In the heart of the Vatican, bathed in the gentle morning sunlight, the scene unfolded within the sacred walls of the church. The air echoed with hushed prayers as priests and nuns gracefully carried out their duties, a symphony of devotion resonating through the grand halls.
Sunbeams streamed through stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the ancient stone floor, as the clergy diligently undertook the sacred responsibilities entrusted to them.
In this tranquil setting, the rhythm of faith and service harmonized, creating a tapestry of reverence beneath the towering arches of the Vatican.
In the corridors and gardens within the church, a middle-aged man with black hair walked alongside a sister in a blue-eyed, veiled habit. They strolled together, engrossed in conversation, the hallowed surroundings bearing witness to their exchange.
The man's thoughtful expression hinted at the weight of their discourse, while the sister's blue eyes reflected a mix of determination and compassion.
As they meandered through the sacred spaces, the echoes of their shared dialogue lingered in the air, weaving a narrative of connection amid the spiritual serenity of the church.
The middle-aged man dressed as a priest, Ewald Cristaldi turned to the sister, inquiring about future exorcists in training. "So, Griselda, what about those kids? Do any of them possess a Sacred Gear?" he asked.
Griselda, responded, "Indeed, Ewald. Some of them do have Sacred Gears, and surprisingly, two among them exhibit the rare Longinus type."
Ewald's eyes lit up with anticipation, a warm smile playing on his lips. "I can't wait to mold them into great exorcists," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement for the future.
In contrast, Griselda's countenance remained impassive, betraying little emotion. Deep in contemplation, she finally broke her silence, revealing a subtle intrigue, "Actually, there's a boy who has caught my attention among the kids we oversee." The air hung with unspoken thoughts, as the corridors of the Vatican echoed with the unfolding tale of aspiring exorcists.
Ewald furrowed his brows in puzzlement, his curiosity evident in his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked, seeking clarification.
Griselda's gaze held a contemplative edge as she began to explain, "That particular boy among our charges possesses something captivating. It's in his eyes – a vivid shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of mysteries. The intriguing part is, we can't ascertain whether it's a manifestation of a Sacred Gear or an entirely different phenomenon."
The corridors of the Vatican, usually filled with the soft echoes of devotion, now bore witness to the subtle intrigue between Ewald and Griselda.
Ewald, absorbing Griselda's revelation, inquired with a hint of concern, "What are you going to do, then?"
Griselda calmly replied, "I've already sent a request to Lord Michael. I've asked him to come to the Vatican and check up the boy, to determine whether he truly possesses a Sacred Gear or if there's another explanation."
A sense of anticipation filled the air as the prospect of the Archangel's arrival hung over the Vatican, bringing with it the promise of unraveling the mystery surrounding the enigmatic boy.
Ewald, his curiosity intensifying, asked, "What's the boy's name? Could I visit the orphanage to see him, just to be sure?"
Griselda nodded, "His name is Naruto. You're welcome to visit him at the orphanage and see for yourself."
Ewald's intrigue deepened, and he pressed further, "Naruto, you say? I'd like to meet him in person. Perhaps a direct interaction will shed more light on this mysterious circumstance. May I visit the orphanage now?"
Griselda considered for a moment before responding, "Certainly, Ewald. Your concern is understandable. You can come to the orphanage and meet Naruto. The more perspectives we have, the better we can understand his situation."
As the conversation unfolded, a plan began to take shape. Ewald, driven by a mixture of curiosity and a sense of responsibility, looked forward to the meeting with Naruto. The corridors of the Vatican, often filled with the echoes of prayers, now resonated with the anticipation of a unique encounter that could unravel the mysteries surrounding the boy named Naruto.
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The setting shifted to a quaint park nestled within the grounds of the orphanage, seamlessly blending with the adjacent church. This proximity allowed the sisters to oversee and care for the children with ease.
Under the gentle shade of towering trees, the park came alive with the laughter and joy of children engaged in various games. The air was filled with the melodies of their carefree laughter as they indulged in games of tag, hide-and-seek, and soccer. A vibrant tapestry of innocence unfolded amidst the rustling leaves and the distant echoes of church bells.
The sun cast a warm glow on the scene, creating playful patterns of light and shadow across the grassy expanse. It was a haven of shared joy, where the children, despite their diverse backgrounds, found solace and camaraderie in the simplicity of play within the nurturing embrace of the orphanage park.
However, among the lively children, there was the boy Griselda had mentioned. Seated beneath the shade of a lush tree, he remained engrossed in his own world, sketching something on a sheet of paper. Unlike the others, he seemed uninterested in joining the playful activities around him. His bright blue eyes focused intently on every stroke, crafting each detail on the paper with meticulous precision.
The gentle breeze carried the rustle of leaves as the boy continued his solitary pursuit, creating an oasis of quiet creativity within the animated tapestry of the orphanage park. It was a poignant sight, this lone artist immersed in his own contemplative sanctuary amidst the youthful exuberance that surrounded him.
Ewald, observing from a distance, inquired with a discerning tone, "Is that the boy you were referring to?"
Griselda nodded thoughtfully, her gaze following the solitary figure beneath the tree. "Indeed, every day, he devotes his time to the pursuit of drawing post-educational hours. Social interaction with his peers is a rarity in his routine." The deliberate manner in which the boy immersed himself in his artistic endeavors seemed to be a testament to a unique, introverted disposition.
Ewald inquired, "What is it that he draws?"
Griselda responded, "Mostly, his creations depict landscapes – mountains, rivers, seas. Occasionally, he sketches maps of the world." The boy's choice of subjects reflected a penchant for capturing the vastness and intricacies of the world, portraying a silent dialogue between his imagination and the canvas.
Ewald chuckled, noting, "It seems the boy yearns to explore the outside world. Living within the confines of the church environment might fuel such curiosity."
Griselda responded with a thoughtful nod, "Every Sunday, we take all the children on a tour around the Vatican. However, in the end, Vatican City remains a place inherently intertwined with the church environment." The irony of the situation lingered in their words, highlighting the boy's desire to venture beyond the ecclesiastical confines of his daily life.
Ewald chuckled, remarking, "It seems you may have misunderstood my words, Sister Griselda. What I meant was, perhaps the boy wishes to see the outside world with greater freedom. It implies a longing for independence. However, it's merely my speculation; I don't truly know what goes on in the boy's mind."
Griselda acknowledged his perspective with a thoughtful nod, realizing the depth of interpretation that could be derived from the boy's seemingly simple act of drawing landscapes and maps. The mystery surrounding the boy's desires and aspirations lingered, leaving room for contemplation within the tranquil setting of the orphanage park.
"Hey! Watchout!"
The atmosphere took an abrupt turn as an errant ball, unbeknownst to the blond boy, careened in his direction. Ewald, Griselda, and the other children watched with concern.
In a moment of astonishment, before Ewald and Griselda's eyes, the ordinary turned extraordinary. The two exorcists witnessed firsthand as the ball, on a collision course with the unsuspecting boy, mysteriously halted just an inch from his head. The air seemed to shimmer with an unexplained force, leaving a momentary hush over the park as the extraordinary event unfolded, capturing the attention of all present.
Naruto effortlessly caught the halted ball and returned it to the two boys searching for it. He advised them with a calm demeanor, "Be more careful next time."
His nonchalant act, juxtaposed against the mysterious occurrence just moments ago, left a subtle sense of wonder lingering in the air. Ewald and Griselda exchanged a glance, recognizing that there might be more to Naruto than met the eye, a realization that added an intriguing layer to the unfolding narrative in the orphanage park.
Caught in the residual awe of the inexplicable event, Ewald turned to Griselda, his eyes reflecting both surprise and curiosity. "Did you see what just happened?" he inquired, seeking confirmation.
Griselda, her gaze lingering on the spot where the ball had mysteriously halted, nodded with a thoughtful expression. "Indeed, I saw it. The ball stopped as if an unseen force intervened," she responded, her tone carrying a mixture of wonder and intrigue.
As they observed Naruto returning the ball with an air of nonchalance, the two exorcists couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity. It was clear that the boy possessed an extraordinary element beyond the ordinary. The orphanage park, once a haven of playful innocence, had transformed into a stage for a captivating enigma. The subtle interplay between the mystical and the mundane had set the stage for a tale that begged to be unravelled.
Intrigued by the recent inexplicable event and the mystique surrounding Naruto, Ewald and Griselda decided to approach him, who was engrossed in his drawing.
With an amiable demeanor, Sister Griselda initiated the conversation, "Hello, Naruto. What are you working on?" Her voice carried a blend of maternal warmth and genuine interest.
Naruto looked up from his sketch, acknowledging the approaching figures with a nod. "Ah, Hello, Sister Griselda," he greeted. "I'm drawing a beautiful scenery from East Asia – Mount Fuji in Japan." As he spoke, there was a flicker of enthusiasm in his eyes, as if the act of drawing connected him to a world beyond the orphanage, a world he eagerly brought to life on the canvas.
Griselda, intrigued by Naruto's drawing and impressed by his talent, leaned in to examine the details of his work. A smile graced her lips as she observed the intricacies of his depiction of Mount Fuji.
"This is quite remarkable, Naruto," she praised, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Your attention to detail and skillful execution are truly commendable, especially for a boy of twelve."
Naruto's eyes lit up with a mixture of pride and appreciation at Griselda's words. He nodded modestly, a sense of validation washing over him at her praise.
Naruto's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Sister Griselda," he said, his voice tinged with determination. "One day, I want to visit Japan and climb Mount Fuji. And not just Japan, but other countries too."
His words resonated with a sense of aspiration and wanderlust, painting a vivid picture of a young boy's dreams reaching beyond the confines of the orphanage walls. Griselda couldn't help but admire his ambition and the breadth of his dreams, a testament to the boundless potential that lay within him.
Naruto's gaze shifted towards Ewald, his expression a mixture of curiosity and confusion as he beheld one of the Vatican Church's esteemed exorcists for the first time.
Turning back to Griselda, he couldn't help but inquire, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue, "Sister Griselda, may I ask who the gentleman beside you is?"
With a warm smile, Ewald approached Naruto to introduce himself. "I am Ewald Cristaldi," he began, his tone carrying the weight of his esteemed position. "I am an exorcist, tasked with the solemn duty of combating demonic entities."
Pausing for a moment to gauge Naruto's reaction, Ewald continued, his voice resonating with a sense of reverence, "I must say, Naruto, you possess something truly unique."
Naruto's confusion deepened at Ewald's cryptic remark about possessing something unique. His mind raced with questions, pondering what Ewald could possibly be referring to.
Sensing Naruto's bewilderment, Griselda interjected with a reassuring tone, "Do not worry, Naruto. All will be revealed tomorrow. There is a surprise in store for you." Her words carried a sense of anticipation, hinting at an upcoming revelation that would shed light on the mystery surrounding Naruto's unique qualities.
With a nod of understanding, Naruto watched as Griselda and Ewald bid their farewells. As they walked away, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air, leaving Naruto's curiosity piqued.
Returning his focus to his drawing, Naruto resumed his activity, the strokes of his pencil tracing the contours of Mount Fuji with a newfound intensity. Yet, beneath his outward composure, his mind buzzed with thoughts of the surprise Griselda had alluded to.
Lost in his thoughts, Naruto couldn't help but wonder what awaited him tomorrow. The promise of a surprise hung tantalizingly in the air, igniting a sense of excitement within him as he continued to sketch, his imagination aflame with anticipation.
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The Strongest Exorcist
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As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the tranquil grounds of the church, a new day dawned, heralding the promise of fresh beginnings. Following the Morning Prayer and Mass, Naruto and the select group of "special" children were gathered in the church garden, the air buzzing with anticipation.
Amidst the serene beauty of the surroundings, Griselda and Ewald stood at the forefront, their presence commanding reverence and respect. The children, sensing the gravity of the moment, gathered eagerly, their eyes alight with curiosity.
In this sacred space, where the echoes of prayers mingled with the rustle of leaves, a sense of expectancy hung heavy in the air. The stage was set for a revelation, a moment that would unveil the secrets shrouding Naruto and his fellow companions.
With a gentle smile, Ewald initiated the conversation, addressing the gathered children. "I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been brought here today," he began, his voice carrying a soothing warmth.
The children shook their heads in unison, their curiosity evident in their eager expressions. Among them, Naruto mirrored their puzzled looks, his gaze flickering between Ewald and Griselda.
Griselda stepped forward, her presence radiating a sense of calm authority. "Today, we have a very special guest joining us," she announced, her words imbued with a sense of anticipation.
As Naruto's mind buzzed with questions and speculation, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air, heightened by Griselda's cryptic announcement. Lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder if this was indeed the surprise he had been pondering.
Amidst his swirling thoughts, something suddenly caught Naruto's attention, drawing his gaze away from the surrounding garden. A radiant beam of light pierced through the verdant greenery, illuminating the tranquil space with an ethereal glow.
As the light dimmed, revealing two figures bathed in celestial brilliance, Naruto's heart skipped a beat. Before him stood two individuals, a man and a woman, both with lustrous blond hair and an aura of divine grace. Adorned with a pair of pristine white wings adorning their backs, they exuded an otherworldly presence that left Naruto and his companions in awe.
With a reverent bow, Ewald and Griselda welcomed the arrival of the divine beings, their demeanor radiating utmost respect and reverence.
"Welcome," Griselda addressed them with a tone tinged with deference, "Lord Michael and Lady Gabriel, We are honored by your presence." Her words echoed with a deep sense of humility and gratitude.
The celestial beings, Michael and Gabriel, regarded the gathered assembly with serene countenances, their divine presence filling the garden with an aura of tranquility and awe.
"We have come in response to your request, Sister Griselda Quarta" Michael spoke, his voice resonating with an otherworldly clarity. "What is it that you seek?"
Amidst the presence of the celestial beings, the children whispered among themselves, their voices tinged with awe and disbelief.
"Can you believe it?" one child murmured, eyes wide with wonder. "Angels, right here in our church!"
"It's like something out of a fairy tale," another chimed in, a sense of disbelief evident in their tone. "I never thought we'd actually meet angels."
The air buzzed with excitement and incredulity as the children grappled with the surreal reality of the divine visitors in their midst. It was a moment they would surely remember for the rest of their lives.
Amidst the flurry of excitement and whispers among his peers, Naruto remained silent, his thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of questions. While he, too, pondered the significance of angels gracing the church grounds, his gaze was drawn to something beyond the physical form of Michael and Gabriel.
With his bright blue eyes, Naruto discerned a radiant aura enveloping the celestial beings, an energy so pure and pristine that it seemed to emanate from the very essence of their beings. It was a sacred energy, suffused with divine light and purity, transcending the earthly realm and evoking a sense of reverence within Naruto's heart.
As he beheld this manifestation of holy energy, Naruto couldn't help but feel a stirring within his soul, a recognition of the profound presence that stood before him. Though he may not have fully comprehended the significance of their visit, he sensed a profound connection to the celestial beings, an inexplicable bond that transcended mere mortal understanding.
In response to Michael's inquiry, Griselda answered with a sense of purpose and clarity. "The church administration has identified several children whom we believe possess significant potential to aid the Angel Faction in the future," she explained. "This includes those who exhibit the presence of Sacred Gear."
Her words carried a weight of responsibility, underscoring the solemnity of the occasion and the importance of nurturing the talents and abilities of the chosen children for the greater good of the church and its divine mission.
Michael, the blond-haired male angel, welcomed the church's intention with gracious acceptance. "We welcome all those who strive for the betterment of humanity," he declared with a tone of unwavering resolve. "It is our duty to support and guide those who align themselves with the noble cause of serving others."
His words resonated with a sense of wisdom and compassion, underscoring the profound commitment of the Angel Faction to uphold the values of compassion, justice, and benevolence in their interactions with humanity.
With a respectful nod, Griselda proceeded to introduce Michael and Gabriel to a boy of Naruto's age, whose spiky blonde hair and vibrant emerald green eyes exuded a sense of youthful energy. "Allow me to present Dulio Gesualdo," she announced with reverence, her voice tinged with a sense of solemnity.
"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Michael, Lady Gabriel" Dulio bowed respectfully.
Michael and Gabriel regarded Dulio with keen interest, their celestial presence casting a gentle glow upon him. With a solemn air, they conducted an examination, confirming that he indeed possessed the Sacred Gear of the Longinus class – the Zenith Tempest.
Michael and Gabriel smiled warmly at Dulio as he bowed respectfully before them, acknowledging the honor bestowed upon him by their presence. With a sense of solemnity, Michael spoke, his voice resonating with a deep sense of reverence. "It is also an honor for us to meet you, Dulio," he remarked, acknowledging the sacredness of the moment. "To encounter one who has received the grace of the Father is a testament to the divine plan unfolding within each of us."
His words carried a weight of wisdom and insight, underscoring the profound significance of Dulio's divine calling and the role he was destined to play in the cosmic tapestry of existence. In this sacred exchange, the bond between mortal and celestial beings was affirmed, serving as a reminder of the interconnectedness of all creation and the divine purpose that guides us all.
Continuing the solemn introductions, Griselda turned to present another figure to Michael and Gabriel. "Allow me to introduce Lint Sellzen," she announced, her voice carrying a tone of reverence befitting the gravity of the moment.
Lint stepped forward, her distinctive white-to-black gradient hair and striking ruby-red eyes capturing the attention of the celestial beings. "I am honored to be in your presence," she greeted, her voice infused with a quiet strength and humility.
Griselda continued, her words laden with significance, "Lint is a product of genetic engineering from the Sigurd Institute. It is known that she, too, possesses a Sacred Gear of the Longinus class – the Incinerate Anthem."
As the weight of this revelation settled upon the assembly, a sense of awe and reverence filled the air. Lint's unique origins and the sacred gift bestowed upon her by the divine realm spoke to the intricate interplay of destiny and human agency, weaving a tapestry of purpose and meaning that transcended the boundaries of mortal existence.
As Griselda prepared to introduce Naruto, Michael's gaze was drawn to the captivating azure orbs that adorned the boy's face. His expression betrayed a flicker of surprise as he beheld Naruto's beautiful blue eyes.
Those eyes were no ordinary eyes. They were the Six Eyes – a rare and extraordinary gift bestowed upon a chosen human. So rare, in fact, that throughout history, only one individual possessed them every 400 years, awaiting the passing of four centuries before finding a new bearer.
Such was the revelation God had imparted to Michael before His death, a truth shrouded in mystery and significance.
In the presence of this remarkable revelation, a hush fell over the assembly, each member acutely aware of the profound significance of Naruto's unique inheritance. It was a moment that transcended the boundaries of time and space, marking Naruto as a custodian of a legacy that spanned centuries.
With a mixture of humility and awe, Naruto stepped forward to introduce himself, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "My name is Naruto," he began, his words carrying a sense of reverence. "It is truly an honor for me to meet angels like you in person."
He paused, his gaze shifting between Michael and Gabriel, before continuing, "I've only ever read about angels in books and the Bible. To stand before you now is a privilege beyond words."
His words resonated with a sincerity that touched the hearts of all present, a testament to the profound impact of this encounter on Naruto's young soul. In this moment, he stood on the threshold of a journey that would forever alter the course of his destiny.
Michael smiled warmly, his hand gently ruffling Naruto's blonde hair as he spoke. "The honor is mutual, Naruto," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "To meet someone blessed with such a rare gift from Father is a privilege beyond measure."
His words carried a sense of wisdom and appreciation for the significance of Naruto's unique inheritance. In this simple gesture of affection, Michael conveyed not only his respect for Naruto's divine heritage but also his acknowledgment of the profound responsibility that accompanied it. It was a moment of profound connection, bridging the gap between mortal and celestial realms in a shared journey of purpose and destiny.
Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel exchanged curious glances, their interest piqued by Michael's mention of Naruto's 'rare gift'. Sensing their curiosity, Michael addressed them with a solemn tone.
"I believe it would be best for us to speak privately after this," he suggested, his voice carrying a sense of gravity. "There are matters that require our attention, and it would be prudent to discuss them away from prying ears."
His words hung in the air, underscoring the importance of the impending conversation and the need for discretion in addressing matters of such significance. With a shared understanding, Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel nodded in agreement, their thoughts already turning towards the revelations that awaited them in the privacy of their discussion.
Turning her attention to the children, Griselda addressed them with a gentle smile, her voice carrying a tone of reassurance. "Now, kids," she began, "Sir Ewald and I have some matters to discuss with Lord Michael and Lady Gabriel. You are free to enjoy your time as you wish while we attend to these matters."
"Yes, Sister Griselda!"
Her words conveyed a sense of respect for the kid's autonomy and a desire to ensure that their time was not unduly interrupted. With a nod of understanding, the children dispersed, their youthful energy infusing the garden with a sense of joy and vitality as they embarked on their own adventures.
As Griselda and Ewald followed Michael and Gabriel into the church, Naruto's gaze lingered on the two individuals introduced by Griselda earlier: Dulio and Lint. With a sense of curiosity tinged with reverence, Naruto observed them closely.
Dulio and Lint stood together, their presence exuding a quiet strength and determination. Like Michael and Gabriel, Naruto's keen blue eyes discerned a faint aura of holy energy surrounding them, albeit not as potent as that of the heavenly Seraphs.
There was a little hesitation in Naruto to greet the two of them. Understandably, he doesn't have many friends. He spends most of his time drawing.
"Umm...Hello there. My name is Naruto, nice to meet you."
Dulio and Lint smiled friendly in response to Naruto's greeting. Unexpectedly, they actually showed a positive impression.
With a sense of reverence, Naruto watched as Dulio and Lint exchanged a knowing glance, their silent agreement echoing the unspoken bond that united them in their shared journey of purpose and destiny.
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Inside the solemn confines of the church, Michael led Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes and ears of others. The air was charged with anticipation as they gathered, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and reverence.
With a solemn nod, Michael began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom and divine authority. "As you are aware," he began, his gaze resting upon Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel, "there is a matter of great importance that we must address."
Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel listened intently, their eyes fixed upon Michael, awaiting his revelation with bated breath. The mystery surrounding Naruto's rare divine gift had left them intrigued, and now, in the hallowed sanctuary of the church, they hoped to unravel its secrets.
With measured words, Michael continued, "The gift bestowed upon Naruto is one of great significance. It is a rare and precious blessing, granted only to a select few throughout the ages."
The gravity of his words hung in the air, each syllable laden with the weight of destiny and purpose. In that sacred moment, surrounded by the aura of divine presence, Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel braced themselves for the revelations that would shape the course of Naruto's journey and the fate of all who crossed his path.
Ewald's inquiry pierced the air, his voice carrying a mixture of anticipation and reverence. "What gift do you speak of, Lord Michael?" he asked, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Is it his eyes?"
Michael's nod was solemn, confirming Ewald's conjecture. "Yes, you are correct, Sir Ewald" he affirmed, his voice resonating with a profound sense of purpose. "It is indeed his eyes."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a reverent hush over the gathered assembly. "Six Eyes – a rare and sacred inheritance bestowed upon only the chosen few every 400 years" The significance of Naruto's gift reverberated through the chamber, each member of the congregation grappling with the weight of destiny that now lay upon the young boy's shoulders.
In the moments that followed, Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel exchanged knowing glances, their hearts heavy with the solemnity of the revelation. Naruto's journey had taken on a new significance, his path now illuminated by the divine light of his sacred heritage. With a shared sense of purpose, they prepared to guide him along the intricate threads of fate that lay ahead, navigating the mysteries of the Six Eyes and the destiny that awaited him.
Continuing his explanation, Michael elaborated on the capabilities of Naruto's Six Eyes. "His eyes possess the ability to perceive everything," he revealed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. "They can discern magical energies, decipher magical techniques, aid in the processing of information within the user's brain at an accelerated rate, and assist in the mastery of magical techniques."
His words hung in the air, each revelation adding layers of complexity to Naruto's extraordinary gift. Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel listened intently, their minds racing with the implications of Naruto's newfound abilities. In the presence of such divine insight, they understood the magnitude of the task that lay before them – to nurture and guide Naruto as he embarked on his journey to master the power of the Six Eyes and fulfill his destiny as a chosen bearer of sacred magic.
As Michael's explanation unfolded, Griselda's mind was a whirlwind of contemplation. 'So, that's why Naruto could draw so skillfully'. She mused inwardly, her thoughts racing to connect the dots. 'His ability to perceive every detail with such accuracy must be a manifestation of his extraordinary gift'
In that moment of revelation, Griselda gained a newfound appreciation for Naruto's artistic talents. His drawings, imbued with a level of detail and precision beyond his years, suddenly took on a deeper significance. They were not merely the work of a skilled hand, but a reflection of the unique abilities bestowed upon him by the Six Eyes.
Turning to Sister Griselda, Michael posed a probing question, his voice carrying a tone of curiosity tempered by solemnity. "Sister Griselda," he began, his gaze steady upon her, "as the one entrusted with the care of the children, including Naruto, have you ever witnessed Naruto exhibit any behavior that defied human logic?"
Griselda paused, her mind racing as she recalled her interactions with Naruto. There had been moments, fleeting glimpses of something inexplicable, a spark of otherworldly potential hidden beneath his youthful exterior.
With a solemn nod, Griselda acknowledged Michael's inquiry. "Yes," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of awe, "there have been an accident where Naruto's actions seemed to transcend the bounds of human understanding."
Griselda's recounting of the events sent a shiver down the spines of those gathered, her words painting a vivid picture of the inexplicable occurrences surrounding Naruto.
"It was during yesterday's recess," Griselda began, her voice steady despite the weight of her revelation. "As the kids enjoyed their time in the park, Naruto was engrossed in his drawing, much like any other day. Everything seemed normal until an errant ball veered dangerously close to him."
A hushed silence fell over the assembly as Griselda's words hung in the air, each member captivated by the unfolding tale. "To our astonishment," Griselda continued, her tone tinged with disbelief, "the ball came to an abrupt halt just inches from Naruto's head, as if an unseen force had intervened."
In that moment, the significance of Naruto's mysterious abilities became all too apparent, casting a pall of wonder and apprehension over the assembled group. As they grappled with the implications of this extraordinary revelation, they realized that Naruto's journey was fraught with mysteries beyond their wildest imaginings. And with each new revelation, they found themselves drawn deeper into the enigmatic tapestry of destiny that awaited them all.
Michael's revelation sent shockwaves through the assembled group, his words carrying the weight of profound significance. "Naruto possesses a Sacred Gear," he declared, his voice resonating with a mixture of awe and solemnity. "But it is not just any Sacred Gear. It transcends the classification of Longinus, possessing power equal to, if not greater than, that of Longinus."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, each member of the assembly grappling with the implications of Naruto's extraordinary gift. "It is known as Limitless," Michael continued, his tone tinged with reverence. "A Sacred Gear that manipulates the concept of Infinity and applies it to the real world. What Naruto demonstrated with the ball was a manifestation of Limitless – the manipulation of space."
In that moment, the true magnitude of Naruto's abilities became clear, casting a new light on his journey and the challenges that lay ahead. As they absorbed Michael's words, Griselda, Ewald, and Gabriel realized that Naruto's destiny was far more extraordinary than they had ever imagined. And with each revelation, they found themselves drawn deeper into the enigmatic tapestry of destiny that awaited them all.
Ewald's expression betrayed his curiosity, his brow furrowing in contemplation as he struggled to comprehend the significance of Michael's revelation. "I have never heard of this Sacred Gear," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of wonder.
Michael's response was measured, his tone carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. "Limitless is indeed a rare and elusive Sacred Gear," he explained, his gaze steady upon Ewald. "It is bestowed only upon the chosen few who possess the Six Eyes. In essence, anyone who wields Limitless is bound to possess the Six Eyes. These two elements are intrinsically linked, forming a symbiotic relationship that cannot be severed."
As Michael's words sank in, Ewald and the others exchanged knowing glances, their minds reeling with the implications of this newfound knowledge. The revelation of Limitless and its connection to the Six Eyes added yet another layer of complexity to Naruto's already enigmatic journey. And as they pondered the mysteries that lay ahead, they realized that their path was now intertwined with the unfolding destiny of the chosen bearer of Limitless.
Michael's words hung in the air, their weight echoing through the hallowed halls of the church as he revealed the full extent of Naruto's potential. "With both of these gifts at his disposal," he explained, his voice imbued with a sense of reverence, "if Naruto were to master them fully, he would become the strongest Exorcist in the history of the church. He could even ascend to the ranks of the Brave Saints with ease."
The magnitude of Michael's proclamation sent a shiver down the spines of those gathered, each member of the assembly acutely aware of the profound implications of Naruto's destiny. The possibility of Naruto becoming a legendary figure, a beacon of hope and strength in the ongoing battle against darkness, filled them with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
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This is just an abandoned project from last year. If this gets a positive response, I'll think about continuing it.
