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Revan breathed in the forest air as he sped through the trees. A part of him was excited, another apprehensive. It had been a few years since his last visit. He wondered whether or not the old man was still in office. If he was, that would make his job a lot simpler. If not... well, he'd just have to be discreet. Forgoing all of his "futuristic" gear besides the lightsabers hidden in his sleeves, the jedi easily could have passed as a shinobi, as the locals called it. He found stashed away in the masters quarters his old gear he used on his last visit; dark blue shinobi pants and black sandals. For his top, he wore a form fitting black shirt and over that, a green flak jacket. To top it all off, he even had the signature head band, all gifts from the village leader.
"Konoha," he thought as he went from tree branch to tree branch. "I wonder how much you changed."
The village had suffered greatly at the hands of one of the tailed beast not even months before Revan had arrived. They were weakened and greatly damaged. He remembered as their dwindling numbers desperately fought off a surprise invasion from a rivaling village, as well as their own surprise when a "mysterious stranger" had stepped in and annihilated the attackers with a simple flick of his wrist. Even Revan still marveled at how much stronger he was on this planet. Their leader, the Hokage named Sarutobi, had been greatly appreciative of his assistance and after a quick mind probe to check his motives, he proudly welcomed him into the village ranks. Despite his obvious disappointment at the jedi's need to depart, he still assured him that he would always be welcomed. Pretty soon, he would find out if that proved true.
Revan slowed his pace as he spied the massive walls encircling the Village Hidden in the Leaves. The damage that had been there years before had been completely repaired, as if the demon had never attacked. As he neared the gates, two shinobi stepped forward, calling for him to stop.
"Who are you, stranger? You are dressed like us and wear our symbol, but your face is not familiar at all. What is your business here in Konoha?" asked one, rightfully on guard.
"I am no danger to you or your village. I wish only to speak to your Hokage, if Sarutobi-san is still in office," replied Revan.
"He is. Forgive me if I do not believe your story. There are many people who wish to speak to Hokage-sama, many of which would also like to do him harm. Unless you can prove you are a ninja of Konoha, I will not let you pass."
"You are not interested in my identity, you will allow me to go on my way," Revan stated with a small wave of his fingers.
"I... am not interested in your identity, you may go on your way," said the guard in a slight trance.
"Welcome to Konoha, sir. Please do not cause any trouble," said the other, and they both stood aside.
Revan took in the sights and sounds of the bustling village. He was glad to feel an air of peace from its people. Villagers and shinobi alike mulled about this way and that, going about their routines. He drew a few curious glances from the civilians, but for the most part they kept to themselves. The shinobi, however, were much more wary. Still, Revan continued on unfazed. Even if he was called out as an imposter, Konoha ninja wouldn't attack outright unless he proved dangerous to them or their people. At most, they would imprison him, which would not happen. He then turned his gaze to the great carvings in the mountain overlooking the village. Each one was sculpted in the visage of each Hokage since the village's founding. Revan had learned from his last visit that a new carving was added to the mountain each time a new Hokage took office.
"I wonder what they will do when they run out of mountain to carve."
He let that thought be as he approached the city hall. Using the same trick he used at the front gates, it was relatively simple to slip past the receptionist and reach the old man's office. A pair of knocks were answered with a gruff "enter." Slowly, so not to cause alarm, Revan swung the door open and stepped inside. There, sitting behind his desk and a mound of paperwork, was the Professor himself. The wizened shinobi looked up at the visitor to have his eyes slightly widen.
"Nice to see you again, Sarutobi-san," greeted the jedi with a nod.
"Revan," replied the old man with surprise as he removed the pipe from his mouth. "It's been six years, and you don't even look a day older. What have you been up to?"
"I've been... busy since my departure. I am glad to see Konoha has recovered successfully. It's as if nothing has happened."
"And look at you, coming in dressed like that. I'm surprised the Anbu haven't apprehended you, considering your absence."
"So am I. I am sorry I had to leave as suddenly as I did, but issues with a war back home had called."
"No need to apologize old friend. Iwagakure may hate us, but after your little performance, they've started calling you Akuma no Arashi and haven't dared a second attack. You've become a legend overnight."
Revan couldn't help but laugh at his new alias. Then again, who could blame them? A force storm of that magnitude would send any attacking force running.
"It's been six years Revan. You must have a reason for coming back."
"I do, and you may not believe me. You remember how I told you that I'm not from this world, correct?"
"Yes, although it still is kind of far fetched, even for me. This time around, however, I'm pretty certain we have more time and I would like to hear the whole story."
"You might want to make yourself comfortable then, because it's going to be along one."
Sarutobi quickly conjured a shadow clone to continue his duties as he stood from his seat.
"Come, let's take this outside. Some fresh air would do us some good."
The two friends found themselves seated on a bench on top of the Hokage Monument. Revan gazed at the beauty of the village below him, and understood fully the pride its people took in their home. The Force ran so strongly here. He marveled at how they had adapted its use into chakra, something he had never experienced, not even from Jedi and Sith. It was frightening and awe inspiring at the same time.
"Where do you want me start?" asked the jedi as he faced his companion.
"We're at your leisure," replied Sarutobi with a smile. "And you know I'll want the whole thing anyway."
"Well, where to begin..." Revan contemplated just how much he should divulge. Saying he was once a Sith Lord, the epitome of evil, would be counter productive.
"To start with, yes, I am not from this planet. The stars you see at night comprise much bigger civilizations. I myself am from one of them, one who I once called ally, and now whom I call foe. When I left, the galaxy was in a civil war. I had led an armada that sought to replace the weakening and corrupted government with something much more formidable, something more honorable. It was a revolution on such a grand scale, I should have anticipated something to go awry. My old student Malak, whom you have not met, betrayed me. He became power hungry, bitter, ambitious to the point of sacrificing anything and anyone to meet his goals. Rather than face me in combat, he took the coward's option and ordered his men to fire on my ship. I barely escaped with my life. Whereas I carefully planned my advances to preserve vital military installations and planets, he sought only complete destruction and razed every world he came across if they so much as lifted a finger against him."
Sarutobi had to grimace. The Kyuubi had been fearsome and destructive in its own right. But to imagine just what kind of weapons could wipe out his village, his country, even the entire world was just unthinkable. And Revan once commanded an army like this? Maybe just a little bit, the Professor grew more wary of this stranger from another planet, if his story could be true.
"Publicly, I was declared dead, but my old family, the Jedi Order who raised and trained me, wanted me to lead them to the source of Malak's power. It was an ancient space station, capable of churning out thousands of ships, war droids, fighters, weapons, anything a madman would need to bring an entire galaxy to its knees, and it could do it in mere days."
"Why? Why did you make use of this station? The very concept of it violates the sanctity and laws of life as we know it."
"My reasons may be hard to explain, and requires more history on our part to understand fully. But to put it into simple terms, there is an Empire out there filled with these madmen, whom are obsessed with attaining revenge over the Republic and the Jedi Order for defeating and exiling them over a thousand years before now. This Sith Empire, the True Sith Empire, wanting to wipe the Jedi and the Republic clean from the galaxy. I wanted to use the Star Forge to recreate it into something stronger, something that could repel the Sith when they decided to make their move. But Malak undermined that whole plan, seeking only to make himself the new emperor of his own order. The Star Forge had become too corrupted under his influence, and we had no choice but to destroy it."
"I led the Republic fleet to the Star Forge itself, hitting Malak and his armadas head on. Tactically, the fleet would have stood no chance in a 10-1 ratio, but we had our own ace in the hole. A young jedi named Bastila Shan was trained in a rare but powerful technique known as Battle Meditation. Through the Force, she influenced both sides, terrorizing and sowing doubt into the minds of the Sith, while inspiring courage, strength, and unity in our allies. The Sith were routed and the Star Forge destroyed, but it came at a great cost. The Republic Fleet was victorious, but heavily crippled. It would take years to return to full strength, and as for the Jedi, where there was once thousands, barely a hundred now remained."
"You are a Jedi, are you not?" asked Sarutobi, to which Revan nodded. "Shouldn't you be out there, helping your people rebuild? You are responsible for their current state right now." The disdain in his voice did not go unnoticed by the knight.
"And that is what brings me to my reasons for returning. During my last visit, I brought with me a team of engineers to construct a small academy, a school for Jedi in a crater your people call the Valley of the End. With your permission, I would like to seek out potential candidates to teach and train in the way of the Force. The Republic needs stronger Jedi knights, and your world is amazingly powerful."
Sarutobi chewed on the end of his pipe, deep in thought over what the man had just told him. From what little knowledge he had of these galactic factions, he could tell that the Jedi were noble and just, and the Sith anything but. However, what Revan was requesting was extremely serious. He feared that these Jedi he planned to train would fight the Sith and be traced back here.
"You are asking a lot of me, Revan. These students of yours must consent to your tutelage, and even then they have to be orphans. I will not allow you to take them from their families." The old man sighed and stood. "Give me time to think on this. What you've told me, while I am grateful for your honesty, has made me considerably more guarded against you. The Kyuubi was enough. I do not want an otherworldly enemy lay waste to my village a second time."
"Your consideration is all I ask for, Sarutobi-san. I thank you for at least hearing me out," said Revan with a bow.
By now the sun was setting. The Professor and the Prodigal Knight bade each other farewell as great shadows were cast across the village skyline. Revan, on his part, felt a little bit lighter. He was without a definite answer, but Sarutobi had at least considered his request. His first step had been completed. Hopefully, his knights would be ready before the Empire made its move. Hopefully, Bastila and Carth would help the Republic become strong again. The jedi sighed, he had been hoping an awful lot since beginning this mission.
As he made his way through the village, his senses perked up at a sudden spike of darkness. It caught him off-guard, as until now he felt nothing but peace in the village. As he turned towards the feeling of anger and fear, he felt a pit grow in his stomach. Something wasn't right, and there weren't any shinobi intervening.
With greater haste, he sped off across the roof tops, the dark intent leading him unsurprisingly to an old, dirty alleyway. There he saw a mob of at least thirty people, shouting and shaking their weapons at someone who was cornered at the very end. He picked up words like demon, freak, monster, and it made him sick. As he drew closer, he realized with a shiver down his spine, that the victim was a boy, a young one at that. Revan guessed he was no older than five. He was bruised and cut, with his hands thrown over his head, begging for mercy and for someone to help him. His white t-shirt was torn and smudged, as was his black pants, and he wore no shoes. His short, but spikey blonde hair was red with blood in one spot. He watched as one man stepped forward from the crowd, drawing a katana and declaring that it was the end. The jedi could no longer watch.
"You will not harm this child," he said in a low, threatening tone as he jumped down between them. The boy looked up in wonder at this stranger defending him. Who is he? He was dressed like a ninja, but they had never helped him so directly before. The man, who looked like he was in his late twenties, only got angrier.
"I don't care if you are a shinobi, move over or I will run you through! That monster has to die!"
"This is your only warning. Leave now."
The man only yelled and charged at his opponent, spurred on by the cheers of the people behind him. It happened quickly, almost too quick for the boy to notice. He watched as a bright blue beam of light shot from the man's right sleeve. He swung quickly and the man yelled in pain and horror as the strange blade cleanly carved his arm off, the heat instantly cauterizing the stump. Just as quickly, the blade was gone. Grabbing the man by the collar, he threw him into the stunned crowd. The villagers were quick to pull the man back to his feet, but none dared to attack. This man was dangerous, and his aura radiated from him like an angry fire. They fled, scattering and crying in fear. Revan frowned as they ran. Even in the heart of a place so peaceful, the Dark Side still had a presence. He turned his attention to the child, whose eyes bore into him with awe and fear.
"Who- who are you?" he managed to say.
Revan gave him a calm smile and took a knee in front of him. "I am a friend. Can you tell me your name, little one?"
"Uzumaki. Uzumaki Naruto."
A/N: Second chapter is out. Gave a bit of background information for those unfamiliar with the Star Wars side of the story. Revan was renowned for being an extremely powerful Jedi knight and Sith lord. To quote Kreia in the second game, "Looking at Revan was like staring into the heart of the Force." The Narutoverse planet only amplifies a force user's power, so a person trained like Revan would be... frightening to put it mildly. Not godly, but pretty damn close. There will still be some key characteristics for the Naruto cast that won't be changed, but the ones whom Revan chooses will be tweaked, naturally. Thank you for those who gave the story a chance. Review!
Akuma no Arashi: The Demon Storm, a moniker given to Revan by enemy survivors after the destructive Force Storm he rained down on an Iwagakure invasion. Star Wars fans, remember he was a Sith at this time, so such power would come easy to him.
