10/22/21
Please do not take this seriously because I am just dabbling and trying to find my center in how I can write this story down.
Yes, it is an Arcane-based League of Legends and I watched all nine episodes and took the time to understand the lore. I really have no idea what I am getting myself into other than saying I just want to let all the creative juices out.
This is only short stories with different ideas. They may be short, but they are to give you a little introduction on whether I am adding Naruto as solely my main character, Menma as my main character, or having both of them as my main characters.
The next update will be tomorrow.
Also, please review and go on my profile that explains the reason behind why Naruto would have other abilities.
Remember, this is just a small series of short chapters.
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A nameless drunkard tumbled into a garbage pile that made up his bed, and the cardboard box that was his home.
Being homeless hardly meant anything to the man when compared to being deprived of his treasured alcohol. And only on nights like this one, where he hardly made any coin to give himself a meal or buy more drinks, he'd take a special bottle he managed to save tucked under the clammy wet bags of his self-made bed and drink. The bitter taste burned along his tongue and down his gullet. It made the night more bearable.
Minutes passed and the man simply drank, and drank, and drank until the world began to spin.
And spun.
Somewhere to finishing, the nameless drunkard blinked. Even while drunk, that small sense of awareness was there. Eyes blinking, then squinting, he shook his head. One swing of his bottle and he let the burning turn numb again.
(!)
He blinked again.
Had it been his imagination or some drunken loss of sense, because he was sure he found himself seeing something.
(!)
An that's when a sudden implosion of light came to be. Bright red lights lit the alleyway, almost blinding the drunkard before he turned away.
He only needed a moment before he turned to look and saw the red light appear. And it wasn't just a red light, the homeless man swore that he saw words, symbols of some kind spreading around and glowing so brightly that they looked like the stars from the night sky. Rings and lines moved and swiveled all around before a large globe of light appeared in the middle of those swiveling rings.
In the middle of some back alleyway, one glance at his bottle, then rubbing his eyes, the drunkard had no way of processing what was happening right now.
"... no... more..."
A broken, distorting voice cracked the vibrant humming from the glowing lights. It came from within the globe, and in the globe the drunkard saw images flashing.
"... to... free..."
"... all... we..."
It had to have been the buzz he put himself in.
There was no way lights and voices would appear out of nowhere?! Those dazzling effects were nothing, nothing but his own drunken imagination.
He laughed at himself. He swung another taste of his bottle and made his way towards the globe. The sweet bitter alcohol must have been poor in taste, but it packed a punch more than he imagined. It was all a trick of his mind; he was sure of it. That was why he got up and made his way towards the globe of light and those floating symbols.
It was all a dream; he'd reach out and the next thing he would know was waking up and-
The globe exploded in light and heat.
Whatever the man's thoughts were, whatever regrets and hopes he had, all of it was gone in an instant.
Everything about him burned off from his bones before they crumbled to dust in a matter of seconds. The light only grew bigger and bigger, the ground beneath the globe cratered and the garbage and scum were blown away.
For a second, it almost seemed as though it would grow even bigger and blow away everything unfortunate to get caught in its way. But as soon as it got bigger, the sooner it died. Imploding. All of it sucked into itself and vanished, leaving behind heat and smoke. And from that implosion came two young men, tattered clothing and blood, both unaware their actions at freedom had already been paid in innocent blood - no matter how unfortunate they were.
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