ROCKS D. Naruto
Synopsis: The ancients say that your first scream contracted reality itself and the waves spread across the globe. Thus the universe contemplated the birth of the true Haoshoku.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, One Piece or any other anime/manga in this fiction that is not my own. They all belong to their respective authors, whom I have a lot to thank for. However, I will claim possible OCs created by me.
Chapter 1: God Valley, The Beginning of It All
The skies were stormy. Tears of rain fell and overflowed the very hot earth beneath their feet like the fury of a thousand storms. And there, sitting calmly on the edge of an island hitherto unknown to all mankind, save for a few adventurers who would never again conceive their feet on this very land, was a boy.
His eyes were closed and if it weren't for the faint awareness of the slight increase in his chest region, which befits his possible inhalation and breathing of air, he could have been a goner. But this was not the case. This boy was special.
"Everything will change from now on."
He is fair skinned, short blond hair with a few black tips and deliberately prickly. His attire consisted of simple black knee-length shorts and a certain cape over his shoulders.
"All things will be different."
He continued to stare at nothing and remained that way for a while. So time passed until the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he breathed a sigh and opened his crystal blue eyes with tiny black highlights covering the blue sky. His body shivered slightly due to his advanced awareness beam.
"Conquest comes through the will."
His right hand then calmly flew, although you can notice the slight tremor as it approached the sheath located on his left hip. From this it was not even possible to see his shadow, as the cloak covered it entirely. However, the surrounding area began to become a little denser as he approached.
"Heh. I will laugh for years to come with this story." – His arms took on a strangely attractive coloration in black and an aura of colors and more colors filled it. The ground cracked as he leapt to his feet and reached for the hem hidden under his massive cloak.
His voice here dropped to a few good notes and the fury of the storms did nothing to hide them. - "It wasn't easy being a D., was it, Oyaji?" – And with a smile covering his whole face he straightened and assumed his posture. If someone else were around to watch him and meticulously analyze his expression and behavior at this moment, they would say they never saw such fortitude.
"You weren't exactly the best person this world was honored to be born, see, and behold. In this with them at least I can agree."
Reddish black, purple and white rays covered its entire length as he roared the name of a blow in a direction that to many would be unknown.
"DAI EMPEROR (The Great Conqueror)!" – And so something frightening happened. With two simple words a tidal wave of Haki was sent from his huge and magnificent sword splitting the skies and sea in two. Colliding with the atmosphere itself, the wave of power did not rest as it followed at breakneck speed towards its deep destination.
Sheathing his huge sword back in its scabbard so that you couldn't see more than the faint aura that covered the entire blade being reproduced in its corner of refuge. Turning his back in two breaths he walked, moving farther and farther away from the catastrophe caused by a sharp sway of his Haki. – "Thanks for everything. I will always love you. Rest in peace, Oyaji." – On his back it was possible to see the impossible: fish and more fish drowned within their own habitat, and the kings of the seas collided with each other deprived of all the capacity for mobility within their territory. After all, the moment the seas crashed against his will, they obeyed. Likewise the heavens rebuked themselves and all the storms were stilled, allowing only a drop or two of water to wash the earth.
Even as all of this was happening, miles away from their current location, the battle for God Valley was at an end. The victory of the few, the defeat of the few. None of that really mattered. Just the sounds of a scabbard being dragged across the earth, a light relaxed whistle, and the presence of a boy who would inevitably turn the world upside down.
"His name will be ROCKS!"
"Which?! You can't decide this alone, idiot!"
A loud laugh capable of making even the strongest men tremble was heard, followed by a loud slapping sound as well.
"All right! His name will be Rocks D. O. U. Naruto!"
38 years ago the world broke free from the shackles of one man's dream. Is the world ready to face a true king?
ROCKS. D. O. U. Naruto
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