A/N: *EDIT*

Behold the trolls in the reviews. Now you see what I'm dealing with. So sick of this...

Double update day.

Whoo. Sorry, I'm just a tad upset.

No one's been reviewing much of anything of late, bar flamers.

I'm not moderating them anymore, and I'm not taking them down.

I guess you could say that I'm a mite bit annoyed.

So here. Just a bit for the collection:

This is a fragment that the trolls killed before I could even write it, so it found its way here. So here. Brawler!Naruto. No special powers. Fists only. I might put Explorer story here in the collection-NO DORA jokes, please-as well, given that everyone seems to be tired of Fate. This is what I get for trying to keep the daily updates flowing, I suppose. Hmm. The best way to describe this Naruto's strength in three words...?

One. Punch. Man.

So here. A class that I made, but one that never got a story for itself. So...here...

I'm going to update some non-fate stories now, seeing as people keep railing on me relentlessly.

Now, onward!

"Will you shut up about YOUTH already?!

There's nothing useful about this! Nothing! At all!

I need these skills to survive! To LIVE! So teach me, damnit!"

~?

A Most Unlikely Brawler

I liked to fight.

That's the long and short of it.

Some say it came naturally to me. It didn't.

It just...came. I happened to be good at cracking skulls.

I didn't have any choice, you see. In this world its kill or be killed.

I learned that lesson the hard way; when I was five I beat a boy half to death. He thought it would be fun to to gang up on me with his friends. To laughed at me for having no parents. When I was seven his father tried to kill me, so I broke their nose. When I was ten, someone tried to slip into my apartment and knife me in the dead of night. I broke their neck. By the time I was eleven, I excelled as physical combat. It was rough, it was crude, but I didn't care. At thirteen, I beat the Sasuke into the ground. It was the one thing nobody could take away from me. I was good at fighting.

They didn't want me to graduate because I hurt their precious Uchiha? That's fine. I didn't care.

I turned right around and found the best unarmed fighter I could.

His name was Might Guy.

Don't look at me like that. I was never his student. Not really. Not in the traditional sense of the word. I never wore that hideous green spandex. I never became quite as loud or as exuberant as he and Lee were. I just couldn't be. I didn't try to emulate him. I never understood his obsession with "youthfulness" but damn if I didn't learn a few things from him. I discovered that I'd gained an absurd healing factor. That I could train as hard as I wanted and be fit to fight again in less than an hour. That there really wasn't an upper "limit" on my physical strength. It just...kept shooting up.

And up.

Up.

Team Seven went on their little bridge mission. They lost a teammate. I didn't care. Team Seven entered the Chunin Exams. Sasuke died. I didn't care. The world kept spinning, and I kept training. One day I flattened Neji with a single punch; I'll never forget the gobsmacked look on his face. Or the kiss Tenten gave me for that. Worth. It. You don't nearly kill your cousin and act like its fate. I kept knocking that smug little prick down until I finally knocked some sense into him.

You see, Gai had taught me something; to be true to myself.

By the time that I learned the secret of the eight gates on my own-because he simply refused to teach me it-I began to realize that I didn't want to become Hokage anymore. Pranks were all well and good, but I saw the way the village looked at me. I didn't much care for it; not when I had the strength to flatten most of them with a single punch. They could keep me in the genin corps all they liked, but they couldn't keep me from trying to train, to fight, to get stronger. I trained until my hair fell out, until I achieved an impossible power. Strength doesn't just come from your fists. It comes from Determination.

When the village was invaded during the finals, I somehow found myself roped into it. More my fault for wanting to watch the fights.

I should've kept my nose out of it, but I couldn't help myself.

Orochimaru's barrier popped like a soap bubble.

The snake didn't last much longer.

Credit where it was due, it took TWO punches to beat Gaara. One for him, and one for Shukaku. Its a bit of a miracle that the former lived. Shame about his demon, though. By then, I was almost annoyed. Fighting wasn't fun anymore. Not when I could level anything with one punch. Where was the challenge? Where was the excitement? I tried sealing my strength, but that didn't work, either. The power I had acquired wasn't chakra based or energy related, but pure, physical strength.

When the Hokage offered me a headband and asked me to become a proper ninja?

I thought about. I really did.

BUT I REFUSED.

No, by then I didn't want to go on missions. I spat at the idea. They'd already failed me how many times, and now they wanted me because I was strong? Because I'd saved them from Gaara and Orochimaru? Ha! I knew the goodwill wouldn't last. It never does. So I packed my things, said my goodbyes to everyone and left. Not for power, not for strength, but for excitement. I wanted to fight strong opponents. Somewhere along the line, I realized fighting had become a passion of mine, a goal, something by which to measure myself. So I sought strong opponents and never looked back. It wasn't as if they could stop me.

So come on.

Lets go. Put up your dukes.

"You're about to have a bad time, bub."

A/N: And there we have it.

Gods, I'm so tired of getting lambasted for this.

Other stories are coming along nicely, A Most Unlikely Berserker included.

But as for me...I think I'm going to take a break. Its clear that folks don't like Fate stuff anymore.

Reviews are love. Reviews are life. Reviews keep me alive.

Despite the trolls and flamers harassing me.

So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly?

NO. MORE. PREVIEWS.

Sorry.

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