A/N: Still alive, somehow.
In other news, I may need a vacation soon, that, or I may simply change the update day for Foxfire to Tuesdays from now on, and shift the other dates around accordingly. I now have less time to write on Sundays and as a direct result, less time to write good chapters for this. It always feels like the qualuty suffers for it.
Still, here I am. Looking forward to your feedback!
So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others.
As ever, I own no quotes, references, themes or memes. Not a wit or one. They're tributes, one and all.
I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world, one word at a time.
Time and feedback will determine if this should become a story. Simple as that.
In other words...everything is up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!
Inspiration comes from "By the Flame" from Scarlet Songs~!
This teaser has been a long time in coming.
BEHOLD NARUTO AS MESSMER.
Enjoy the meme.
"Marika...a curse upon thee...
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By the Flame
"Burn them all."
Three little words, and yet, from the moment of his (re)birth, Naruto took them to to heart alongside his new name.
She was his Mother. She brought him out of death and into this world. She raised him. Nurtured him alone, hiding from those who sought to slay her, silence her, stuff her in a jar. They hurt her, spurned her kindness, and sought only to kill the two of them. Naturally, he answered violence with violence.
So he would.
Burn them.
ALL.
He led his allies into war. The crusade was simple. Its result practically preordained.
Total Hornsent death.
Kill Hornsent. Backstab Hornsent.
Dryleaf whirlwind kick a Hornsent into the abyssal woods.
Slam dunk a Hornsent's spiritstone into the trash. Crucify greater potentates serving Hornsent. Twist Hornsent's horns off.
Another such Hornsent rushed him out at the smoke as he did just that, brandishing its blades with a scream.
Monster, they called him. Perhaps he was.
No, he most certainly was.
All he heard was silence.
Dropping his latest victim, he conjured a fiery rasengan into his right hand and drove it into them, annihilating them on the spot. Another jumped onto his back and stabbed a blade into his back. Their steel failed to pierce his skin and shattered. He repaid their kindness by reach around with a lengthy limb, grabbing them, and tossing them into the air.
Down they fell, howling in fear.
Up came his spear.
Crunch.
Impale Hornsent. Immolate Hornsent with flame. Scatter Hornsent ashes and salt Hornsent ground with them so that nothing Hornsent might ever grow here again.
All Wicked Hornsent Must Die.
Nothing else would do.
All Must Die.
Rellana waded past him, her twin swords aglow with moon and flame as she tore through another squad of Hornsent. He smiled at the sight of the Twin Moon Knight and thrust his lance into one that tried to strike at her flank. She saw him and granted him a brilliant smile, her bloodied face brightening for a moment. His heart skipped a beat.
It was enough to remind him what -who!- he was fighting for, why he had to win, why he had to survive, what he wanted to say to her someday...
But until such a day came, he would embrace his purpose and slaughter.
Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death.
In the embrace of his flame.
A/N: Ah, but what led to this scene~?
Would you like this to become a story? Do let me know~!
No previews this time. I'm exhausted. Aaaand there we go. As ever, reviews keep me alive. Without them, I cannot write.
So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...Review...Would You Kindly?
Hope you enjoyed this, and may your day be filled with lots of luck!
Warm regards,
~Nz.