(So, I was thinking instead of Blake, what about a vote? Weiss, Cinder, Emerald, or dare I say…Neo? Let me know in the reviews and I'll gladly set the vote up. By the way, anyone see the new Chibi, they kind of hinted something about Neo that makes sense in context…see you around readers!

Ooh, almost forgot, Silent Moon gets updated this weekend!

Also, I found a theme song for this story, Me and Creed (and its frigging beautiful.

-Blazeraptor54!)

Naruto yawns as he hops up, "think I somehow killed him?"

"Doubt it,' Anko says as she looks around the area, "he didn't seem like the person to just go down."

Naruto limped a little bit, still healing several broken ribs, he looked at the trees and all markings on the ground. They soon came upon where the pentagram had been, finding that it was still gone, still totally destroyed.

Anko puckered her lips, chuckling a little bit, "you must've been pissed."

"I got tired of his shit," Naruto scoffs as he looked at where he last flung the man, "and yes."

Suddenly they heard movement, they both turned around in time to see a figure sitting on top of a tree branch, wearing a white mask in a likeness of a fox. The figure was obviously a woman, she had a feminine figure, from Anko could tell.

She yawns, "you won't find him, The Wendigo. He's currently digesting in some Beowulf stomachs, a rather fitting end to a rabid dog."

"How," Anko looked at the woman, "he was much powerful than a Beowulf."

"Three days of running, defecating on yourself, and fear." The woman in the mask almost sound in a dreamy manner, "normally I find torture repulsive…but, in his case, it was always long overdue."

"So, you killed him?" Naruto questioned, rubbing the back of his head.

She smirked under her mask, they couldn't see her eyes, but that had been red the entire time. Looking right at Naruto, she could see his aura coils and chakra network, all of them flaring with intense fervor. She looked right at Anko, her aura coils and chakra coils also flared with the same fire.

Except the boy's were like an entire forest on fire, and Anko's was just a building at best!

She goes to get up, watching as Anko went for her sword, "no need. We aren't enemies, more like allies, Anko Mitarashi."

"How do you know my name, are you a tracker?" She questioned, still reaching for her blade.

The masked woman merely chuckled, "I am many things, but The Clans I am not."

She turned her back to Anko and Naruto, "report back to Mistral City because they no longer have to worry about a serial killer."

"Y-yeah, sure, um…I guess we say thank you?" Naruto looked at Anko as he rubbed the back of his head.

Anko just looked at him, "no, we just simply respect that she killed someone we had trouble with and move on."

"You'd do well to heed her words boy," the masked woman states, "you only respect those you find that have your back…and I do not."

Naruto took a deep breath, forming the tiger seal, he looked right at her as he saw a blinking red light coming from her. It made him wince, she was practically a sun of aura and chakra, he looked right at her as she turned around.

She chuckled under mask once more, suddenly appearing in front of Naruto much to Anko's surprise, she cupped the boy's chin.

"My oh my, what beautiful ruby eyes you have, a bloodline?" She inquires, but she already knew the answer, she had given him that bloodline after all.

Naruto shook slightly, but stared into the eye holes, catching a brief glimpse of red eyes.

"Who are you?" Naruto inquires, for some reason he felt a sort of attraction to the woman, not romantic more familial.

The woman chuckled, tapping his head after backing off, "a friend…to you at least"

"Naruto," Naruto greeted her as he rubbed the back of his head once more, "Naruto Namikaze."

"I don't sense evil from you," Naruto spoke up, "so I guess you're telling the truth."

"Honey," the woman backs off a little bit and gets ready to head out, "the word evil is very subjective. That Wendigo was an evil bastard, but I also kill those who commit crimes, frankly, we're all killers."

She then smiled, "Huntsman or otherwise."

The woman sighs, "I had better leave, my partner is waiting for me."

She jumps into the trees, however, Naruto felt like running toward her. For some reason his heart, no his very soul, demanded that he just jump and follow her. However, he fought back those feelings, standing there besides Anko.

"She's…" Naruto breathed out a little bit, "weird…"

"We should get going Fishcake, one more night in Mistral City and we move to Windrunner. Then off this boring continent and hello The Crescent Islands for a tournament!" Anko yawns a little bit, but as she walked away, she noted that Naruto wasn't following her.

"T-tournament?!" Naruto yelled as he looked at Anko.

She nodded, smiling, "damn skippy!"

"B-but, I'm not ready for a tournament, right?" Naruto inquired as he looked at her.

She just turned around and ruffled his hair, "no, but we'll get you ready. The Mistralian-Atlasian Combat Tournament isn't for another six months."

Naruto stood there, looking at the trees, "Anko…what's a bloodline?"

"I'll explain it to you another day, c'mon Fishcake, its nothing bad I assure you," Anko told him as she watches him reluctantly start moving back toward her.

She draped her arm around her, "relax kid, the nightmare is over."

A bright day in Mistral, with the winds flowing across the mountainous city giving life to all those people around it, Naruto was standing at the gate by Anko. The woman yawns, she looked at him, giving him a smile as she patted her shoulder.

Maki neighs as several people start walking toward the gate.

Ren was on crutches for the time being, until his leg fully healed from the bullet, Nora was there helping him. Arslan and several others looked at Naruto, all of them walking up to him, bowing their heads.

"We're sorry, about last week when you said you couldn't play with us because you weren't a student in the academy." Arslan apologized first, "it's a liability thing…ya know."

"No, I understand, it is fine!" Naruto waved it off as he spoke with a smile.

Daichi sighed, "so, are you really leaving? I mean, after all, you've done you'd get honors to get into Sanctum."

"Meh," Naruto rubbed the back of his head, "I am more interested in sticking with my teacher, Anko."

"Well, we've got you something for the road, its nothing big." Arslan held out her hand, it was a necklace.

An amethyst, she looked at him, "it wasn't too expensive, and you earned it. It's a symbol of our friendship with you, for saving Nora and Ren."

Naruto chuckled, putting it around his neck, "it is awesome guys."

"Oh, um, Naruto." Nora then grabs him and brings him into a group hug. T

Naruto's eyes widened a little bit until he smiled and returned the hug to everyone, "thanks, guys…thank you…"

The group squeezes him a little bit harder.

The blonde yawns as he is let go, "and now I have to return to my torturer."

"Ooh Fishcake," Anko mocked being hurt slightly, "that's cold~"

Anko looked at Nora as she walked with the group up to her, smiling as Naruto stood by her, "mam…can you please make sure our little guy gets back here safe?"

Daichi was the one that spoke, "we owe him a game of soccer."

Naruto laughed a little bit, "she will, you all just focus on getting stronger!"

Everyone looked at each other, nodding, "we'll do our friend!"

The blonde watches as they start walking away, he sighed a little bit, "you think I'll see them again?"

"Of course," Anko hopped up on Maki, "but guess what time it is?"

"Run time?"
"RUN TIME~"

"Yah Maki, Yah!" Anko made her horse gallop, with Naruto following closely behind.

Naruto yelled out as he ran behind her, "I've got to get me a horse!"

Night had fallen quickly over Mistral, and for the first time in a little over a week, Naruto could take comfort in the sounds of crickets chirping. He leaned back on Maki's back leg, sighing, his legs were sore. He had run a good thirty miles today, but it was nowhere near like it had been at the start of his training with Anko, he was acclimating rather well.

His sword jingled all the way on his hip since he was allowed to carry it, it became his responsibility, not Anko's.

Anko was stoking a campfire, looking at the blonde, "Hey, Fishcake?"

"Hmm," Naruto leaned up and sat cross-legged, "what's up Anko?"

"How did you hold your own against Wendigo?" Anko inquired, watching him see if he was lying on anything.

"Um, luck mostly, and basic stuff you taught me during our journey so far. I mean, it was common sense, he was much stronger than me, so I had to keep him moving. Plus, my semblance made all the difference since I could keep distance with it, but then he did a series of hand seals and launched fire from his mouth." He got up, and took a deep breath, "kind of like this!"

Naruto fumbled for a moment on the hand seals, ending on Tiger, which he knew intimately at this point. The blonde took a deeper breath than before, his cheeks puffing out a little, he turned toward the ground as he let loose a wave of fire from his mouth.

Anko's eyes widened, she was stunned, only a few people she knew could instinctively use Jutsu after seeing it.

Naruto was one of ten people, her father and Itachi among them, hell she wasn't even among them!

The blonde tween chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, "see, do you know what its called?"

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu. Not a bad Jutsu, a C-rank Jutsu, but the fact you used it without prior training in elemental manipulation is astounding…how, Fishcake?" She eyed him, watching rub the back of his head.

the child took a deep breath, he clapped his hands into the Tiger Seal and focused chakra into his eyes. Opening them, his eyes were crimson red, with a foxlike slit in the middle. He took a moment to focus more chakra into them, he felt them burn as black veins emerged around them.

That's when Anko's aura and charka networks became visible, "I can see your networks, the nodes for aura and the networking for chakra. When he used that Jutsu he put a lot of chakra into his throat and ground it together while forming hand seals."

Anko hummed, "then that tracker may have a point about the bloodline thing, very few bloodlines allow someone to see inside someone else's network."

The blonde blinks, deactivating the eyes he had, he took a moment to gather his bearings. "Well, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends on the bloodline," Anko said as she got cross-legged, "some bloodlines carry with it a curse. Sharingan, Itachi's carry's a curse of hatred that allows them to transform into higher forms but at the cost of someone's morality."

"All of these bloodlines can be traced back in the centuries before Grimm, when Dragon Continent, Ryu, wasn't even formed due to The Great War. A war supposedly fought between humanity, divine kind, and demons. Supposedly the divines made the middle of the larger continent, Taiyo, flood and thus forming the two very close continents of Ryu and Sanus." Anko tells Naruto as she leaned back on to her bedroll.

Naruto was stunned, "this really happened?"

"No one knows," Anko waves her hand, "that was a time when the moon was whole. Now, I'm no history buff, but when humanity and Faunus kind were at their peak the Grimm came about…so…give or take a few thousand, about twenty thousand years."

He sighed, "so what are we going to do now if the tournament isn't for a while?"

"Train Fishcake, train and train and…train!" Anko rolls around on the ground as she chants, she then stops, "and work on hand seals and Jutsu."

Naruto's tail wagged, he pumped his fist, "yes!"

"No don't get excited, my method is brutally efficient, and it'll take time master Fishcake." Anko then yawns as she speaks, "but for now, let us just rest."

Nodding, Naruto got into his bedroll, huddling into it. He looked at Anko, giving her a smile, that's when he yawned as well.

"Anko," she looked at him, "thank you…for all of this…I know I say it a lot, but I don't think I can say it enough."

Anko smiled, "aww can it Fishcake, I'm about to go devil on your ass starting tomorrow."

Awakening before dawn, Naruto leaned up from the bedroll, feeling hungry. He yawns, getting oxygen to flow throughout his body, and gets out from under the bedroll. Walking over to a nearby stream he looks at the fish swimming in the river.

Karp, not very tasty, but very nutritious all the same.

Getting his sword out, making it glow as he channeled chakra into it, Naruto readied himself to thrust into the river, only to stop when he heard chuckle around him. That chuckling sounded very familiar, his eyes widened as he turned around to find The Wendigo standing there.

"Hello," Naruto's body moved before he could react, jumping backward.

The Wendigo appeared behind him, however, holding him by his neck, "thought your friend could kill me…please…"

Naruto attempted to scream for Anko, but The Wendigo twisted his neck, popping it and making him fall into a heap on the river's edge.

As Naruto laid paralyzed on the river's edge, he watched as The Wendigo casually walked over toward Anko before raising a dagger up and stabbing her in the head.

Naruto jolted upward, he breathed heavily, he was sweating profusely inside of bedroll. He grabbed his sword, unsheathing it from his scabbard and holding it at the ready. He looked around, breathing hard, he noticed that there was no sign of anything around him save for Anko and Maki.

Forming the Tiger seal while sheathing the sword, Naruto forced chakra into his eyes as he looked around, he didn't see any other chakra signatures save Maki's and Anko's. He gripped his head, he felt it pound as he looked around it, still focusing on the area around him.

He suddenly felt sick!

Running over toward a tree, he lurched and then violently vomited into the brush he was facing. Falling to his knees as he did, however, he took a deep breath and wiped his lips.

"Just a nightmare…just a nightmare…" Naruto murmured in a mantra, "just a nightmare…"

He fell back on his buttocks, taking a moment to collect himself, "even when dead…"

He leaned back, breathing hard, he just smacked his face as he deactivated his eyes. Taking a moment, shakenly, to stand up. Pinching his nose, he could still fill the pop in his neck, as if it hadn't been a dream, but had happened.

Taking a stepped forward, Naruto looked over at Anko, she was still asleep and no knife in her skull.

Deciding to stay up Naruto walks toward a nearby clearing, where he unsheathed his blade and slung it forward. Gripping it in two hands as he began to practice with it, slashing and stabbing at the air in front of him.

It was random, ununiformed, he had no true proper training. Just pointers his dad had given him before passing away, but something felt off as he continued to strike at the air. The woman, her smell, he never mentioned to Anko that she smelled familiar.

As if they had met, and even carried the scent of his father with her.

The Masked Woman was walking toward a small portal, there, the blonde haired man from before stood up on his rock.

"Hello, my beautiful queen," the man greeted as he hopped down, "I see you have interacted with him. So, is our son manifesting his Dojutsu?"

"He is," the woman chuckled, "our beautiful son is truly expressing his blood."

The man hummed, "does that clan woman suspect anything?"

"No," the pale woman then brushed her finger against the man's chest, "and she's an outcast anyhow."

"It was hard to leave our son, believing I was dead, my blood clone having expired too soon." The man sighs as he wrapped his arm around her, "but it doesn't matter now, does it?"

"The world is ours, The Dark God's Bloodline lives on through us and through our beautiful children." She looked behind the man's shoulder, looking at a black-haired youth sitting on a rock.

The youth had ruby red eyes, much like his mother's, and black sclera. "Mother."

"Menma," the woman walks over to her child, "your younger brother is growing up well."

"I don't understand," he looked into her eyes, "why not just bring him into the fold, train him like you trained me?"

the woman sighed as she sat behind her son, playing with his hair, the boy was obviously a little older than Naruto. Menma's hair was just like his fathers, spiky, but he took more from his maternal grandfather.

His dark blue eyes, the jet black hair, all signs to be the grandson to a God of Darkness.

"Naruto, Menma, was our second born but your father had to make it look like he was still working for The Clans. So, he had a blood clone fake its death, your brother won't be able to handle all of this until he's older…until he discovers his powers and self." The woman explains as she finished braiding one of his braids.

The man walked over to her, "Salem, Menma, the roundtable is wanting a meeting."

The woman, Salem, sighed, "they could never act without me. Minato, do you think its truly best that we don't take Naruto now?"

"No," Minato sighed, "he's been through enough already, no reason to crash world twice."

Menma rolled his eyes, "I guess the only good thing about it, is that my young brother will probably be able to use a Reality Marble before I can."

Salem smacked Menma in the back of the head lightly, "do not fret over such things my son, power comes with time. Though many of Ozpin's circle think I am a power-hungry maniac, I am not without patience."

Minato took a seat by her, "and thousands of years we've existed, waiting for the time for us to have you and your brother."

The boy sighed, "do you think that Naruto would so will leave any friends he makes?"

"No," his mother simply answered, "I will not force him too. However, I doubt many of his true friends will stay friends once he manifests his true powers."

On Menma's right hand a black sun glowed a little bit, he stood up from the rock, "mother…father, perhaps I should meet him next time."

Minato and Salem looked at each other, Minato was the first to speak up, "there is that tournament in The Crescent Islands. Menma would have to control his transformation and his powers in order to go."

Salem rubbed her chin, "perhaps we all could?"

"Risky," Minato then cupped her face, "but I wouldn't have fallen for you if I wasn't into risks."

"Gah," Menma got up in disgust, "get a room you two…sheesh."

The raven-haired youth looked at his parents, "you said long ago there was a hero that represented our kind, our progenitor…is he the soul we split from?"

"The first human and the first demoness to mate," Salem nodded as she looked at him, "yes."

Menma sighed, "I guess I should get ready for the paltry fanfare these humans throw for such occasions. Will Cinder and Emerald be accompanying us to keep up appearances of a large loving family?"

Salem glared at her child, "we are a large loving family, we just can't risk your brother becoming feral."

The teen just sighed, "I just want to see my baby brother, it is not right that he gets to suffer the lowly life of a human when he could easily become one of us."

"That," Minato looked at his eldest son, "or he would become feral and try to kill us."