UNFOLDING THE PROPHECY
The Beginning of the offset!
"Talking" -Person speaking
'Thinking' - Person Thinking
"Talking"- Demon or Draong Speaking
'Thinking'- Demon or Dragon speaking
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In a world plagued by death and chaos, the infamous dark mage Zeref unleashed his Etherious upon the unsuspecting population. However, his immortality and the incredible power of mages ensured that no clear victor emerged from the bloody conflict. The devastation was unparalleled, leaving behind a shattered landscape where only death reigned. To protect themselves from further harm, the villagers resorted to an ancient and powerful spell, rendering their village untraceable to all but those possessing the rare ocular power of the Uchiha clan—a power bestowed by their Sharingan, allowing them to navigate the hidden land.
Amidst the desolation, a great Phoenix descended upon the land, bearing a prophetic message. It proclaimed that a child of unprecedented power, surpassing even the God of Magic, would one day be born. This child, destined to free the isolated island from its cursed existence, would carry immense potential. At first, the village elders harboured doubts, skeptical that anyone could possess power greater than the one who controlled forests and commanded nature itself. However, witnessing the extraordinary potential of their own offspring, their skepticism transformed into fear—a realization that this immense power could be dangerous.
The sole individual known to possess true magic in the present was Minato, whose energy manipulation and mastery of All Slayer magic set him apart. Although limited to a single element, this unique magic demanded a profound connection with true magic itself, making its acquisition and mastery an arduous task. Yet, Minato's son exhibited the densest concentration of magic ever recorded among mages. Additionally, Minato possessed the renowned Flying Thunder God technique, known as Hiraishin.
The Uchiha clan, renowned for their mastery of the Devil's eyes or Sharingan based on who you asked,—a power that allowed them to create illusions with a single glance and analyze and memorize any magic they encountered—were the only mages from the isolated island to venture into the outside world. They played an integral role in maintaining the village's functioning, earning even greater respect than Minato himself.
Sighing heavily, Minato acknowledged the unavoidable circumstances. He vowed to provide his son with the best possible childhood, striving to shield him from the dangers that awaited. Determined, he entered the village leader's estate, exchanging a glance with his wife Kushina. He assured her, "I will give it my all, my love. Let us cherish every precious moment we have with our son."
Kushina, holding their baby boy in her arms, gazed at him with tenderness. All her worries and sadness dissipated as she met Minato's eyes, a smile gracing her lips. "You're right. We must shower our little one with love and care. But simply calling him 'son' isn't enough. We need to choose a name for him. What do you think?"
Pausing momentarily, Minato pondered. "Hmm, I'm not particularly adept at naming, you know," he admitted.
An idea suddenly struck Kushina, and she exclaimed with excitement, "Ah! I have it! Let's name him Naruto. It suits him perfectly, and he looks absolutely adorable, dattebane!" Her fist pumped in the air, her smile widening.
Minato chuckled affectionately, recognizing his wife's unwavering love for ramen even while naming their child. "I have a feeling," he teased, "that you're determined to mould him into your own image—a true momma's boy, hmm?"
Kushina's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, don't you worry. He'll have his share of time with you, my dear. But he'll also inherit my love for ramen. We'll celebrate his first birthday with a grand ramen feast, dattebane!"
As their conversation lingered, the elation of becoming parents enveloped Minato and Kushina. Unbeknownst to them, their baby boy's azure blue eyes briefly flickered with an unnatural, red glow—a mystical radiance that stirred dormant entities from their long slumber. Yet, in their blissful ignorance, they remained oblivious to the forces that began to stir in the shadows.
Days turned into nights, and the couple embraced their newfound roles with unwavering love and dedication. They lavished Naruto with affection, nurturing him with tender care. Every smile, every giggle, every milestone became a treasured memory etched upon their hearts. In the depths of their souls, they were determined to provide their son with the best possible childhood—one filled with joy, love, and protection.
But beneath their facade of strength, fear and apprehension lingered. The weight of the prophecy loomed over them like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of uncertainty on their hopes and dreams. The prospect of their child possessing power surpassing the God of Magic instilled both awe and anxiety within their hearts. They couldn't help but wonder: Would Naruto become a savior or a harbinger of destruction? How would they guide him through a world fraught with peril and uncertainty?
Each passing day deepened their resolve to shield Naruto from the imminent dangers that lay ahead. Minato, with his unwavering determination and mastery of magic, vowed to be his son's protector, guiding him through the treacherous paths that awaited. He honed his skills, seeking to be a beacon of strength and wisdom for Naruto to lean on.
Kushina, on the other hand, embraced her role as Naruto's mother with unyielding fervor. She poured her heart into every lullaby sung, every gentle caress, and every moment shared. Her love enveloped Naruto like a warm embrace, shielding him from the harsh realities that awaited beyond the safety of their village. She wanted Naruto to experience a childhood filled with laughter and innocence, even as the weight of destiny pressed upon their lives.
Together, Minato and Kushina forged an unbreakable bond, a united front against the forces that threatened their son's future. They would face the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, hand in hand, determined to overcome any obstacle that dared to challenge their family.
In the midst of their hopes and fears, Naruto, oblivious to the magnitude of his existence, basked in the love that surrounded him. His innocent laughter echoed through the village, bringing joy to all who heard it. Unaware of the destiny that awaited him, he would grow up under the watchful eyes of his parents, blissfully unaware of the mysterious forces that had stirred upon his birth.
Little did they know that Naruto's journey was only just beginning, and the world would soon come to witness the indomitable spirit of the child destined to shape their future—a future where light and darkness would collide, and the strength of Naruto's heart would be tested like never before.
Within the enigmatic realm of the Phoenixes, a particular avian creature, adorned with resplendent golden flames, stirred from its deep slumber. As its eyes opened, the powerful Phoenix emitted a resonating shriek, a signal that echoed through the very essence of the Burning Palace, reaching every majestic bird within its sacred walls.
A gentle luminescence suffused the land, accompanied by an embrace of soothing warmth that enveloped every being in its ethereal grasp. Amidst this enchanting aura, the current ruler of the Burning Palace, the King of Phoenixes, abandoned his ornate throne and embarked upon a solemn journey toward the revered temple.
This Phoenix, known as Ignate, possessed a distinct aura that set him apart as one of the most formidable and exceptional beings within the palace. His feathers blazed with a vibrant orange hue, illuminated by the sacred black flames bestowed upon him by the gods themselves. The intensity of these flames radiated such searing heat that even non-magical creatures would instantly find themselves drenched in sweat upon entering his presence. Ignate, with his regal bearing and commanding presence, held dominion as one of the most potent and grandiose beings within the Burning Palace.
With measured steps, Ignate entered the hallowed sanctuary, patiently awaiting the arrival of the revered entity they had all longed to encounter—a being who had slumbered for untold ages, the Great Phoenix, renowned for its resplendent golden feathers and its luminous, ethereal flames. Unlike the fiery orange hue adorning most Phoenixes, the Great Phoenix possessed radiant red plumage, elegantly complemented by the breathtaking brilliance of its golden flames. Its piercing blue eyes, a striking departure from the customary orange, emanated a captivating luminescence that hinted at secrets untold.
The Great Phoenix, known as Ablaze, materialized before Ignate, its ascent and descent marked by a brilliant pillar of golden flame that seemed to pierce the heavens. Ablaze, the elder and wisest among their kind, possessed an air of ancient wisdom and profound power.
Meeting Ignate's expectant gaze, Ablaze offered a weary smile. "Yes, Ignate, the time has come," he affirmed his voice a melodious harmony that resonated through the temple's hallowed halls.
Ignate, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, couldn't help but voice his heartfelt query. "Was it truly necessary, Ablaze? Were the sacrifice of your life and the burden on my mind truly warranted for this child?"
Ablaze, sensing Ignate's discontent, exhaled a heavy sigh, the weight of ages etched upon his countenance. "You were fated for this path, my dear student. Rest assured, I made this sacrifice not only for the well-being of the human world but also for the preservation of our Phoenix realm."
As Ignate cast his gaze upward, his eyes met the earnestness and resolute determination in his elder's countenance. Strengthening his resolve, he declared, "I apologize for what I am about to do, Ablaze, but I assure you, I will fulfill your wishes upon your return from the sacred golden ashes."
Ablaze merely nodded, acknowledging Ignate's acceptance of his destiny. As Ignate departed, leaving his elder to his solitude, he cast his gaze skyward, contemplating the energy that had stirred within the Phoenix realm—an energy that had summoned him just an hour ago. Truth be told, Ablaze, ancient and wise, had harbored his knowledge, returning from the golden ashes only for this prophesied child. Now, he would bide his time, observing the child's growth among the humans, patiently awaiting the opportune moment to guide
Upon the mystical Tenrou Island, a place steeped in ancient magic and untold secrets, a foreboding presence stirred. The black mage, Zeref, slumbered in the depths of his eternal darkness, his consciousness tethered to the plane of existence. It was a slumber wrought with purpose, for he was attuned to the ebb and flow of powerful magic that pulsed through the world.
In a moment, Zeref's eyes snapped open, their obsidian depths devoid of emotion. With an air of unyielding determination, he summoned forth a spectral manifestation of himself—a phantom-like entity composed of the very darkness that defined his essence. Its form mirrored his own, its ethereal substance alive with blazing crimson eyes, akin to the fires of damnation.
As the phantom materialized, it peered down at its creator, awaiting his command with unwavering loyalty. Zeref's voice, icy and detached, pierced the silence as he issued his instructions. "The time has come. The one who will bear the burden of my most potent and wicked dark magic has been born. Locate him before Natsu arrives through the eclipse gate. Seek the aid of August, if necessary."
The spirit-like being emitted a dark, sinister chuckle, its form quivering with anticipation. Extending its hand, it sought to tap into the darkest recesses of existence, a touch that would reveal the presence of the chosen one.
Zeref, unfazed by the malevolence that emanated from his creation, retrieved a book adorned with the ominous inscription "E.N.D." He handed it to the phantom, its very essence thirsting for the knowledge contained within. With swift, calculated movements, the spirit absorbed the contents of the book, sealing it within a lacrima adorned with intricate, wicked designs. It vanished into the abyss, melting into the shadows, its mission clear.
Once again, Zeref succumbed to his slumber, his eyes closing as he murmured darkly, an apology wrapped in a taunting tone. "Sorry, prophecy child, but this sacrifice is necessary to ensure Natsu's liberation from this cursed existence, allowing him to live a semblance of a normal life."
The weight of his words hung in the air, a heavy cloak of malevolence and sorrow. With his confession spoken, Zeref succumbed to the depths of his eternal rest, his mind shrouded in a sleep of undetermined duration. Only time would reveal the outcome of his dark machinations, and the world quivered in anticipation, unknowingly caught in the clutches of destiny's intricate web.
Within the bounds of the Konoha Village, a nation that thrived on the prowess of its extraordinary mages, an air of power and militaristic might permeate the atmosphere. Despite its modest size compared to other countries, Konoha stood as a formidable force, independent and devoid of allies, yet possessing the strength to dismantle entire nations with a mere handful of its elite warriors.
Amidst this assembly of exceptional mages, three figures towered above the rest—the esteemed pillars of Konoha. Whispers and rumors swirled about their unrivalled might, with tales suggesting that the strongest among them could effortlessly vanquish two of the revered Ten Wizard Saints of Ishgar.
Fugaku Uchiha and Sasuke Uchiha, alongside Minato Namikaze, chibi Naruto's father, walked purposefully along the passage of the palace. The round-shaped edifice stood ensconced within a swirling maelstrom of whirlpools, connected to the mainland by a single bridge—a testament to the isolation and secrecy that veiled their nation.
Engaged in a captivating conversation, their words held an undercurrent of anticipation and concern. "Do not fret, Minato. My son, Sasuke, will guide him in mastering the full potential of his Sharingan," Fugaku assured, his voice resonating with confidence.
Sasuke, his eyes gleaming with determination, chimed in, pledging his commitment. "Indeed, Father. I will spare no effort in ensuring Naruto learns to harness the true might of his crimson gaze."
A sense of relief washed over Minato as he sighed, grateful for their support. "Thank you, both of you. I was apprehensive about how Naruto would cope with his awakened power, which has burned within him since birth. He will have to learn to wield it from an early age."
Drawing closer to the entrance, the trio found themselves greeted by a distinguished gathering—the royal court members and department chiefs who awaited their arrival.
Among them stood Hiruzen Sarutobi, the former village leader, his expression beaming with paternal joy. The advisors Koharu, Homura, and Danzo flanked him, their countenances revealing the weight of the matters at hand.
As Minato took his seat, he nodded curtly to each individual, signifying the commencement of the crucial meeting. "Very well, let today's deliberations begin," he declared with a firm resolve.
Hiruzen, his smile radiating warmth and pride, was the first to speak. "Minato, how is young Naruto faring?"
Minato's face brightened as he spoke of his son. "Naruto is doing exceptionally well, Hiruzen-sama. Initially, his Sharingan refused to deactivate due to the sheer density of his magical reserves. However, Kushina placed a 12-layered seal on his magic, allowing for better control and the exhaustion of his power, much like any ordinary mage."
Whispers of awe and intrigue filled the meeting hall as the attendees absorbed the revelation. "He possesses premature magic! Truly, he is an anomaly," they murmured, their minds racing with visions of how Naruto could contribute to the nation's expansion and liberation.
An undercurrent of concern tinged their discussions. "We must exercise caution in harnessing his power," one suggested. "Perhaps Sasuke-san can employ the formidable Kotoamatsukami on him," another proposed, eager to explore potential avenues of control.
Minato's brows furrowed, his displeasure evident as he caught wind of their murmurs and their intentions for Naruto. Refusing to yield his son's destiny to their whims, he countered firmly, "Tell me, what are his other magical aptitudes?"
Danzo, his voice void of emotion, posed the question that hung heavy in the air. Minato sighed inwardly, fully aware of the motivations behind the inquiry. Nevertheless, he steeled himself and answered with unwavering determination.
"He possesses three inherent magical affinities," Minato began, his tone carrying a sense of pride and caution. "His connection to water, lightning, and wind runs deep. Additionally, Kushina plans to impart her knowledge of seal and sword magic, passing down the sacred art of Ascalon."
As Minato spoke, a mix of awe and trepidation rippled through the council. Three affinities were a rare and potent gift, piquing their curiosity and fueling their ambitions. The desire to claim Naruto's prodigious talents for the nation's benefit hung palpably in the air.
"Interesting," Koharu interjected with a tone of authority. "In that case, we shall teach him Storm All Slayer Magic. It was our original intent, after all."
Homura nodded sagely, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. "Indeed, Storm All Slayer Magic, a branch of primordial magic, holds great potential for development. It has lain dormant for over a millennium, awaiting one worthy of its power."
Minato's gaze hardened as he weighed their suggestion against the welfare of his son. He knew the complexity and difficulty of mastering Storm Slayer Magic. It would require meticulous guidance and a careful approach, lest Naruto's young mind be overwhelmed.
"It is possible," Minato responded firmly, his voice tinged with a hint of warning. "However, I propose we teach him one affinity at a time, to ensure his well-being and avoid undue strain. Water, lightning, and wind—each will be mastered before delving into the depths of Storm Slayer Magic."
His resolute proclamation left little room for debate, and the council members could only nod in acquiescence. Minato's leadership, benevolent yet formidable, commanded both respect and obedience. The council understood that Naruto's journey would unfold gradually, his potential harnessed methodically, and their desires for freedom would have to simmer patiently.
"All right, the meeting is adjourned," Minato declared, dismissing the council members. With a flash of yellow, he disappeared, returning to his humble abode to contemplate the weighty responsibilities that rested upon his shoulders.
Unbeknownst to all, a dark and ethereal spirit, its presence shrouded in ominous intent, silently infiltrated Naruto's room within the palace. As the council dispersed, their attention focused elsewhere, the unseen visitor observed, laying the groundwork for a destiny yet to unfold.
As the shadows deepened, a profound sense of both anticipation and foreboding settled upon the Konoha Village. The fate of a young boy, his latent power and prodigious talents, now intertwined with the ambitions and struggles of his nation, hung precariously in the balance.
[6 Years Later]
In the calm and chilling night, a serene silence enveloped the village of Konoha. The occasional howls and barks of nocturnal creatures echoed through the air, accompanied by the rhythmic crashing of ocean waves against the cliffside. The full moon cast its radiant glow, illuminating the picturesque scene with ethereal beauty.
Perched on the edge of the cliff, a solitary figure stood, his gaze fixated on the dense forest ahead. Charcoal black hair framed his pale complexion, and his dark eyes scanned the surroundings with an intensity that surpassed normal perception. Tall and lean, he exuded an aura of strength and determination, adorned in battle gear befitting his status.
A pristine white cloak draped over his frame, its hood concealing most of his face, save for a mask adorned with the visage of a weasel. Utility belts adorned with several bags, housing an assortment of weapons, adorned his waist. Beneath the cloak, he wore a black sleeveless t-shirt, paired with black Anbu pants and accented by arm bracers and chest armour. This was Sasuke Uchiha, one of the revered pillars of Konoha, currently engaged in training one of his two pupils.
As Sasuke's eyes suddenly glowed with a crimson hue, an observer would notice a distinct rotation within his irises, indicating the activation of his ocular spell. He marvelled inwardly, though refusing to admit it, at the impressive ability of his unseen counterpart to evade his detection.
'Amazing... He manages to elude my ocular abilities. Nevertheless, he must remain humble and diligently train if he ever hopes to join my squad. Despite his potential, he must remain here for the time being,' Sasuke thought to himself, a faint warmth tugging at his lips in the absence of any witnesses.
'He needs to enjoy his childhood and build relationships, even if he dedicates himself to training,' Sasuke continued, his determination giving way to a flicker of apprehension. The memory of two formidable females with cascading locks of hair and piercing red and violet eyes flashed before him, a reminder of the strict orders issued by Kushina-sama to maintain utmost secrecy concerning the young boy's special abilities and training.
His contemplation was abruptly interrupted as he swiftly sidestepped a surprise sword slash from behind. Reacting with lightning reflexes, Sasuke attempted to seize the assailant's wrist, but the attacker relinquished their grip on the sword, deftly catching it with their other hand and launching a new assault from a different angle. Effortlessly evading the strike, the assailant moved with agility, now positioned in front of Sasuke.
In response, Sasuke was compelled to retrieve his own weapon, the Kusanagi no Tsugiri, its gleaming blade poised to intercept the incoming attack. With a swift thrust and a well-placed kick, he reprimanded his pupil, inflicting pain as a lesson to reinforce the seriousness of their exercise.
"Idiot! This is a test of stealth and reconnaissance, not assassination. Why did you attack me?!" Sasuke's voice rang out with a mixture of anger and frustration as he stomped his foot atop the assailant's head.
The figure winced, a red bump forming on its head, and comical tears welled up in the corners of its eyes. The voice that protested belonged to a young child, sounding innocent and childlike.
"Ita! It hurts!" the child exclaimed, their voice filled with a hint of both pain and indignation.
As the figure removed its hood and mask, the features of a bright face came into view. Deep blue eyes harboured a subtle scowl of annoyance, and long blonde hair, reminiscent of his father's, cascaded around his face. A sword-like mark adorned his neck, its red, golden, and silver flame-like patterns drawing attention to his unique heritage. This was Naruto Uzumaki, the enigmatic and codenamed Kitsune of Konoha's Anbu Corps.
Observing the scene with a mix of surprise and intrigue, Sasuke couldn't help but notice that Naruto had refrained from utilizing his ocular prowess during their training session. A flicker of curiosity danced within Sasuke's eyes, yet he concealed it adeptly behind his composed exterior.
"Why did you attack?" Sasuke inquired, a tinge of anger still present in his voice.
Naruto pouted, momentarily displaying his childlike innocence, and responded with a hint of mischief, "You were just standing there, looking around like a dumb duck, so I thought I'd prank you with lil old Ascalon."
A wry smile tugged at the corners of Sasuke's lips, appreciating Naruto's mischievous spirit despite the need for discipline. However, the underlying undertone of their training, the imminent threats lurking in the shadows, could not be ignored. Sasuke's expression turned serious once again.
"Naruto, remember, this training goes beyond mere pranks. It's essential for your development in stealth and reconnaissance," Sasuke admonished, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and sternness.
Naruto's expression softened as he understood the gravity of Sasuke's words. Despite his youthful exuberance, he was aware of the dangers that awaited them in their roles as protectors of the village. Naruto's eyes gleamed with determination, a reflection of his unwavering resolve to prove himself.
"I know, sensei," Naruto replied earnestly. "I want to become stronger, to protect everyone and prove that I can be a valuable asset to Konoha."
Sasuke nodded, his pride in his young pupil swelling. Though he often masked it behind a stoic facade, he regarded Naruto as not just a student, but a cherished member of his chosen family. The bond between them ran deep, forged through shared experiences and a shared path of growth.
"I believe in you, Naruto," Sasuke said, his voice filled with unwavering support. "With determination and discipline, you will surpass all expectations."
As the moon continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the village, Naruto and Sasuke resumed their training, their steps echoing with purpose amidst the tranquil night.
Sasuke's patience wore thin as he once again struck Naruto's stomach with the flat of his sheathed katana, a hiss of annoyance escaping his lips. Naruto, ever the resilient child, maintained his composure and wore a poker face, not allowing Sasuke's provocation to elicit a reaction.
Sighing, Sasuke relented and affectionately patted Naruto's head, treating him as the small child he still was. "You need to learn discipline during our missions and training, understand?"
"Oi, I'm not a kid anymore! I'm a fully-fledged mage. Take me on some super cool missions outside, Sasuke! I even reached the level 3 resistance seal last month!" Naruto huffed, crossing his arms defiantly.
Sasuke let out another exasperated sigh, his hand finding its way to ruffle Naruto's unruly hair. Then, he posed his regular question, his voice tinged with concern. "Tell me about your training progress, and I'll consider talking to Kushina-sama about taking you on missions outside."
Naruto's eyes lit up with excitement, his energy palpable as he bounced on his feet. But he quickly composed himself, recognizing the need to report honestly to his teacher amidst the stern expression Sasuke wore.
"Well, not much has changed since our last discussion. I've managed to master the basic spells for my eyes. That's about it," Naruto proclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. However, the glimmer of insincerity flickered like a distant star in the night sky, catching Sasuke's perceptive gaze.
Glaring at Naruto, Sasuke bonked him on the head once again. This time, when Naruto tried to escape, Sasuke swiftly caught up to him, restraining him on the ground with his hands secured behind his back, avoiding any hand seals.
"Tell me about your studies and strategic planning," Sasuke demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Naruto swallowed nervously, reluctantly complying with his teacher's request. "I did everything with the help of my shadow clones. I used the Sharingan: Analysis spell to complete this month's targets."
Sasuke's frown deepened, his grip tightening around Naruto, eliciting a wince of pain from the young boy. "Relying on such methods is exhausting. And what did you do with the extra time you gained by cheating on your studies?"
Naruto groaned, his answer reluctant and weighed down by guilt. "I... I tried to play with the other kids, but they called me a freak, a monster. The adults took them away, so I ended up going to the palace to play with Seliah."
Sasuke released Naruto, a twinge of animosity creeping into his heart for the villagers who had dared to upset his student for something beyond his control. Naruto was an innocent child, and if truth be told, he could be quite adorable at times. Sasuke viewed him as a little brother, just as he thought of Seliah as his own little sister. However, he kept these feelings hidden, knowing that Naruto needed the motivation to stay focused on his training.
As he contemplated Naruto's sad and despondent face, fueled by an unyielding determination to prove his detractors wrong, a small smile tugged at the corners of Sasuke's lips. Simultaneously, a surge of boiling blood coursed through his veins as he recalled the night that had caused Naruto such grief and despair.
Kushina cradled Naruto in her arms, a surge of pure maternal love flowing through her. The warmth of his small body against her chest brought her immeasurable joy, surpassing even the depths of her love for Minato. She longed for Naruto to be by her side, to witness his growth and share in his triumphs for the next two centuries of her life.
Gently laying him down on the soft bed, Kushina pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. "Goodnight, Sochi-kun," she whispered lovingly. "May your dreams be filled with wonder and joy."
Leaving the room, she instructed the guards to remain vigilant, to protect her precious son from any potential threats that might arise.
Just as she stepped outside, a white-haired elderly man with a long, flowing beard and tattered robes approached. His presence radiated a sense of ancient wisdom, his staff adorned with a shimmering purple gem. August Dragneel, the Magic King, stood at his side, his ethereal form accompanying Zeref.
August's voice quivered with astonishment as he addressed Zeref, "My lord, how were you able to locate this hidden sanctuary? The impenetrable island's secrecy is renowned."
Zeref's lips curled into a dark smile, a chilling edge to his voice. "This boy is the perfect vessel for my most sinister magic. One day, he will unleash devastation upon this land, succumbing to the darkness within himself."
August turned his gaze toward Naruto, the child with spiky blonde hair and eyes as serene as a tranquil sea. Despite his tender age, there was a sharpness and intelligence in his gaze, a precociousness that surprised the Magic King. August observed the roundness of his cheeks, taking note of the sword-like red mark etched beneath his ear and onto his neck, adorned with intricate patterns of red, gold, and silver flames.
"Very well," August nodded, his expression becoming resolute. "Let us proceed with the ritual, my majesty."
Zeref retrieved the golden lacrima, its surface marked with ominous symbols, and carefully positioned it upon Naruto's stomach. As the lacrima merged with the boy's body, his once azure eyes transformed into a deep crimson hue as if peering into the depths of forbidden magic. A piercing scream erupted from Naruto's throat, filling the palace with a bone-chilling resonance that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.
The guards rushed to the bed, alarmed by the child's distress, but their efforts were in vain. August swiftly put an end to their lives, a sorrowful expression crossing his face. Every action, every sacrifice, was undertaken to fulfill his master's desires. Zeref's ethereal form reached out, a ghostly touch upon August's shoulder, and in an instant, they both vanished from sight, leaving behind only a lingering sense of impending darkness.
The tranquillity of the village shattered in an instant as Naruto's blood-curdling scream filled the air. The piercing agony that resonated from the infant's tiny form sent shockwaves of fear and dread through the hearts of all who heard it. A malevolent aura, tinged with dark magic, permeated the air, casting an oppressive shadow over the once-serene village.
Minato, Kushina, and the Uchiha family were jolted from their sleep, their instincts propelling them into immediate action. Bursting through the doors of Naruto's room, their eyes widened in horror at the sight before them. A book, ablaze with an ominous dark power, hovered above the writhing baby. As their gazes focused on the burning pages, their keen eyes caught sight of the words etched in an ethereal script—E.N.D. A surge of terror coursed through their veins, for they recognized the dire implications of those three letters.
Kushina, her motherly instincts overpowering her fear, lunged forward to reach her suffering son. But her path was intercepted by a woman with midnight-black hair, dark eyes, and a slightly protruding belly.
"Minato, bring me, my baby boy! Please, bring him back to me safely!" Kushina's tearful plea reverberated through the room, her anguish echoing Naruto's tormented screams.
The energy surrounding the infant began to coalesce, manifesting into a grotesque black creature with glowing purple eyes, claw-like appendages, and a snarling visage. The sheer malevolence exuded by the abomination sent even the seasoned warriors of Konoha's three pillars into a state of unease, beads of sweat forming on their brows. Yet, the mark of the sword etched upon Naruto's neck blazed with brilliant intensity, warding off the demonic entity's attempt to seize control and harm its vessel.
Seizing the momentary reprieve granted by the mark's protective power, Minato made a swift decision. He swiftly scooped up Naruto, with Sasuke and Fugaku in tow, and raced towards the seashore. The absence of the malevolent presence momentarily assuaged the fears of those left behind, but their expressions remained etched with horror as they surveyed the decimated remnants of the once-grand palace. Sensing the urgency, Kushina and Mikoto hastened to join the battle, their hearts heavy with dread.
On the beach, the demon continued to writhe and thrash, locked in a desperate struggle against the seal that bound it to Naruto's fragile form. Its enraged cries of pain reverberated through the air as Minato, Sasuke, and Fugaku unleashed a barrage of attacks upon it. But amidst the chaos, a gust of wind cut through the demon, passing through it like a ghostly apparition, leaving Naruto's golden locks severed in its wake. The demon, its bloodlust unabated, grinned with sadistic pleasure.
Witnessing this unnerving display, Fugaku's mind raced, analyzing the situation with utmost urgency. His voice quivered with a mix of concern and disbelief as he relayed his findings to the others.
"Someone has implanted a lacrima within Naruto's body, granting him space manipulation abilities. Initially, his powers were weak, but now he wields devastating attacks. We must act swiftly before he regains full strength," Fugaku urgently warned, his voice tinged with a sense of alarm.
Sasuke's horror-stricken expression mirrored the gravity of the situation. The realization that an immensely powerful demon had infiltrated their hidden village, bypassing their formidable barrier, sent shivers down his spine. The sense of vulnerability gnawed at him, knowing that their supposed sanctuary had been breached by an unknown enemy.
Minato's clenched fists trembled with a mixture of anger and worry. The weight of the situation pressed heavily upon his shoulders, but he quickly regained his composure. With unwavering determination, he utilized his Hiraishin Dorai, swiftly teleporting himself, Sasuke and Fugaku to evade a white fire construct hurtling toward them.
The battle on the beach raged on, the clash of forces creating a maelstrom of chaos and destruction. Waves crashed violently against the shore as if echoing the intensity of the conflict. Naruto's small form lay amidst the tumult, his innocent existence now entangled in a battle between darkness and light.
Minato's azure eyes burned with fierce resolve as he formulated a plan to counteract the malevolent entity's onslaught. Channelling his vast expertise in space-time ninjutsu, he sought to outmanoeuvre the demon, exploiting its vulnerabilities. With a swift hand seal, he vanished from sight, reappearing behind the demon with unparalleled speed. Gathering a swirling mass of chakra in his palm, he unleashed an Amenomihashira—a devastating vortex of destructive energy- containing three dense rotational spheres of energy within its confine- aimed at severing the connection between demon and vessel.
Beside him, Sasuke and Fugaku fought valiantly, their skills honed through years of arduous training. Each movement was calculated, each strike precise, as they unleashed a barrage of lightning-infused attacks and genjutsu illusions. However, the demon's resilience was evident as it endured its onslaught, refusing to yield.
Time seemed to warp within the chaotic battleground. Every passing second was fraught with tension and urgency. The fate of Naruto, and perhaps the entire village, hung precariously in the balance. Minato's mind raced, seeking any advantage to turn the tide of the battle. The mark of the sword on Naruto's neck continued to emit a radiant light, warding off the demon's attempts to fully possess its chosen vessel. This offered a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
With unwavering determination, Minato rallied his comrades. "We must remain steadfast. Protect Naruto at all costs. Our village's future depends on it!"
Sasuke, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire, nodded in solemn agreement. Fugaku, too, took up a defensive stance, his unwavering loyalty to the village driving him forward. Together, they formed a united front, their unwavering resolve, a testament to their unwavering spirit.
The battle against the demon raged on, the clash of wills reverberating through the night. The destiny of Konoha hung by a thread, entangled in the struggle between darkness and the indomitable spirit of its defenders.
"We will worry about the village's future later. First, is there a way we can subdue it?" Sasuke asked his fellow pillars, his voice laced with urgency and determination.
"It's an Etherious if the book was any indication. It lacks a soul, possessing only a thirst for blood and a relentless purpose," Fugaku analyzed, his mind racing to devise a plan. "We need to stabilize it so that Sasuke can cast his Kotomatsukami, and I will use my ocular power to quell its inherent bloodlust."
The challenge ahead seemed formidable. The demon had shown the ability to effortlessly pass through their attacks, controlling the very fabric of space around them. It appeared invincible, leaving the pillars searching for a means to restrain it.
Suddenly, a powerful gravitational-like force struck them, disrupting their equilibrium. The sheer display of the demon's power only fueled their determination to find a solution.
"Remain calm, Minato. We will find a way," Fugaku assured, his voice steady despite the mounting pressure.
Just then, Kushina burst onto the battlefield, her presence radiating with raw determination. With a swift motion, she unleashed a golden chain imbued with her chakra, its kunai-like head deftly immobilizing the demon's flailing arms and muffling its bloodthirsty screams. The chain drained some of its power, rendering it momentarily weakened.
"Wait! Kushina's chain can subdue it," Fugaku exclaimed, seizing the opportunity to execute their plan. "Once restrained, we will proceed with our strategy."
Kushina skillfully manoeuvred her chains, entwining them securely around the demon's writhing form. Simultaneously, Sasuke and Fugaku unleashed their ocular spells, directing their powers towards the captive demon. Their combined efforts sought to nullify its bloodlust and erode its remaining consciousness.
The demon screeched in anguish, its once overwhelming presence gradually diminishing. The dark energy that had enveloped it now swirled around its form, weakened and stripped of its malevolence.
"I've rewritten the demon's entire programming, with my Kotoamatsukami, essentially rendering it lifeless. My father will gradually dismantle its personality, leaving only its core abilities intact," Sasuke explained between laboured breaths, a mixture of exhaustion and relief etched on his face.
All eyes turned to Fugaku, who stood stoically, his body drenched in sweat and blood pouring from his eye. The strain of maintaining his ocular powers was evident, yet his gaze remained stern and unwavering.
"It... is... done. The demon will no longer pose a threat, but its immense power will continue to emanate an aura that instills fear in others," Fugaku revealed, his voice tinged with sadness as he collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
"It's the best outcome we could hope for. Now, I will seal the residual energy separately, allowing it to merge slowly with its container. With time, the side effects should diminish," Minato declared, his voice resolute as he gently placed Naruto on the altar, preparing for the sealing process.
"Fuin: Sealing Technique—Eight Trigrams Magic Seal!" Minato exclaimed, his hand pressed firmly against Naruto's stomach. The room hummed with intense energy as intricate seals glowed beneath his touch.
The mark of the sword on Naruto's neck throbbed brightly, emitting a radiant light that burned away remnants of the lingering darkness. Though traces of dark energy still persisted, Minato's seal acted as a barrier, shielding Naruto from its influence.
Once the sealing was complete, Kushina approached the altar, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and trepidation. She tenderly picked up her son, cradling him tightly against her chest. Naruto's cries began to soften as he felt the warmth and love emanating from his mother.
Kushina held him protectively, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and overwhelming gratitude. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after what they had just faced. The burn marks and scrapes on his small body served as a reminder of the danger he had been in, making her hold him even tighter.
Tears streamed down her face as she whispered soothing words to Naruto, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and sadness. She knew that their lives would never be the same again. The lingering effects of the demonic energy, even if subdued, would undoubtedly leave a lasting impact on Naruto's path.
Minato approached them, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and tenderness. He gently placed his hand on Kushina's shoulder, offering silent support and reassurance. Together, they stood in the aftermath of the battle, their minds racing with thoughts of the future.
"We did what we had to, for Naruto's sake," Minato whispered softly, his voice filled with determination. "We will find a way to help him control this power and overcome any obstacles that lie ahead."
Kushina nodded, her grip on Naruto unwavering. She knew that their son was destined for greatness, but the road ahead would be treacherous. As a mother, she vowed to protect him, nurture him, and guide him through the darkness that threatened to consume him.
The pillars of Konoha gathered around, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.
And so, as the sun began to rise, casting its warm glow upon the village of Konoha, the pillars, with Naruto in their arms, walked back towards the village, ready to face the challenges that awaited them. They were determined to protect Naruto, nurture his spirit, and ensure that his light would shine brightly in a world that desperately needed it.
After the incident, Naruto found himself facing the fear and avoidance of the villagers due to the lingering remnants of black magic that surrounded him. It was disheartening to witness the way people shied away from him, their apprehension palpable in their actions. However, Naruto remained resilient and kind-hearted, refusing to let their fear dampen his spirit.
He sought solace within his family, finding comfort in the loving embrace of his parents, Minato and Kushina. Their unwavering support and belief in him served as a shield against the negativity that surrounded him. Naruto also formed a close bond with Sasuke's family, particularly his younger sister, Selah. Together, they would embark on playful adventures and spend cherished moments in each other's company.
As Naruto engaged in his daily routine of training and studying, Sasuke approached him, concern etched on his face. He inquired about the diminishing black magic that enveloped Naruto, hoping for a positive answer.
Naruto furrowed his brow, contemplating the situation. "I must either increase the capacity of my magical container or wait for time to naturally diminish the black magic's influence," he explained, his determination shining through. "However, expanding my container too much may compromise my stealth, control, and sensing abilities. So, for now, I must bear with it. Perhaps as I grow older, the process will accelerate."
Sasuke nodded, his worry easing slightly. "Alright, it's time for dinner. But before you go, remember to continue perfecting the spells you already know. Find new ways to utilize them and don't neglect your studies, especially in strategy," he advised, offering guidance to his young friend.
With a wave goodbye, Sasuke dispersed into a murder of crows, leaving Naruto to ponder over his words. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for Sasuke's impressive repertoire of techniques. Naruto yearned to learn more powerful and exciting spells, but his current focus on mastering the fundamentals held importance as well.
Lost in his thoughts, Naruto made his way home, his anticipation building for the special ramen treat his mother had promised him. The warm aroma filled the air as he savoured each delicious bite, feeling the love and care put into the meal.
That night, as Naruto settled into bed, his mother sat beside him, a book in her hands. With a gentle voice, she read him a captivating story, transporting him to a world of magic and wonder. Naruto drifted off to sleep, a peaceful expression on his face, blissfully unaware of the lurking dangers and shadows that threatened the tranquillity of Konoha.
Unbeknownst to everyone, an approaching storm loomed on the horizon, one that would alter Naruto's life and reshape the very foundations of the magical world. However, amid uncertainty, hope persisted, radiating from Naruto's indomitable spirit. The future held both challenges and triumphs, and Naruto was determined to face them head-on, armed with his unwavering resolve and the love of his family and friends.
{AUTHOR'S NOTE}
Well I rewrote the Story since I thought the wobbly starting I had was hindering the development of the story in present.
Anyways, I have nothing to really say, just review to motivate me.
And expect weekly update for the rewrite while I write the future chapters.
I hope this decision was for the better and I could carry this momentum forward in the future.
I have a question.
Should I delete my previous story, I think I'll delete it once I've re-uploaded the rewritten chapters here. What do you think? please guide me here, I'm new to this whole fiasco.
Ja Ne!
