and over, after every spell and any counter, the older mage could consider the boy remained where he started, unharmed.
"Here's a hint, maybe do something else. You know, after the hundredth time, maybe the same spell isn't cutting it. Which is ironic coming from me." The boy is rubbing the back of his head, laughing at that and seeming bashful.
"Shut up and let me crush you like the insect you fairies are." Raising an eyebrow, the man gathered more magic, only to lose his lunch, feeling a hand bury into his stomach, leaning forward in pain, and without air, this brawl was over rather swiftly. The older man flung through the forest with a blinding light, crushing tree after tree defeated so swiftly and without much care.
"Or maybe not, can't handle a love tap big guy!" The blond boy laughed, watching the massive man slowly but surely returned to his feet. His chest will scar from that hit, the burn from light leaving its mark. Twisted, like a drill, tore his skin apart. "I'll give you created, though; most don't get up after a Rasengan." The man is getting to his feet.
It took him ten whole minutes to get to a knee, only for a foot glowing yellow to step his skull into the ground. Crushed into the ground, kicked in the side, skidding across the grass. He couldn't reach a knee, let alone his feet. Jiemma Orland was beaten by a fairy, by a child, by a new mage. Watching, barely breathing as the boy counted on his path, he realized something. That headband is from a shinobi village. From a country far from here, far into the sea, a shinobi. How did Fairy Tail get their hands on a rogue shinobi?
"If I were anyone else, you would be dead now. Remember this when a Fairy looked down upon you and decided your life isn't worth taking." With this said, he left, returning to his task whatever it may be, leaving a broken saber. With hate so mighty, he swore he would never feel this way again. Enough to raise a guild to destroy the fairies he despised.
Fairy Tail, what could they have done in the past? It wasn't the first time someone tried beating him out of nowhere. Not being mugged or anything close, people with a need of another beating, to prove that their defeat at the hands of Fairy Tail was just luck and nothing more. They quickly discovered the current strongest mage of Fairy Tail is no one to underestimate.
The light user took the very concept of light magic and shifted the element's capabilities, using spells unheard of and many times not needed word and symbol magic. He freely controlled the aspect without struggle, without hesitation, as if Naruto himself is made from light. Or rather the descendant of a demi-god. They didn't need to know that, though.
As time went on, the name and ranking of Fairy Tail Golden Child grew and grew. No one shrugged off Narutos' power and skill. Even the prideful master that fell to his feet so quickly and without much effort. The reality that he is the reason for Fairy Tail still standing in well-known and commentary knowledge, even the guild began waking up—done sulking their heads, seeing just what their newest member is becoming.
The current master Marco, let out a heavy breath standing before the boy; who is why this building still stands. It's been a whole year now since that monster killed them all, and now the remaining members of Fairy Tail stopped sulking and moved on with their lives. Something the boy before him saw as a joke.
Naruto, in a year, has completed a thousand jobs; it has been something many thought impossible. In three hundred and sixty-five days, the boy has completed a range of tasks and contracts that typically take an entire legal guild a year to achieve. Yet, he is a boy, a little older than Romeo. Yet he has achieved so much, to a point he has earned a mission.
Not a job or contract but a mission request by the Saint, something Marco never considered. S-rank promotion is based on one's skill, thinking-ability, and overall ability to handle anything and everything thrown their way. However, only a member of the Magic Council can promote someone to this rank. A Wizard Saint or a Council member's own opinion.
Fairy Tail held a massive tournament hosted by their Master on Fairy Tail's birthplace; it was a tradition.
"Finally acting your position now?" They still are on complex terms; Marco is sure Naruto holds as little respect for him as possible. Even as Master Marco didn't find it wrong or even have a grudge, after all, he's staring down the boy responsible for their guild, still holding any weight.
"I suppose so, I'm still a long way from considering myself a master, but that's not why I'm here. I believe fully you have the skill to become an S-rank Mage."
"What's that?" Blinking, Marco stared at the child; it's amazing what a year can do. Standing taller, the boy has grown in every term one can consider. Standing a head taller, his shoulder wide and arms showing muscle through a cloth, the light mage even stripped himself of armor, fitting a black long sleeve padded uniformed jacket, an orange swirl on an armband wrapped around his bicep. Matching with orange pants and enchanted black boots, the boy finished with that slashed metal headband he always kept. Marco never asked but seeing the boy keeping it so clean, polished, without dents or rust is interesting.
"It's acknowledgment; I recognize your talent and pushed the magic council to see if you can handle the higher ranking missions others are not permitted to accept," Marco swore; his ears and eyes grew hearing this. "These missions are the dangerous ones; Natsu went on one where he and his group faced a demon, and Glidarts fought a dragon on his. It's also a step to becoming a Wizard Saint."
"Poggers," Marco ignored him again. "What's a council saint?" Oh yes, with his depression, Marco has forgotten how much of an idiot this kid is.
"A magic council is a group of highly skilled mages and wise men and women; they handle all things magic under this country. A Wizard Saint are ten mages recognized as the strongest of all. They will accompany you on an S-rank quest to see how you perform." Nodding at incredible speed, becoming nothing but a blur, Marco started sweating.
This kid is so damn strange.
"Gran Doma is currently the head seat on the magic council; well, they and Fairy Tail have a very unhealthy relationship. He'll be your partner and teacher through your S-rank Trail."
"Gotcha," Maro stood, blinking one and twice. Naruto went poof, vanishing in a cloud of smoke, leaving a lost master. That wasn't light magic, not at all.
Shadow Clones, his first Jutsu, and his personal favorite. A 'spell' he mastered far before the discovery of their heritage. Allowing one to create a perfect duplicate, once destroyed, the clone would transfer all information it learned. It's the reason he grew in such massive leaps and bounds. Learning and mastering hundreds of spells in a single day can complete a hundred jobs in a single month. The Shadow Clone Jutsu is the reason he stands here today, even with it's his most significant flaw.
However, that is a mental weakness; all strong people have them, he'll ignore them as long as possible. Right now, growing is all that matters, and this Gran fellow is his best bet. The man waiting somewhat patiently outside the town never flinched as the boy suddenly appeared before him. Covered in armor and cape draped over his shoulders, the long-haired and beard man glared at the blond child before him.
They were noting everything he could, age, features, weaknesses. His eyes finally landed on that shimmering metal headband.
"So, the rumors are true. A rogue shinobi stands with the fairies." He knew Naruto's blue eyes glowed every slight hint of gold. This is the first time someone stated that fact, whether unknowing or the fear of saying who he was. It's fascinating getting called out finally.
"Didn't think you mages knew about Shinobi." He honestly didn't at this point. No one has spoken about the metal on his headband.
"Very few do, so tell me shinobi. Why are you here?" While the boy is a child, that age didn't matter. A child shinobi can compete with middle-aged mages that can be called decent. Being a lighting or sound timer is an achievement mage spend their lives achieving while true children play for a shinobi. It's the reason this boy is so strong, already beating Guild Masters with such little difficulty. Their opponents and need for power are different ultimately.
One is chasing a dream, and the other is survival.
"I use light magic; I have minimal talent in anything else. Hearing about Makarov, I decided I would train under him." Calm, static face, showing little of anything. The boy acted a shinobi—cold, with little emotion, and giving basic surface-level information.
"Why?" The older man would leave any room for uncertainty.
"I am an orphan, born one. All people like me have our word and strength. I made a promise to save someone from their darkness and failed. Too weak to keep a promise, so I left. I couldn't return; I don't have the heart to." He is not strong enough to face Sakura, knowing he broke a promise, how Sasuke stayed with Orochimaru growing and growing. With the permission of his Kage, he left.
"And no, I'm not a rouge. It's an official training trip." Answering a question before he could ask. The man found near all he wished to know.
"Have you killed before?"
"I don't believe so, but I have been part of large battles and small territorial wars." He has witnessed more death than many; however, has he killed? He's unaware if he has, but the possibility is there. "I don't have any wants or plans to, but." He hardens his soul ones; he was ready to slice Hakus' throat in two and do as he requested. "If I must." That answer was all that is needed; the old mage understood that standpoint more than many.