When he was younger, his captors forced him to eat the fruit of infinity. Since the torment began, the blond-haired boy has remained alive only by his strength of will, held by the chains that impeded his freedom. Justice would be done! This is the beginning of everything. The beginning of the history of the man who was marked in history as 'the one who changed all things'!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto or One Piece masterpieces, as both are the property of their respective amazing writers, Masashi Kishimoto and Eiichiro Oda, but I will honestly claim my own creations along the way.
"This is the beginning of everything.
The beginning of the history of the man who was marked in history as 'the one who changed all things'.
Just as space has no beginning and no end, it's time for the world to meet the 'Blue-Eyes Infinity', Naruto!"
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The Infinity of Blue Eyes
Prologue
"BLUE!"
The story that began even in the darkest depths of the Holy Land Mary Geoise. It is located high above sea level, so it is surrounded by clouds and fog. Around the city there are artificially planted forests, as well as rivers; its water source is unknown. The city's walkways, called travelators, are continually moved by slave labor who push them from underground.
Advancing directly below and going towards the subsoil, several beings could be seen dragging and pushing the cranks that made the passersby above move without the need to walk. Just by their combined efforts and there was everything: from mermaids, mermen, fishmen, even human beings, ranging from the youngest age to the oldest.
"Argh! How long will we live like this? What have we done to deserve this?!" – a man whispered harshly, gritting his teeth at the others and all the despair he carried on his shoulders was perceptible in his voice. His eyes were dry because there was no longer enough liquid running through his body to allow them to cry freely, his posture slightly hunched and dressed in the common clothes that all the slaves there wore.
The shaven-headed man was met with silence because no one had anything to say to questions that would bring no change. Everyone present knew that no one would go against the wishes of a celestial dragon or face death, perhaps worse, for the situation they now shared was a fate worse than death itself, and if no one thought so here because of the torment they faced, there was no one else who could condemn them.
It started softly and most of the slaves chose to ignore it because they already knew who the movement belonged to and decided to focus on the matter in front of them, hoping they wouldn't be penalized even more later, just the sound of the shackles that bound them and chained their hearts, mind, spirit and freedom, in addition to wrists and legs, filled the corners of that dark space above the city that hid a story that would shake to the ends of this earth if it came to light.
"Hey!" – the cry of a voice that could only be harnessed to a child's vocal cords was heard and many there sighed after that.
While many continued with the order that had been given since the moment they stepped into this hell, they ignored the child's voice, a very old man averted his tired eyes from the crank he was pushing to focus on the source of the scream.
What he saw still brought a little glow to his soul, already battered and bloody from the passage of time and the shackles that were deeply rooted in this old and decrepit self.
The old man was looking at the back of a short, fair-skinned, tanned boy who had short, dirty, spiky blond hair. He wore the traditional clothing of slaves which at least for them consisted of a light gray jumpsuit closed to the collar and ripped black shoes.
"My boy." - Deciding to get the attention of the child who kept pushing the crank fiercely, the old man looked at him hoping he would pay attention, but seeing that it wouldn't happen anytime soon, he decided to try again. – "Naruto, my boy!" - He repeated with a slightly hoarse voice.
Suddenly the old man was looked at by clear and intense blue eyes that, if seen up close, would have noticed details that escape the vision of an old old man like the one in front of him. – "What is it, old man?" – Naruto asked confused when he heard the old man call his name. - "Do you have a problem? Need help?" – then out of nowhere the blonde started to chatter in front of the old man who was just watching him quietly and still being ignored by most of the beings around him.
The boy had energy, that much he could admit. Looking further at the child he ended up getting lost in his imagination, as his vision became blurred and his mind took him to a moment in time where he and the child in front of him were talking in just one more day of slavery. That day something happened that he still couldn't understand, or maybe it was his refusal to believe that made him think so, because his heart had hardened a long time ago. He didn't know, but it was on that very day that the old man found out...
"Oi, old man! Are you listening to me? You have that weird look on your face again!" - Naruto yelled, abruptly interrupting his train of thought.
"Oh! What did you say, my boy?" – the still unnamed old man pronounced languidly and muttered an apology to the boy in front of him who just shook his head briefly shaking his blond hair and gave him a fierce smile with intense eyes that made the old man take a second breath and he had to control himself not to fall over what he was about to hear.
"I said..." - the blond haired boy seemed to take a big breath for a moment and the more attentive ones tried but couldn't cover the audition in time. - "I WILL..." - Naruto shouted with all his spirit starting to narrate his dream and his eyes, which were only blue, seemed to gain a new color, a new intensity.
The beings present were bulging-eyed and mouths wide open, listening to a boy of all things proclaiming his dream, his goal, without fear of anything, with all his heart. Everyone there, including the old man, although he already knew, but they couldn't help the shudder they felt looking into that child's eyes with new shades of bravery, courage and something that is above all.
After all, unlike all of them, the child had an ambition. And justice was not something that could be considered small.
The prologue to a story that will shake the foundations of an era. The ambition and bravery of a boy who will walk among men, and will travel to the island where only women have the freedom and authorization to do so, the territory of the Kujas.
He will meet descendants of the Kumate tribe located on an island in the East Blue. The Centaurs will look at the boy with blond hair and blue eyes so intense without prejudice for his unique feature.
He will meet the Tribe of the Long Arms and the Tribe of the Long Legs, being attributed in his vision titles as rival and companions in arms by some of them. The Snake Neck Tribe will be mildly interested in your progress, as will the Three Eyes Tribe.
Half Giants and Giants will feast in your honor. Tritons and Mermaids alike will seek to know him and he will assume this role.
Skypieans will teach him about their history, origins and ancestry, turning him into a possible avid connoisseur of their customs.
The Minks located on the island above the back of the elephant Zou will be thrilled to hear about his dream and, like the small but very brave members of the Tontatta Tribe seen on Dressrosa, will not hesitate to ask the man of incredible ambition to share a drink with them so that they would all become his brothers.
Given these very important factors, will the land of the Samurai, the unique and mysterious Wano Country, be ready to receive its existence? Eventually his studies will lead him to consider the existence of the Lunarians, former lords of the lands at the top of the Red Line.
And so with all he will be, as equals. A boy who started his life as a slave, but will find the freedom he dreams so much solely for his ambition and justice! The boy will smile, cry, rejoice, celebrate and form bonds, new and old.
Look at the stars and try to visualize them all, face the sun and try not to look away, because like the infinity of space, this is a story that will never end!
End of prologue.
Author's Note: One more story is coming.
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