Sasuke Uchiha - Westerosi's Black Knight, a Naruto + A song of Ice and Fire Crossover fanfic

Sasuke Uchiha - Westerosi's Black Knight

1. What is Westeros?

With a heavy exhale and a flick of his black cloak, Sasuke lands gracefully amidst the dense foliage of the forest. Moonlight filtered through the leaves casts dappled shadows upon his lean form, his Rinnegan eye darting around as he takes in his new surroundings. The silence of the woods is punctuated only by the symphony of nocturnal creatures and the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

"Where am I?"

As Sasuke gathers his bearings, he takes stock of his surroundings. The trees around him stand tall and imposing, their bark covered in lichen and moss. The earthy scent of decaying leaves and sap fills his nostrils, and the cool night air caresses his skin. He takes a few measured steps forward, his sandals crunching softly on the forest floor, searching for clues that may help him discover where he is. The deeper Sasuke ventures into the forest, the more ominous the surroundings become. The moonlight takes on a silvery hue, bathing the surroundings in an eerie glow. The trees become denser, their branches interwoven like gnarled hands, and the shadows seem to shift and twist as if alive. Despite the ominous atmosphere, Sasuke remains stoic, his Rinnegan eye surveying his surroundings keenly.

Sasuke halts in a clearing, his senses on high alert. A chill runs down his spine that doesn't stem from the cold air swirling around him. The silence is suddenly shattered as a rustling comes from the nearby bushes. Sasuke's hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his sword, his Rinnegan eye narrowing as he waits for the source of the sound to reveal itself.

Out from the underbrush bursts a doe, her slender frame illuminated by the silvery moon. She bounds away into the darkness, her white-spotted coat disappearing into the shadows. Sasuke exhales slowly, a wry smile playing upon his lips at the harmless encounter. But as the doe disappears, the sound of another rustling comes from his left. Sasuke's head snaps to the left, his Rinnegan eye locked onto the source of the noise. The air around him seems to still, the creatures of the night falling silent as if holding their breath. The rustling comes again, more insistent this time, and it seems much larger than a doe.

Gripping his sword's hilt tightly, Sasuke silently moves closer to the sound, his senses on high alert. As he approaches, the source of the disturbance finally reveals itself. A massive boar bursts forth from the underbrush, its beady eyes locked on Sasuke. Its tusk is caked with mud and debris, the beast snorting as it paws the ground aggressively.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sasuke assumes a fighting stance, his Rinnegan eye gleaming with determination. The massive boar charges at him, its feral squeals echoing through the forest. The Uchiha leaps to the side, his movements fluid and precise, narrowly evading the beast's onslaught. The boar turns and charges again, its tusks aimed for Sasuke's abdomen. Just as the boar's tusk is about to pierce Sasuke's side, he swiftly dodges to the left, using the momentum to whirl around and launch a counterattack. His sword flashes in the moonlight, slashing through the air and landing a deep cut on the boar's flank. The animal lets out a pained squeal, its momentum faltering as it thrashes in pain.

The boar tries to charge again, but it's disoriented and sluggish, blood oozing from its wound. Seeing the opportunity, Sasuke closes the distance. He swiftly leaps onto the boar's back, his muscular legs wrapping around its shoulders as he grasps a handful of its bristles. The boar tries to charge again, but it's disoriented and sluggish, blood oozing from its wound. Seeing the opportunity, Sasuke closes the distance. He swiftly leaps onto the boar's back, his muscular legs wrapping around its shoulders as he grasps a handful of its bristles.

The boar bucks and thrashes, trying to dislodge Sasuke from its back. It's a dangerous game, as one wrong move could send the Uchiha flying into a tree. Yet Sasuke's grip is firm, his weight and balance keeping him tethered to the struggling creature.

With a hard twist of his body, Sasuke wrenches the boar forcefully to the ground, the impact sending a cloud of dirt and leaves flying up around them. The boar lets out a guttural squeal as it crashes against the forest floor, thrashing and writhing in a futile attempt to regain its footing.

Swiftly, Sasuke dismounts, his feet planted firmly on the ground. The boar continues to writhe in pain, its struggles growing weaker as it loses blood. The Uchiha walks over to the fallen animal, his Rinnegan eye locking onto it with a cold detachment. Raising his sword, Sasuke pauses for a brief moment, his expression unreadable. In one fluid motion, he brings the sword down on the boar's neck, severing its head in a single, clean cut. The body of the boar twitches a final time before going still, the once fierce creature now lifeless meat on the forest floor.

Sasuke stands there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the adrenaline of the battle fading. The silence of the forest seems to echo in the aftermath of the fight, the only sound being the soft rustling of leaves. The Uchiha takes a few moments to catch his breath, his Rinnegan eye glancing around the now silent forest before looking down at the slain boar. Pushing his fatigue aside, Sasuke crouches down beside the slain boar, taking a dagger from his pack. With practiced hands, he begins the process of harvesting the beast. His movements are quick and precise, skinning and butchering the animal with an almost mechanical efficiency.

As Sasuke works, his thoughts wander. He tries to recall how he ended up in this forest, a place so foreign and unknown to him. Yet no answers come to him, only more questions. Once the butchering is done, Sasuke rises to his feet, the bloodied meat packed into a makeshift bag he fashioned from the boar's skin. With a final glance at the slain boar, Sasuke sets off into the forest once more. He moves silently, his steps light and his senses alert. The moon continues its slow journey through the night sky, casting a silvery glow on the surroundings.

As Sasuke delves deeper into the woods, he notices peculiar markings on some of the trees. They're rough and deep, as if made by claws.

"Scratch marks…" he muttered.

Sasuke stops in front of one of the marked trees, his Rinnegan eye roaming over the claw marks. He crouches down, running his fingers over the grooves in the bark. The marks are old, the wood having started to heal around the edges. The howl fades into the night, replaced by a deep, unsettling silence. Sasuke stands slowly, his Rinnegan eye scanning the darkness around him. He takes a cautious step forward, the crunching of leaves the only sound in the still night.

Another howl pierces the air, this time much closer. The hairs on the back of Sasuke's neck stand on end, his senses going into overdrive. There's a sense of danger in the air now, a palpable tension that was not present before. As he continues, the howling becomes more insistent, the source drawing nearer. Sasuke quickened his pace, his eyes darting around as he navigated the forest. The trees seem to close in around him, the shadows shifting and crawling like living things. The howling echoes around him now, the source so close it's deafening. Sasuke's heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Suddenly, a loud, menacing growl tears through the silence, followed by the sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping. Sasuke whirls around, his Rinnegan eye flaring as he instinctively draws his sword. Moonlight filters through the foliage, casting sinister shadows on the approaching form.

What emerges from the shadows are two enormous dire wolves, their forms massive and imposing even in the dim light. They stalk forward, their eyes glowing with a primal hunger, their teeth shining like ivory knives. One of them lets out a savage growl, the sound sending a chill down Sasuke's spine.

Sasuke stands his ground, his Rinnegan eye locked onto the approaching predators. He grips his sword tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. The dire wolves continue their advance, their steps measured and deliberate. They circle Sasuke like living shadows, their muscles rippling under their fur with each movement.

Just as the dire wolves are about to pounce upon Sasuke, a group of people burst through the undergrowth. They move with practiced ease, their steps light yet purposeful. Their clothes are stained with sweat and dirt, and they hold their weapons at the ready. A couple of them carry torches, the flickering light revealing their faces.

They are a ragtag group, but their eyes gleam with determination. One of them, a man with a grizzled beard and a hunting knife, calls out to Sasuke, "Hold there, stranger! Those beasts are ours!"

Sasuke, still on edge, lowers his sword slightly at the sight of the people. His Rinnegan eye remains wary, his senses still on high alert. The dire wolves seem to hesitate as well, their focus now divided between Sasuke and the new arrivals. The man with the hunting knife steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he gauges Sasuke. "Who are you? And what are you doing here in the forest at this hour?" His voice is gruff, his suspicious demeanor obvious.

Sasuke takes a moment to respond, his gaze sweeping over the group. He sees the bows and arrows they carry, the spears and swords at their waist. They look like hunters, and judging by how they've confronted the dire wolves, they're experienced ones.

Sasuke lowers his sword completely, his gaze still fixed on the group. "I got lost here a while ago," he admits, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of weariness. "I've been trying to find my way out, but this forest doesn't appear to be the friendliest." The man with the hunting knife regards Sasuke for a moment, his eyes searching for any signs of deception. The wolves continue to growl and circle, their attention now mostly on the new arrivals.

"Lost, eh?" the man grunts. "Not many people wander into this part of the forest by mistake. And even fewer in the middle of the night."

"Believe me, it wasn't by choice," Sasuke replies, keeping his voice low. "I don't mean any harm. I just want to find a way out of this place."

The man with the hunting knife seems to mull over Sasuke's words, his gaze shifting between him and the dire wolves. The other members of the hunting party look at each other, some nodding slightly in agreement, others seeming more skeptical.

Until one of the men pulls out his dagger and tries to stab Sasuke in the back.

Just as the man lunges forward with his dagger, Sasuke's Rinnegan eye flares with power. He had already sensed a malicious intent from the man, and his Sharingan eye had instinctively activated. With lightning-fast reflexes, Sasuke whirls around, his sword slashing through the air and parrying the man's attack. The rest of the hunting party seems shocked by the sudden turn of events, their eyes wide as they watch the scene unfold. The man with the hunting knife looks equally surprised, his dagger still clutched in his hand.

The hunting party collectively recoils at the sight of Sasuke's Rinnegan eye, the violet hue in the dark bringing an uneasy feeling upon them. The leader of the group, the one with the hunting knife, swallows hard, his eyes narrowing as he regards Sasuke's unique feature. The leader of the hunting party pauses, his eyes widening ever so slightly as they fall upon Sasuke's Rinnegan eye. The glowing violet hue is unlike anything he has seen before, adding an air of eeriness to Sasuke's already imposing figure.

The leader mutters under his breath, his voice gruff. "What in seven hells is he?" Despite the fear and confusion, a spark of curiosity lights up in his gaze.

As the hunters' attention is diverted by Sasuke's unique eye, the dire wolves seize the opportunity. They pounce forward with a bloodthirsty ferocity, their jaws snapping and their claws raking.

"AHHH! NOOO! HELP ME-GAH!"

"IT HURTS! GRAHHH!"

The hunters let out startled cries, their weapons flailing in desperation as they fought off the attacking beasts. Sasuke watches the scene unfold, a mix of surprise and caution in his Rinnegan eye. The battle continues, the sounds of snarling, screaming, and metal clashing filling the air. Sasuke's gaze momentarily shifts to the leader, who missed his attack against Sasuke's chest. The attack had been swift, but Sasuke's reflexes were even faster.

The leader looks at Sasuke with a mix of surprise and fear. He had underestimated Sasuke's speed and skill, and it could have cost him dearly. Sasuke continues to watch the battle unfold before him. The dire wolves tear through the hunters with savage abandon, their jaws tearing into flesh and bone with sickening ease. The once-confident hunters are now struggling to even stay alive, their weapons seemingly weak and ineffective against the beasts.

The leader of the hunters glances at Sasuke, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. He's clearly out of his depth in this fight, and it's showing. For a moment, his gaze locks with Sasuke's, the Rinnegan eye catching in the flickering torchlight.

"N-No, no! P-Please no!" he begged. "Please have mer-!"

Sasuke moves with lightning speed, his sword flashing in the night air. The leader of the hunting party barely has time to realize what's happening before he feels the cold steel of Sasuke's blade against his neck. In a single, swift motion, Sasuke delivers the killing blow, ending the man's life instantly.

The dire wolves pause in their feasting, their heads lifting as if sensing the death of their attacker. Sasuke's gaze sweeps over the remaining hunters, his sword lowered now, but still at the ready. The dire wolves regard Sasuke with a mixture of caution and curiosity. Their hackles lower slightly, their eyes never leaving his Rinnegan eye. They seem less hostile now, the adrenaline of the battle subsiding. Sasuke stands still, his gaze meeting theirs. His Rinnegan eye holds the wolves' attention, the violet hue almost hypnotic in the dim light. He makes no move to attack, instead regarding the dire wolves with a quiet confidence.

'Perhaps, I could…' he thought.

Sasuke slowly extends his hand, his movement slow and careful. The dire wolves watch him with wary eyes, their bodies tense but not aggressive. As Sasuke's hand gets closer, the nearest wolf sniffs it curiously, its wet nose twitching against Sasuke's fingers. Sasuke gently touches the wolf's head, his fingers running through its thick, rough fur. The dire wolf doesn't flinch away, its eyes closing slightly at the touch. The other wolf, seeing its companion, relaxes as well, its tail lowering from its defensive position.

"Good ones." he chuckled.

The dire wolf seems to respond positively to Sasuke's touch, its head tilting slightly as he runs his fingers through its fur. It nuzzles against his hand, seeming to almost lean into the petting. The other wolf takes a few tentative steps closer, its curiosity getting the better of it. As Sasuke continues to pet the dire wolves, he ponders silently for a moment, remembering a brash ninja and his pet back home before speaking aloud.

"I suppose you two need names, hmmm? How about Kiba for you," he says, pointing at the first wolf, the one he's been petting, "and Akamaru for you."

The dire wolves seem to respond to their names as Sasuke says them, their ears perking up ever so slightly. The two dire wolves, now named Kiba and Akamaru, regard Sasuke with an almost friendly demeanor. Their bodies are no longer tense, their tongues hanging out lazily as if to show their contentment. They nuzzle against Sasuke's legs, clearly enjoying the attention.

As the first rays of dawn break through the treeline, Sasuke's eyes widen in realization. He had been so preoccupied with surviving the dire wolves and the hunters that he had lost track of time and place.

He looks around, the forest now bathed in a soft morning light. The bodies of the fallen hunters lay around him, a grim reminder of the events of the previous night.

Sasuke's mind races, his thoughts turning to his current situation. He is alone, in an unfamiliar place, with no idea where to go or how to return to civilization. He regrets not asking more questions of the hunter he had killed earlier, realizing now how valuable information could have been. Sasuke looks at Kiba and Akamaru, the dire wolves now sitting by his side. An idea forms in his mind, a risky and uncharted one, but one that he is willing to try.

"Kiba, Akamaru," he says, addressing the dire wolves who perk up at their names, "I need your help. I need you to lead me to where civilization is."

The dire wolves, Kiba and Akamaru, respond to Sasuke's command with a low whining sound. They seemed to understand his words, their ears perked forward, their heads slightly tilted in curiosity. They trot a few steps in one direction, as if beckoning Sasuke to follow them. Sasuke watches the movement, a flicker of hope igniting in his Rinnegan eye. He takes a deep breath and steps forward, following the dire wolves as they lead the way. The forest slowly comes to life around them, the morning light filtering through the trees, the sounds of waking birds filling the air.

As he walks, Sasuke glances at the dire wolves. Their movements are graceful and sure, their noses twitching as they pick up scents in the air. They seem to know exactly where they're going, leading Sasuke through the trees without hesitation. After navigating the forest, Sasuke and his dire wolf companions emerge onto a long, dirt path. The sunlight shines brightly upon the road, illuminating the way forward. Not too far in the distance, the outline of what appears to be a town can be seen, its silhouette hazy in the morning sunlight.

The dire wolves, Kiba and Akamaru, let out soft whines, their heads gesturing towards the town. They seem to be leading Sasuke directly to it, their pace picking up slightly.

Sasuke's thoughts race as they near the town, the realization dawning on him that bringing the dire wolves might not be the best choice. He stops walking, causing Kiba and Akamaru to look up at him, their heads tilting in question. "You two can't come with me," Sasuke tells them firmly, his voice gentle yet unyielding. "People in that town probably won't understand. They might attack if they see you."

The dire wolves, Kiba and Akamaru, seem to understand Sasuke's words, their ears lowering slightly in disappointment. They make a series of soft, whining sounds, as if protesting. It is clear that they want to stay with him, to continue their journey by his side. Sasuke's heart sinks a little at the sight of their disappointment, but he knows it is the best decision for all of them. He kneels down, placing his hand on each of their heads in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture.

Sasuke removes his hand from their heads, his tone firm yet gentle. "You two need to return to the forest now. I promise I'll be back for you, but you need to go now."

The dire wolves, Kiba and Akamaru, seem to understand Sasuke's words, their ears perking up at the promise that he will return for them. They let out another series of whines, as if expressing their reluctance to leave, but they ultimately turn around and start walking back towards the forest. Sasuke watches as Kiba and Akamaru disappear into the forest, their red fur becoming less and less visible as they are swallowed by the foliage. He feels a pang of regret at the sight of them leaving, but he knows it is the best for them and for him at the moment.

With the dire wolves gone, Sasuke turns his attention back to the town. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever may come. He starts walking towards the town, the sounds of his footsteps on the dirt path the only sound in the empty morning air. However, Sasuke can't help but feel a sense of unease. He doesn't know what to expect from the townsfolk, how they might react to his presence. He knows that he looks foreign and out of place, a stranger in a strange land. As he comes closer, people begin to notice his presence. Curious glances are cast in his direction, whispers and murmurs follow in his wake. The townsfolk seem wary and skeptical, sizing him up with guarded eyes.

Sasuke approaches a nearby peasant, a middle-aged man with a dirt-smudged face and hands. He clears his throat and speaks in a firm but polite tone.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you tell me where I am and what year it is?"

The peasant looks up at Sasuke, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Sasuke's foreign appearance and strange red eye. He hesitates for a moment before answering, his tone guarded.

"You're in a town called Winterfell, and it's the third year of the reign of Robert Baratheon, first of his name."

Sasuke nods in acknowledgment, committing the information to memory. He thanks the peasant before continuing on his way, the sounds and sights of the town becoming more and more distinct as he walks. There is a market square at the center of Winterfell, where people mill about, buying and selling goods. Stalls selling fruits, vegetables, meat, and other items line the square, and merchants hawk their wares with loud voices. The townsfolk stop and stare as Sasuke passes by, whispers and murmurs following in his wake. He feels their eyes on his back, the weight of their curious gazes almost palpable.

Seeing that is being the center of attention, he reaches up and tugs the eyepatch over his Rinnegan eye, concealing it from view. The Rinnegan is a unique and distinctive feature, one that could draw even more attention to him. He also deactivates his Sharingan, letting his eye return to its normal black color. With his eye covered and his Sharingan dormant, Sasuke continues to walk through the town. Without the red hue of his Rinnegan to draw attention, he blends in more with the townsfolk. People cast fewer curious glances his way, now merely regarding him as a strange individual with an eye patch.

With his eye covered and his Sharingan dormant, Sasuke continues to walk through the town. Without the red hue of his Rinnegan to draw attention, he blends in more with the townsfolk. People cast fewer curious glances his way, now merely regarding him as a strange individual with an eye patch.

He soon stopped in front of a building at the end of the square.

"A tavern..." he noted.

Sasuke pushed open the door of the tavern and entered, the sounds and smells of the establishment enveloping him. Inside, a motley mix of patrons sit at tables, drinking ales and eating simple meals. A fire blazes in the corner, casting a cheerful glow over the room.

Sasuke scanned the room, searching for a place to sit and gather information.

He spied a free seat at a round table in the corner, its location offering some measure of privacy. Making his way over, he took a seat and signaled to a passing serving wench for a drink. As he waited for his drink, Sasuke let his eyes roam over the room, taking in the faces of the other patrons. He took note of their clothes, their accents, anything that might give him a clue as to where and when he was. The serving wench returned with Sasuke's drink, a frothy ale in a heavy pottery mug. He thanked her and took a sip, savoring the bitter taste on his tongue. As he drank, he listened to the conversations around him, trying to pick up information without attracting too much attention to himself.

Where did he get those coins? He looted it from the dead bodies of the hunters he had fought earlier.

The conversations around him were a mix of mundane topics - work, family, gossip. Occasionally, he heard snippets of talk about King Robert and the realm, but nothing too substantive. He took another sip of his ale, pondering his next move. Until he heard a juicy conversation just behind him. Two castle guards were talking behind him. He pretended to be immersed in his drink, all the while listening closely to their conversation.

"Did you hear the news?" one guard asked, his voice hushed yet excited.

"What news?" the other guard replied, his tone slightly bored.

"Seems our Master of Arms is hosting a tournament." the first guard said, his voice lowering even more.

"Aye, a melee to be exact," the first guard continued. "All the best fighters from around the realm are gonna be there. Even the king himself might make an appearance."

That caught Sasuke's attention.

Sasuke turned around in his seat to face the castle guards. He gave them a polite smile and asked, "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I was wondering, how would a man go about joining this melee tournament?"

The two guards looked at him for a moment, their eyes taking in his foreign appearance and single black eye. There was a note of surprise in their expressions, but they quickly recovered and looked at each other.

"You want to join the melee?" the first guard asked, his tone incredulous.

The second guard chuckled, a smirk on his face. "You don't look like much of a fighter, stranger," he said, giving Sasuke a once-over.

Sasuke, unperturbed by their reaction, chuckled lightly. "Looks can be deceiving," he replied, his tone friendly yet confident. "I have more skill than you give me credit for."

The first guard raised an eyebrow, a note of doubt in his expression. "Do you even have a sword?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Sasuke reached down and patted the scabbard at his hip, feeling the weight of it. "I have more than a sword," he said cryptically, a small smile on his lips.

The second guard let out another chuckle, his skepticism not fading. "And a name to go with that mysterious attitude and weapon?" he asked.

"Sasuke," Sasuke said, his tone level. "Just Sasuke." He saw no reason to give them more information than necessary. Sasuke leaned against the back of his chair, his expression interested. "Could you tell me how these tourneys work?" he asked the guards, his tone polite yet curious. "What are the rules? What's the prize for winning?"

The first guard shrugged nonchalant, his tone disinterested. "It's your typical melee. You fight until you're beat, either by knockout or by submission. Last one standing wins. No deaths allowed, just to prove fighting skill, not lethality." The second guard added, "Prize is a bag of gold and the right to ask for a favor from the king himself. Of course, being the mystery fighter with no name that you are, I doubt that last part applies to you."

Sasuke nodded, taking in the information. It all seemed simple enough. Fight till the end, no deaths, and a bag of gold for the winner. He didn't care much for the king's favor, as he had no interest in asking for anything from this Robert Baratheon.

Sasuke paused and remembered the lessons he had when he was a kid. All around clans, daimyos, and the political structure of the Elemental Nations.

"And anyone can join, right?" Sasuke asked, his curiosity piqued. "I don't need to be a member of any specific house or region?"

The first guard shook his head, his expression slightly dismissive. "No, tourneys are open to anyone who wants to join. No need to be an aristocrat or anything fancy. As long as you can hold a weapon and fight, you're welcome to participate."

The second guard added, "But beware, many of the fighters who participate in these tourneys are experienced and skilled. If you're not up to snuff, you're gonna get your ass handed back to you on a silver platter."

Sasuke chuckled at the guard's words, unperturbed by the warning. He had no doubt that the fighters in this tourney would be skilled, but he was confident in his own abilities. "Don't worry," he said with a smirk, "I can handle myself just fine."

He was about to leave, when he remembered something. Sasuke turned back to the guards, a determined look on his face. "Now, where do I sign up for this tourney?"

The first guard, seeing Sasuke's fervor, answered his question with a bored tone. "There's a tent in the middle of town. It's where all the fighters register their names and fill out the necessary paperwork."

The second guard added, "The melee is scheduled for three days from now, sharp at noon."

Sasuke nodded, the information sinking in. Three days, that gave him time to prepare. "Thank you for the information," he said to the guards, his tone sincere.

He then stood up and walked away, leaving the guards to return to their conversation. He had a tourney to prepare for.

Exiting the tavern, he notices his clothing that is unsuitable for the region. It was the clothes he had back when he was travelling across the Elemental Nations back in his world. Now that he is in a new world, he needed new clothes to spare.

Light armor and supplies basically.

He scanned the streets for any sign of a blacksmith's shop, hoping to find someone who could outfit him with light armor and supplies. He finally spotted one up ahead, a large, one-story building with the sound of hammering drifting out into the street. He approached the shop and pushed open the door, the smell of hot metal and oil wafting out to him. Inside, he found a burly blacksmith hammering at a piece of steel, his muscular arms flexing with each strike of his hammer.

The blacksmith looked up as Sasuke entered, a curious yet gruff expression on his face. He set his hammer down and wiped his hands on his soot-stained apron. "What can I do for ya, stranger?" he asked, his voice gravelly and deep.

Sasuke stepped further into the shop, his eyes taking in the array of swords, axes, and other metal implements hanging from the walls. "I'm in need of some light armor and supplies for a melee tournament," he said, getting straight to the point. "Something sturdy and functional, not too flashy or elaborate."

The blacksmith eyed Sasuke up and down, taking in his foreign appearance and obvious strength. He could tell that this was a man who knew how to fight.

"Hm," the blacksmith grunted, his hands on his hips. "I just got the thing for ya. It'll be expensive, mind you."

Sasuke nodded, unbothered by the cost. "Money is not an issue," he said, keeping his voice steady and calm. "I just need something that will keep me protected in the tourney but not slow me down too much."

The blacksmith scratched his chin, pondering for a moment. "I've got some leather armor that might do ya good," he began, moving over to the back wall where various pieces of light armor hung. "It's light, durable, and flexible. Should be perfect for a fast fighter like yerself." The blacksmith pulled a piece of leather armor off the wall, its material soft and supple. He showed it to Sasuke, allowing him to inspect it. "Leather armor like this is cheaper than metal," the blacksmith explained. "But it still provides good protection. And, you won't be weighed down so much, leaving you more nimble and fast in battle."

Sasuke examined the leather armor, feeling its texture and weight. It was lightweight yet sturdy, exactly what he needed. "How much?" he asked, looking up at the blacksmith.

"Five silver stags."

The blacksmith pocketed the coins, a satisfied grin on his face. "Pleasure doin' business with ya, stranger," he said, handing over the leather armor. "Be sure to come back sometime if ya need any more supplies."

"Sasuke." The Uchiha introduced himself to the blacksmith.

"Sounds like from Essos." the blacksmith muttered. "Names' Goran." He shook his hand as Goran nodded. "I can tell it's your first time here in Winterfell."

Sasuke just nodded.

After a few minutes of conversing with Goran, Sasuke bid the blacksmith goodbye and headed to the market to buy supplies and rations for three days. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting shadows across the streets, Sasuke made his way towards an inn that he had spotted earlier, and to where Goran had pointed out as well. Its exterior was rustic and simple, yet it looked clean and comfortable.

He pushed open the door and entered, a wave of warmth washing over him as he stepped inside. The inn was cozy, with a fire crackling in the hearth and candlelight illuminating the room. A few patrons were about, nursing drinks and chatting amongst themselves.

Sasuke approached the innkeeper, a portly man with a round face and a welcoming smile. "Good evenin'," the innkeeper greeted, his voice friendly. "What can I do fer ya, stranger? Lookin' for a room for the night?"

Sasuke nodded, a tiredness settling over him. "Yes, I'll take a room for the night," he said, leaning against the counter. "Do you have any vacancies?"

The innkeeper nodded, his fingers drumming on the countertop. "Aye, we have an available room upstairs," he said, his tone cheerful. "It'll be a silver stag for the night, and that includes an evening meal and breakfast in the mornin' as well." Sasuke reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver stag, the gleaming coin catching the light from the fireplace. He handed it over to the innkeeper, who took it and gave him a room key in return.

Soon, he made his way upstairs to rest, and to prepare himself for the melee.

To dream. And to learn about this new world.

A/N: Hello, this is my attempt to write a Naruto x ASOIAF fanfic here since I don't see any of it and very rare to read on some sites.
Cheers! We will tackle next chapter of the melee and the reason why Sasuke landed in the world of Westeros!