God of the Ten Wizard Saints

Chapter 3: Second Step

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Fairy Tail or anything else that may be referenced in this story.

Naruto smiled brightly as he spun in place, watching as the world around him turned brighter, happily grinning as it responded to his will. Sarutobi Hiruzen watched on from nearby, a light smile on his face as he watched the small child play around.

"Jiji, jiji!" The old man walked over, bending down to place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, with that same warm smile that always made Naruto feel safe.

"Yes, Naruto-kun?"

Naruto just giggled and stretched his arm out, Sarutobi watching in fascination as a small flower seemingly grew from the child's open palm. He was witnessing chakra in it's purest form, untainted and untouched by the malice of the world. How ironic for the very child that is regarded as a demon to have the ability to create life. That is what Mokuton is, the very definition of Yang chakra.

But how long before such a pure power was turned into a weapon?

Naruto trembled in fear, back pressed hard against the wall of his small apartment as he regarded the shinobi standing before him. He couldn't utter a single word or scream out for help. Jiji was too far away to hear him and no one else would come. Lightning flashed outside and he caught a glimpse of the blank-face mask on the man's face, kunai gripped tightly in his hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the shinobi stepped closer, saying something that was lost to him. A whisper inside his head spoke to him.

'Let me help you'

'I can help you'

Rage ripped forth from the deepest part of his mind, boiling hot as a miasma of power erupted from his body. One emotion stood out above the rest, above the fear, the anger, and sadness. Hatred fuel and controlled the corrosive red chakra that poisoned everything it touched.

There was a large explosion of chakra and fire.

Then he knew nothing.

'Naruto… Naruto… talk to me…'

'Who are you?'

'I'm you… the darkest part of your being; a manifestation of all the hatred you have buried. I have been with you since the beginning.'

'Since the beginning?'

'I'm the only one you can trust.'

'What about Jiji?'

'Where was he when that shinobi tried to kill you? I helped you… I saved you.'

'What's your name?'

'I don't have one.'

'You can't not have a name. Everyone has a name… You need a name.'

'Then how about Trihexa… yeah… I like that. Call me Trihexa.'

'Trihexa?'

'I'm your salvation.'

The following morning, with the sun suspended high up in the sky above a clear sea of blue burning hotly on the summer day, Naruto sat on the rooftop of a tall building that gave him a unobstructed view of the famous Guild across the street. Disappearing with a blur, within half a second Naruto stood in front of a large and rather plain-looking structure built from mostly stone and wood and that stood two-stories high. A dark banner inscribed with Lamia Scale's symbol draped above the entrance to their headquarters bearing down for everyone to see. Looking left, upon a rocky formation- next to the entrance- was a stone statue of a Lamia, a mythical creature with the upper body of an alluring, bikini-clad women, and a large serpentine tail from the waist down in place of legs. He walked forward and pushed the door open, entering the place for the first time. The room was large, clean, and full of Lamia Scale members. There was a bar in one corner of the room, tables and chairs beside it; full of laughing and overall loud mages.

"Welcome to Lamia Scale," a feminine voice called out to him. Turning his head left, walking towards him was a fair skin girl with blue eyes. She wore very revealing clothes that left very little to the imagination, with her pink hair flowing behind her loosely, held back by a black head band with cat ears pointing up. "How can I help you?" Turning to face her, a collective gasp was heard throughout the room.

Naruto was tall for his age, at fifteen standing at an impressive 5'9. He had yet to stop growing; his estimate by the time he got to the age of eighteen being a little above six feet, a respectable height. His hair had grown out to be a bit longer than his old man's, spikier, wilder, and closer to golden than yellow. His eyes were the same deep blue they have always been and were slightly obscured by his bangs, and his three whisker marks on each cheek as prominent as the day he was born. He now wore a sleeveless orange hoodie, with black shorts and a pair of black sandals. A normal civilian look for the moment until he custom orders battle gear.

A silver medallion gleamed under the artificial light of the room, gaining the attention of every single person present. Naruto glanced their way, watching their reaction range from surprise, to admiration, and even fear. He glanced back at the girl who welcomed him and watched in amusement as she seemed to shrink under his gaze, her earlier happiness turning to shyness. He immediately concluded that besides Jura, they had never met another Saint before.

Naruto smiled slyly. "Heh, you could help me with a lot of things." The girl could only blush at his words. "But right now I'm looking for someone, maybe you can help me with that."

The girl nodded in response.

"I'm looking for Jura," Naruto said, his voice coming out smooth and even, giving nothing of his amusement away. "Is he here?"

"Uhh, oh...yes. I just saw him not too long ago," she replied softly, now only a small rosy blush dusting her cheeks. She signal a random guy, who simply nodded and got up to no doubt inform Jura he was here. "I'm sorry for asking, but how old are you?"

"Fifteen," Naruto replied.

"You're so young," she sounded impressed. "And yet you are a Wizard Saint."

And it was impressive. The organization was the pride of Fiore, and renown throughout the world. It was a prestigious and secretive branch of the Magic Council, and perhaps the hardest to join. Cherry, from what Jura told her, knew that to be a member you have to stand out among the thousand of mages in the Kingdom, but they were so rare that only ten were ever chosen out of the hundreds that apply each day. That meant that this boy two years younger than her was on the level of Jura and one of the top ten in the country. She could only imagine what kind of monster he would be as he grew older.

"The founder was said to have been just as young," Jura spoked up knowingly as he appeared from a door to the back. "Isn't that right… Naruto?"

Naruto cast a bored eye on Jura, more interested in talking to the pretty girl at the moment. "Hmm, I wouldn't know."

Jura paused, a rumbling noise reaching his ears. "Have you eaten yet?" Jura asked.

"Not yet."

"Cherry, would you mind," Jura asked kindly. "He must of had a long journey."

Naruto's ears perked up. "Cherry… so that's your name? Fitting."

Cherry nodded. She directed Naruto and Jura to an empty table isolated from the rest and left. Naruto took a seat and waited for Jura to settle down directly across from him.

"I assume you already spoke to Warrod-sama," Jura started. He took the drink offered to him gratefully from one of the bar maids and Naruto simply nodded in thanks. "That's why you took a while to get here."

Naruto leaned back in his chair, a hand behind his head and the other one holding his drink. "Yeah." He was looking around the place, watching all the people in it interact. 'So this is a guild, huh?'. "Pretty cool place you got here. A bit crowded though… and loud."

Jura smiled lightly. "I have a feeling you aren't here to talk about my Guild," Jura questioned.

Naruto gave a lazy shrug, leaning further back on the chair lazily. "Have you ever heard of a dark Guild called Tartaros?"

Jura frowned at the question, but answered nonetheless. "Only that they were part of the Balam Alliance. Information regarding them is almost nonexistent. They were definitely the most secretive of the three."

"Balam alliance?" Naruto hummed, looking thoughtfully. "What's that?"

"An alliance between the three powerhouses of the underworld; Oracion Seis, Grimoire Heart, and Tartaros. " Jura answered. "Why?"

"Huh, oh...no reason," Naruto waved him off, seemingly more interested on the breakfast plate Cherry was bringing him. He turned back to Jura and gave him a lazy smile. "She is a beauty, isn't she? And she can cook. Bet you I can get a date with her. Back in my day, I was popular with the girls."

"You sound like an old man," Jura deadpanned at his words. "And she has a boyfriend."

"Oh well… her loss," Naruto said, not bothered at all with the information. He took the plate with a small smile. "Thank you, Cherry-chan!"

Cherry just blushed and walked away quickly, disappearing behind a closed door.

"Haha, she certainly doesn't act like she has a boyfriend. Must be my good looks, they never fail me," Naruto exclaimed, spearing a sausage with his fork and raised it to his mouth. He paused when he noticed Jura staring at him. "Thanks for the invite."

"So how are you feeling after that fight with that man," Jura asked. "He looked powerful. Even I would have had trouble with him."

"Weak," Naruto said with a mouthful of sausage, nodding sagely in satisfaction. He swallowed. "Don't get me wrong. I could probably wipe the floor with you, but I'm not happy with my current self."

Jura twitched at the slight jab against him, but chose to ignore it. "You seemed plenty strong to me."

"Hmm," Naruto hummed. "I guess so."

A large amount of his power had been sealed, with no way of being released without the one behind its creation. He was annoyed, but hardly concerned. It was a power he had only used sparingly back home and never in this world. He was without a doubt powerful enough without it to match anyone here… hopefully. Senjutsu was more than enough to give a Dragon some trouble.

"What did that man want with you?" Jura questioned. "He seemed to know who you were. But he looked young, so unless he was immortal and met you before you were sealed…"

"I have my suspicions," Naruto muttered. The strange Dragon Slayer spoke about things that didn't make sense; about his time. Considering the events that he spoke about- Naruto fighting Acnologia- never occurred; that only left one conclusion. Future events. Time-Travel is not impossible, and in a world where people can control time itself; it was more than likely. "Have you ever heard of a Dragon Slayer with the elements of Light and Darkness?"

Jura nodded. "Not a single Dragon Slayer, but two. They belong to the Sabertooth Guild and are called the Twin Dragons."

"Two huh, interesting," Naruto spoke thoughtfully. He would have to see what their connection was to his attacker. Maybe a couple broken bones here and there will make them talk. He suddenly looked up at Jura. "One other thing. As far as the world is concerned, I'm Naruto Uzumaki, the apprentice of Warrod Sequen and new member of the Ten Wizard Saint. That's all, nothing more."

"Got it."

"Good." He speared another sausage and took a bite. "This food is really good!"

Naruto, humming quietly to himself strode over the crest of an enormous hill, the land around him dancing to his tune. A long black cloak billowed swiftly in the cool breeze behind him, which he had 'borrowed', protecting him from the scorching heat of the sun suspended up above. He wasn't an imposing figure, though slightly tall for his age, but there was something about him that would catch the attention of anyone who saw him pass.

Perhaps it was the glinting silver medallion attached to his chest that would shine brilliantly whenever it caught a ray of light, for anyone that caught a glimpse of it would recognize the insignia in the center immediately. It represented authority and power, and it was highly respected by both civilians and mages alike. More than likely though it was the fact that he looked no older than fifteen and yet was already part of that organization.

Naruto came to a stop, resting slightly on a large rock that surprisingly was underneath a giant tree that provided a large area of shade. How convenient. He gazed around for a moment, enjoying the scenery of a vast land full of life and large hills standing tall like mountains. He closed his blue eyes as a cool breeze swept the area, his bright golden hair falling around his face in long spiky locks. He enjoyed the view around him of vast fields of green stretching further than the eye can see; bringing back memories of what Konoha had been like.

His cloak continued to billow as he stood up, ready to continue his long trip. The sun was still high up in the sky, so he had no doubt that he would make it to his destination before day turned to night. He would have to return to this place someday, if only to enjoy the peace and quiet. A fond smile began to grow on his face, stretching out his whisker marks as he thought back to a certain place that had been just as relaxing as this, if not more so.

"Good morning. You are finally awake after five days of being bedridden. How are you feeling?" A young blonde looked up with a confused look that held both apprehension and suspicion at the unfamiliar voice.

:High pitched voice- female- and by the sound of it about my age. Threat level- no chakra- nonexistent. Unfamiliar territory- inside. Look for all possible exits.

"I feel fine. Did you nurse me back to health?" Naruto finally got a good luck at the owner of the voice.

"I'm glad, and yes I did. Please make sure that if you need anything or if you have any questions or concerns feel free to ask me. Okay?" She was indeed young; long-wavy, pale blonde hair that reached down to her feet, a single strand poking upwards. Her large pupiless-green eyes were observing him intently with such innocent curiosity that it caught Naruto slightly off guard. Those were not the eyes of an enemy.

"Thank you...um…?" The young girl's eyes widened in understanding.

"I'm Mavis Vermillion. " Naruto nodded slowly in contemplation, not recognizing her name. "Um, there is something I want to ask you." Naruto motioned for her to continue with a small hand gesture. "Your body...it rejected every healing spell I casted on it, but it seems to have gotten better by itself without my help?"

Naruto raised an eyebrow at that, looking closely at the girl beside him and felt for her chakra. "Spell?"

"Yes. My magic spells did not work on you, something seemed to reject them." Sure enough, there was no trace of chakra on her body whatsoever, but that was impossible. Chakra was the life-force of the world, the energy that permeates everything.

"You do not have any chakra," Naruto frowned, looking at the girl with intense curiosity. "How is that possible?"

"Chatara...what is that?" Mavis questioned.

"Chakra… Mavis. It is the life-energy that the body produces, the energy that is essential to even the most basic of techniques. By meditation and physical exercise one can gain control of their chakra, allowing us to perform feats that would otherwise be considered impossible." Mavis eyes were sparkling with childish fascination, looking at the blonde in wonder. Naruto deadpanned and coughed into his hand once. "You mentioned spells and magic?"

"Uh-huh," Mavis nodded enthusiastically. "Magic is the physical embodiment of the spirit. When the physical spirit of an organism connects with the spiritual flow of nature, the spirit can then form magic from that connection. We can then store that energy in our bodies and when we gain control of over it, we can use spells to do a multitude of things." Naruto nodded in a way that outwardly showed he understood, but on the inside was otherwise confused.

"I see," Naruto muttered, looking at the girl intently. He needed to figure out where he currently was as soon as possible. Lack of information in his field was dangerous, and so far the girl seemed to be willing to answer his questions. He would have to question her more about what this "magic" was and what it was capable of, whether it was a threat or not. But that would have to wait as the door was pushed open before he could speak.

"Mavi… oh, he is awake," It was a young girl in her early teens, close in age to himself. She has dark hair that is tied up in a pigtail with a set bangs, unkempt waves purposely let hanging over her forehead.

Naruto raised an eyebrow in question, but otherwise remained silent. Being subjected to Illusionary techniques back home- even Tsukuyomi- he could tell apart an illusion from reality. They invaded your senses in a way that you could never feel you were trapped in it, but there were signs that would let you know. Now, he could not sense this 'magic' that was most likely the cause of this illusionary person he was looking at, but his eyes had always been sharper than most. Turning his gaze to Mavis, he noticed she was either ignorant to the 'magic' at play or she simply didn't care. Whatever the reason, it was none of his business. 'Why am I craving tea?'

"Hmmm… you never told me your name," Mavis demanded with a pout, looking at the blonde boy accusingly. The dark-haired girl giggled from her place by the door at Mavis' childish personality. "That's rude! I told you mine."

Naruto debated telling her his real name, but there were reasons why that wouldn't be a good idea. The whole world was his enemy- trying to rid itself of the calamity that was Trihexa- but it knew who it's enemy really was. He was not wrong. It was the world that was wrong and it's current system. Shinobi were the true enemy- causing war and destruction- and thriving in a world where deception and lies meant living another day. He waged war on the current system; Naruto Uzumaki sitting back as Trihexa took over and destroyed their enemies with the power sealed inside him. When not in battle, Naruto would take over in order to train his own abilities.

It was almost poetic, two vastly different personalities within one body yet to accept themselves, forced to work together for one simple reason, survival. Trihexa, full of rage and hatred was fully compatible with the Nine Tail's corrosive chakra, destruction incarnate. Naruto, compassionate and loyal, had the full power of nature at his disposal as his Mokuton grew stronger.

The Elemental Nation was hopeless when faced with a Naruto who fully accepted his dark-self, bringing the full power of the Nine-Tails and Hashirama together to create something inconceivable. That's right… he was Naruto Uzumaki, Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi and heir of Hashirama. Trihexa was just a manifestation of his own weakness, protecting him while he learned to protect himself.

But he was not ready to give up that name yet. Let the world know he was still alive as they trembled in fear.

"Trihexa."

"Trihexa? Weird name," Mavis responded. "Never heard of it." Naruto's eye twitched at the fast dismissal, wondering if this girl was living under a rock. How could she not know that name? Mavis, oblivious to the annoyed look the blonde was giving her stood up and motioned for him to follow. " Well then Trihexa, come on I want you to see this place."

With a lazy sigh, he stood up and followed her quietly. The girl already standing by the door disappeared behind it, followed closely by Mavis. The fact that she didn't recognize the name meant that she was not an enemy at least, or she was a very good actor. Whatever the case he would just deal with it like he does everything else, by just running away so he doesn't have to deal with it.

Funny how the worst villain the world had ever seen… was a lazy bastard.

He pushed the door open, blinding white light obscuring his vision until his eyes adjusted to it. When they did, his eyes widened in surprised. The nature energy rolling off this place was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was...

"Beautiful huh," Mavis' voice said beside him. "We call it Tenrou Island."

Naruto smiled at the memory of his first meeting with Mavis as he continued on his way, climbing up another large hill without any trouble. His golden hair fell over his eyes, blocking the harsh glare from the sun. His eyes, if one were to catch a glimpse, are set in a constant lazy gaze that immediately gives off the feeling that they would rather be closed. Standing at the peak, he looked ahead at the vast grassland he would cross, pleasantly surprised to find smoke coming up from behind another hill. He slid down, quickly continuing forward in the general direction of the smoke.

After only twenty more minutes of walking he happened upon a small, out of the way village he doubted would be marked on a map. It appeared to consist of about fifteen houses or more, all made of wood and surrounded by what looked to be hastily made barricades and walls. More of said walls were being constructed by laboring villagers. The closer he got to the village, Naruto couldn't help but frown at the cloud of depression that seemed to loom over it's entirety. Weary eyes locked onto his form full of apprehension, fear, and mistrust. All around him were signs of poverty, people huddled together in the streets whispering and pointing his way. Windows were hastily shut close and mothers quickly scampered off with their children at the sight of the stranger. Naruto frown at the state of things.

"What business brings you here, stranger?" Naruto turned around and was surprised at what he was seeing, though on the outside he managed to keep his lazy expression. An elderly man stood in front of him, stocky in build and holding what looked to be an old and worn out katana. Behind him stood ten men, all varying in age and size with only one thing in common… all were glaring at Naruto. They were carrying an interesting assortment of makeshift weapons ranging from shovels to pitchforks and even kitchen knives. Naruto merely smiled and lifted his hands in surrender, not at all bother by the situation.

"Woah there, take it easy old man. I'm only passing by." The old men only glared in response and motioned for one of his men to pat him down for any hidden weapon on his body. Naruto merely lifted an eyebrow in question, but otherwise kept smiling at the group. The man behind Naruto nodded in satisfaction and stepped back, signaling the old man the stranger was clean. Grunting in response, the old man walked past Naruto and motioned for him to follow, the group of men dispersing but not before giving the blond one last glare.

"Sorry about that, but with what's been going on we can't be too careful around strangers," the old man said, not bothering to look at him. He stopped in front of the people building walls and barricades, shaking his head at the poorly constructed defenses. He muttered something unintelligible to himself and began walking away. "Even if that person is a Wizard Saint."

"You know… those defenses wouldn't even stop a very determined cripple," Naruto pointed out jokingly. He heard the old man snort in response. "So why can't you feel safe around a Wizard Saint. Aren't we supposed to be like the good guys?"

"Yeah well, it gives them a sense of hope and protection, not that it will help us much." Naruto looked away from where he had been staring at, instead focusing on the old man who had stopped again in front of a field full of crops. Naruto grimaced at the poor state of things, knowing well those crops wouldn't last long enough to produce food. " And to answer your question, not every Wizard Saint is a saint, if you know what I mean. Or that's what I've heard anyways."

"Hm, and what would they need protection against that they even have to build walls and barricades, wild animals?" Naruto asked, picking a rotten tomato from the ground, looking at it and tossing it away. "Way I see it, the only protection they need is from whoever is in charge of farming. This crap will only give them food poisoning." He picked another vegetable, an onion this time, to further prove his point. It was brown, not the usual white it is suppose to be.

The old man snatched the rotten onion from Naruto's hand and tossed it away, glaring at the blond. "That farmer would be me." Naruto could only smile sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his head. "And protection against those thugs from Bosco, damn bastards can't leave us alone."

"They steal your money, food… bully you?" Naruto questioned.

"If it were only that simple. Those bastards are slavers. They take our women and children," the old man spit out, fist clenching and eyes full of anger. Naruto frowned, eyeing the old man carefully.

"Why don't you just train the men to fight? They could help defend this place," Naruto asked. The old man looked at him questioningly, making Naruto sigh at having to explain himself. "You're a soldier, or a retired one at least."

"And how did you figure that?"

Naruto shrugged. "The way you walk shows signs of physical training and the fact your hand does not stray far from the knife you have strapped to your belt, hidden underneath your shirt tells me you are ready to defend yourself at any given moment. Paranoia like that can only be acquired through battle experience."

"Pretty good for a child. I was a General under the command of the King before I retired and came by this little village. Decided to settle here, thought it was a peaceful place." the old man admitted. "My name is Hiruzen." Naruto nodded in acknowledgement. "And to answer your question, I was hoping these men would not need the teachings that are only used for violence. Guess I was wrong."

"How long ago was it?" Hiruzen raised an eyebrow in question. "The raid by those Bosco slavers I mean."

"It was earlier today, which is why there was smoke rising from here, " the Hiruzen said. "They burnt down a house in anger after one of our young women put up quite a fight, Tsunami is her name."

"Hm, sounds like quite a problem you people have," Naruto hummed, looking at Hiruzen from the corner of his eye. "Perhaps I can help… for the right price, of course."

"And what would that price be?"

It wasn't long before he found himself standing on a cliff overlooking the lone road leading to the country of Bosco. A large trail of dust rose in the distance below, growing smaller and smaller as it got further away. They were moving slow, obviously not expecting to be attacked at all once they crossed into the dry desert of Bosco. Naruto walked slowly to the very edge, eyes locked onto the target. He would have to show them Fiore had no tolerance for slavery. He disappeared without a trace.

The group of slavers halted to a stop as a thick fog broke through the area, limiting eyesight to the tip of the nose. One of the thugs had obviously noticed this was not a normal trick of mother nature, but man-made. The area around them was too dry for fog this thick and humid to be able to form.

"H-Hey, stay alert and surround the wagon," one of the thugs called out to the rest, no doubt the leader. He quickly reached for his weapon as he saw a shadow move. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"The women and children you took," a voice whispered in his ear. The thug's eyes opened wide in shock, his body involuntarily reacting with a wild swing of his sword. His heart dropped as the blade was caught with two fingers and the fog explode outward with a powerful gust of wind that originated from his attacker, revealing his group of ten men sprawled on the ground dead with pools of blood underneath them, their throats cut open from very precise slices.

The leader scrambled back to get some distance from his attacker, his face no longer of fear but twisting to show his rage. Naruto let go of the sword, watching the man back up with a bored gaze. "Do you want to fight?"

"You killed my comrades!" Naruto raised an eyebrow as the wind started to pick up, but only in their location. The leader raised his sword in front of him, two hands gripping the hilt tightly and a green hue around him. Naruto said nothing, just standing there with his arms crossed and cloak billowing with the fierce wind around him. "So I will kill you."

"Hm. Are you surprised I killed your comrades?" Naruto asked, curiosity lacing his words. "You're slavers, forcefully taking women and children from their home in order to sell them to the highest bidder. They got what was coming to them."

"We did what we had to do," the leader spit back, barely restraining himself from launching at the blonde kid. "We..."

"You did what you were paid to do, " Naruto interrupted him. He looked impassive now. "There is a difference."

The wind begun to pick up even stronger. "I'll kill yo…"

The leader never got to finish as Naruto appeared in front of him, his fist tearing through skin and muscle, breaking through bone, crushing his heart, and finally bursting from his back. He locked eyes with the blonde, eyes wide with horror and mouth gushing blood as he let out one last breath. Naruto pulled his arm out, now covered in blood, from the dead man, but if it bothered him he did not show it.

"Damn, I need a change of clothes."

He walked through the dead corpses rather calmly, stopping next to the wagon the thugs had been transporting. Tearing the lock apart, he opened the door only for his hands to tighten into fists at the sight in front of him. The women and children he was looking for were currently bound to their seats, their arms and legs bound at their wrists and ankles. Most looked at him with wide eyes full of fear and tear stained, while some were asleep or unconscious, he couldn't tell. Frowning at the state of things, he quickly set about freeing each one of them, coating his hand in a thin layer of wind chakra and slicing through their chains.

"Ok, you're free now, go." The women stared at him with confusion, hesitant to move. Suddenly a women all the way to the back, mid-twenties and purple hair stood up with a smile on her face as she wiped away the tears from her eyes, putting up a strong front for the rest. "Thank you."

"Tsunami?" She nodded, surprised he knew her name. "I heard you put up quite a fight."

"Yes."

Naruto nodded in acknowledgement with a smile. "Brave and pretty, a good combination. Lead them back. I'm sure your families are waiting."

"You heard that? Our families are waiting, so let's go!" That did the trick as one by one they started exiting the wagon, some letting out cries of surprise at the unmoving bodies strewn about covered in blood outside.

"He killed them all!"

"Was there no other way?" Naruto looked at the purple haired women in confusion. "Maybe send them to prison."

"Yes, there are always different ways. This is just what I'm most used to," Naruto offered with a shrug. "I'm sorry if you're not used to this."

Tsunami simply nodded and turned to lead her fellow prisoners home. Each one gave him their appreciation, letting him know he was welcome to visit anytime. One girl even said if he was ever feeling lonely, he should stop by. That one made his day.

"Will I ever see you again?" Tsunami said, suddenly turning back to ask him.

"I'm sure," Naruto smiled. "Oh, and please let Hiruzen know I expect him to keep his end of the deal."

Night had fallen when Naruto arrived at the base of a small hill, a narrow staircase composed of large, flat stones leading up to the top. He was in the right path, if the engraving roughly carved into one of the large rocks flanking the staircase that read 'Fairy Tail' along with the Guild's was any indication. This is not exactly what he expected, but it was inevitable with the current situation. Still, it meant more work for him which he was certainly not looking forward to.

Once he reached the top, sitting at the center of a woody area- mirroring the current condition of the Guild- was a ruined building. It resembled a small tavern more than a headquarter with one floor and walls mainly composed of stones with visible cracks here and there, one side almost fully covered by vines. He didn't even bother looking at the rest of the building, with what he'd seen having been enough. He did notice, however, the lights were off.

'Hmm, maybe they all went home.'

He stood there for a few minutes, before deciding to come back tomorrow as he lazily made his way back the direction he came from. His ear twitched and his head tilted to the right as the sound of soft footsteps hitting wood reached him. He turned around at the sound of the door opening, an amused smile on his face as he caught the look of surprise on the girl's face. She paused for a second, fear flashing through her face before quickly being replaced with a nervous smile of her own.

From what he could see, she was a real beauty. A petite young women with short, violet-colored hair and green eyes. She wore a lime-green color blouse with a green neckline and white skirt, complimented with a pair of green boots. She held a pair of keys in her hand as she turned towards him.

"Ah, I'm sorry but I was just about to close for the night." The girl gave the blonde an apologetic look. "You can come back tomorrow morning, if you would like."

"I see," came the cool reply as Naruto once again turned to leave. 'Damn! I was hoping to join today so I could at least crash in there for the night,' thought Naruto as he cried anime tears inside. On the outside, he let out a tired sigh at the thought of sleeping outside. "Goodnight then."

What can I say but College. I'm a freshman so I had to get use to everything, which means less time to write.

Next chapter should be out soon though.

The Last King