So this pairing will be Naruto x Rebecca, seeing how those two have so much more in common then Menmosa. So I will be doing another crossover story with that pairing. I'm thinking of Naruto being the son of the Wizard King, the question is making it knowing or unknowing. Seeing how this is a peasant Naruto most likely he knows.
The magic I was thinking being able to use all base elements. Water, Fire, Wind, Earth and Lighting. Something like Merlen. Or something out of right field, make Asta have magic being a fire mage and making Naruto the holder of the sword magic grimoire.
That might be fun with that line Naruto told Sasuke about their elements.
Maybe come up with a Angle rather then a devil? Maybe Bow Creation magic?
Would love to hear your guys and ladies ideas.
Anyway there will be a very little fight here. Point out what I can improve to make a interesting fight.
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His own room, the thought is strange, confusing as just unbelievable. Standing within the large room filled with dresses, desks and other furniture worth more then his life. It left his breathless for a long time, more then it's worth. The Room having red paint with gold lining he just took a deep breath and took in his surroundings.
The stank of cow shit didn't linger. The sound of tools clashing, ground breaking, drunks roaring and most importantly there wasn't a kid screaming about marriage. There is peace and quite, a place he didn't need to watch over his shoulder. A place he could hide his mother from this world.
"Don't worry, I can build a swing in here." He said seeing the woman swing her legs back and forth, sitting on the massive bed clearly missing being off the ground.
"I have a lot of studying." He mumbled seeing the note and massive book on the desk. Seeing how it didn't have his name, a simple single word. Memorize, he needs to read the book of law of the Clover Kingdom, memorize the formation every squad uses for joint missions, the territories around the Clover Kingdom, along with the same information of the other nations. "Better start now." He mumbled not wanting to do this.
Hell he barely finished teaching himself to read and write.
Rubbing his eyes he'll start when she's asleep. So he chose to look around. His eyes narrowing, each drawer he checked they had clothing. Clothing in their size, all in bright purple, orange and fire red. Clearing saying something about the groups fashion. Rolling his eyes he slowly smiled, he's being wearing the same damn dusty, stained smelled of sweat and blood outfit for years now.
He even smelled the clothing, smelling nothing is amazing. Something new something fresh and clean. He nearly ripped his own clothing apart. Standing before the mirror he stared. It's strange, he never seen his reflection before, besides in water of course. For the longest time he just stared. His hair a bright sun color spiking in every direction. Somewhat washed, a river always helps cleaning yourself.
"Maybe I should have it cut," He mumbled his purple eyes shimmering, however he finally discovered something, he looks tired. Form how narrow his eyes tend to be, along with the bags. Running his fingers on the strange birthmarks he stared at his different scars. Living his life he always cut himself some way or some how. Part of his right ear is missing. The cut starting above his lip and going down to his chin. A drunk man with a knife tried to touch him mother.
He almost forgot, shaking his head he counted.
"I need to eat more." He mumbled, while he had muscle, more then many his age, but he starves himself to a point it's a normal feeling. Even that feast he ate very little. He couldn't shove food in his mouth, he ate very little so he must eat very little. His stomach would burst open if he ate like he wanted to.
"My life I guess.." He mumbled under his breath, he never really thought of this. All that matters is his mother. The thought of her and living his life made it impossible to stop and look back, or at the condition he's in. He'll need a diet that is consistently changing.
Rubbing his neck he let out a breath.
Royal worthy clothing is something else. Light, warm and soft. Well made with fabric he wouldn't be able to porousness. Wearing a black long sleeve tunic pants, A open orange long sleeves and high collar. The shirt is decorated with gold-colored fabric with vertical stripes design on its edges, collars, and along the sleeves. A red fabric belt around the bottom keeping his new shirt tied.
The sun is down, the moon high in the air he let out a long and painful breath. It's bedtime, staring at his pouting mother mad about the lack of a swing. She's going to be pissed, she hates going to bed. When she's told to. Closing his eyes he felt tired.
He never felt tired, he truly didn't understand. He lacks everything, food, water, sleep. Everything yet he never felt tired, he never felt weak. Rubbing his eyes he cursed, joining this place is what he wishes for, what he tried to achieve. He met people that would crush him, blink and turn in to dust. That's something he never experience before.
Before he was the strongest even before discovering his strange magic. This emotions, this entire emotion is something he has never felt.
"Time for bed." He said lower then a whisper. Bed time is annoying, she didn't care for this either. Undressing his mother and getting her into Pjs is and will always be the most annoying thing in the world. She fought tooth and nail. Why? Because she's like a child, play for a hour and sleep for three. Over and over, and when she's finally in bed in her pink pjs she fell asleep.
Quite as death Naruto stayed up, he couldn't sleep, body wouldn't let him. So he studied, read, wrote down shortcuts and reminders and everything in between. Ignoring this strange and off putting emotion to the back of his mind he read and read. Going over everything he could, over and over until his eyes fell heavy. His body shutting down finally falling asleep without much of a problem.
Randall smiled, standing within the room given to the Uzumaki family he read over the notes this boy wrote. He is always given the honor of team training, his captain handling one on ones with members and finding what they can excel at. This morning he checked on the two, the girl who slept her heart out not bothering to study on the law and roles of Magic Knights.
This boy has entire pages filled out, books opened to random pages with sentences circled and other reminders. Smiling the scared man kicked out a leg. Smiling wider seeing the boy save himself and the chair. Silent as possible the two just stared.
"Lets go." The vice-captain said, dancing in the wind he jumped out his window. Three stories high the wind mage landed soft as a feather, making not a single noise. Nothing, he isn't real compared to the crushing ground and the crude curse of the blond boy.
He laughed, the boy was so pissed he jumped out of the same window. Learning to run his magic through his body so he couldn't break his legs.
"You're lucky you didn't wake her." He said clearly not happy, then again he looks no different.
Same bags under his eyes, reminds him of that Yami fellow.
"Really now? What on earth would a kid like you do?" He asked clearly mocking the boy. A single gust of wind. His spell book still in his pouch. The boy tried to attack him. He couldn't help but laugh.
"You're twenty years to early to try kid." The man clearly enjoyed himself, striking a strange pose. All around them watching the blond get to his feet over and over again. "But if you assist, why not show us what magic you have?" He said trying to draw out what ever spell-type this boy has.
Demon-Beast Magic? It made no sense. All magic is directly related to the base elements. Fire, Water, Wind and earth. Rare occasions where someone has space and light magic. The Wizard king himself uses time magic, possible to combination of Light and Space magic.
So what on earth is Demon-beast Magic?
The stories are true, the book missing a cover and glowed a strange red.
"Kid we're all incredible powerful mages that survived war and battle. Do not be scared." He can not fear his power. He will be worthless if he did.
"I have a spell, so here we go." His confidence low he spoke, his first spell for the first time.
Demon-Beast Release: Human Sacrifice Release.
Randall eyes went wide hearing him. What on earth, what the fuck type of spell is this. The world is painted red, Energy, Mana, Mana they can see which should be impossible. Swirled and formed into the body of a giant fox. Staring down he felt fear rock him into the core.
It then vanished, if it wasn't for the crushed and rocks falling back onto the ground he wouldn't believe what he just witnessed.
Staring at the boy before him he didn't seem different at first, then he saw the small little details. His teeth become sharp. Much like a woman in his nightmares, eyes a strange cat-like shape. Blood in color glowing red, his whisker marks darker. Seeming to be deeper into his skin. Nails coming to a sharp end seeming to be like claws.
Demon-beast magic, what the fucking hell did it do to this kid.
"I feel different." He said looking at his hands.
Randall stared, his magic is different. Shifted to a completely different person, a different thing. He couldn't understand what the hell did he just witnessed?
"If I'm going to just guess something, that spell is a magical self-buff." This is nothing more then Randall trying his best to understand this magic. By far the most complex Grimoire he has ever witness.
"Spar with me." The blond said his smile slightly unsettling. Randall wasn't a strange to this look, he's hungry.
"Alright," The man took a strange stance. Palm of hand out, arm bent standing on his left foot with his right resting on his knee. What a strange pose, made people wonder if he has toes. "Gareth, would you mind reffing?" Randall asked, the tall man nodded.
The minute he told them to start Randall stood and watch. This boy seem to vanish from where he was, his mana didn't of course. Wind erupting from the ground his fighting style was shown. Each point and joint of his body releasing a wave of Wind Magic for defensive and offensive magic at the same moment.
Dancing through the air he landed posing in his little stance. Naruto on the other hand, not so much. Hand tearing into the ground he forced a stop using brute strength and nothing alone.
He vanished again, left this time. His dense and strange mana painting a clear trail. Randall bent his body at a strange angle, his palm slamming into the boys chest. He didn't plan to blow him back in a violent guest of wind, but seeing how Naruto barely flinched he become forced to.
"I can still sense your magic kid." No matter how fast he is, he can react.
Naruto threw his open hand down, magic and strength destroyed everything, throwing a cloud of dust and debrey. Randall used his magic, everything he could muster then and there. Blowing back everything he could, cursing dancing away form the strange for of magic. If it wasn't for sensing him the fight would have ended there and then.
He stared at the boy, he stood there, one hand on the ground just staring. Standing up he took a deep breath, ready for anything a roar that destroyed everything before him. Ripping apart the concert ground, Feeling his foot fail he used a spell.
A simple one, Wind Magic Release Great Gale force. Throwing out his palm his spell cut through the massive attack. Naruto flew back, slamming into the building clearly disabling what ever magic he had.
Knocked out cold the vice-captain let out a held in breath. Looking around his men didn't prepare for the show of power. Blown back in different directions all seeming shocked. The courtyard damn near destroyed a massive hole within the center. Every inch cracked, a pillar missing amazed the side is being held together.
Hearing the doors open he let out a breath. Finally someone designed to join them. The God-loving girl seeming panicked completely.
She fell flat on her face with a single gust of wind. "We're not under attack, go heal Naruto." Looking at the kid flat on his stomach knocked out cold he couldn't help but wonder. His captain will understand completely. His sister maybe not so much.
"Alright boys, I think we can all agree Naruto is welcomed with open arms!" He yelled shocked someone so young has such a spell. After getting some form of agreement from each and every person his smirked. "Now who wants to be his instructor?" He's far to old to care for someone like his youth. No way in hell would he ever keep up.
His smile clearly lifeless as not a single member stepped forth. Great, just great. A boy with Demon Beast magic, his captain is no idiot, he will find the best teacher for this boy to excel, ether himself. Or that insane and feared by all woman.
"Prepare, Mereoleona is coming." He spoke pure fear cracking his voice. All stood in dread looking over the destroyed courtyard.
Mereoleona rubbed her nose, sneezing before her little brothers send off. She's clearly upset with is, not only finding the sound distracting but disrespectful. Sneezing is something she didn't do, it just never happens.
"I wish he joined a different squad." She whispered to her first brother. They're watching their youngest sibling and cousin celebrate. It's a family tradition to serve under the Magic Knights. Even Mereoleona served as a magic knight, for a very, very short time by request of her teacher, but she still did.
"Leopold is his own person, he is not us. He will grow powerful and stand his own way." Her brother said keeping a cool and calm voice he's so found of. "Serving as a magic knight with someone to support his fire magic will help him find himself."
"He will not grow if you pamper him."
"Nor will he if you belittle him." The two clearly saw the growth of their youngest brother in a different way. Mereoleona believing Leopold is weak without his brother, the other thinking differently completely.
Prove her/me wrong is the hope for them both. They both love each other and their brother incredibly so. Sadly he has two massive shadows to overcome, they bother weren't sure how he will achieve something like this.
"What about Mimosa?" Mereoleona asked seeing the little girl wearing the golden robes, she must have potential to gain the interest of William. She has never met her cousin, has really no interest really. However seeing the family traditional red robes missing caught her eye.
"She's are Uncles youngest."
"We have a uncle?" She asked fang out clearly lost hearing her brother. She had no clue she has a uncle.
"There are reasons we never met the man, but you won't find must interest in her. Plant creation magic. Incredible at supporting and healing others, from what I know she doesn't have a offensive spell." A pure support, they both are never popular with this type of mage. Forcing the team, normally three, be formed only around her.
"She joined Golden Dawn refusing to relay on her name for anything." This got her attention, she has promise to make a great Vermilion, unlike her foolish brother. The two then stood in silence watching the celebration. Neither found of a gather such as this. For different reasons of course, but both couldn't wait to leave. One back into the wild and the other back onto the front lines defending the greatest kingdom.
"Does Demon-Beast Magic mean anything to you?" The answer clear as day, the woman snapping her neck just to meet his eyes. Clearly lost on the subject matter.
"Did something happen?" She heard nothing of a attack anywhere.
"A boy by the name of Uzumaki Naruto. From the same land as Yami." They never did venture towards this unknown land. "Interesting boy, his Grimoire is missing a cover strangely enough. Along with his magic affinity being Demon-Beast Magic. He left a impression on me, being able to us his own mothers' Grimoire like his own." This story seemed far fetch, if it was told by someone else.
"I wish to see him grow, however I don't see myself supporting his magic style. Someone knowing the mind of a beast would fit the discretion more so." Her eyes seemed to narrow. Clearly knowing what her brother will ask she stood in silence.
"In two months I will, however this will be my rules, my guidelines my student." She clearly wanted everything her way, and to her surprise he smiled.
"I will make sure he won't disappoint then." He smile is wide, check to check he waved at his brother. Mereoleona simple stood, seemly to be lost in thought. A Grimoire with no cover, Only Julius had a Grimiore in this same style. However the Wizard king magic is time, time has no beginning nor end therefor its possible when he dies his grimoire will remain.
Demon, Beast magic didn't bother her. Sounds like a form of animal-like magic. Demon on the other hand simple confused her. She has never met a demon before, she travels the land fighting anything and everything she could.
Never before has she seen, heard anything about demons.