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Author's Note: Hello everyone, here we are with something completely new and different, I hope. I have never done something like this before… so I am interested in seeing the reception for it. I am focusing on building a Naruto who is a weapons creator, a creator of powerful weapons. I have to confess, I am not sure how it will go. However, I will do my best to write something good.

Life has been tough this 2024. My grandmother passed away late in October after her four-year war with Parkinson's disease. I am facing financial difficulties… and a potential cancer scare. And yet, writing is one of the few joys I have left. I made a mistake in deleting my stories. This time, I hope that will not happen. This story is for fun and nothing else but to distract me from the bullshit. Depending on the reception and reviews… I might write more. Maybe some interludes and other things will happen. I have to confess, I have never written something like this, but I hope I do a good job. Without further ado, let us begin.

Prologue- A New Life as a Blacksmith

The North was cold, harsh, brutal; it was a place that was not for the faint of heart. The people who chose to live in the North barely saw spring, let alone saw a summer. The North was unforgiving and many had died due to the brutally harsh winters and from lack of food and famine.

And yet, many chose to call this unforgiving place home. Many chose to live and endure within the North. The harsh winters and grim reality forged men, women, and children into hardy, strong people who understood that life was never to be taken for granted and that life was priceless; whether you were a common man or a noble. This was a place where people had a long memory and took their oaths wisely. This was a place where neighbors would help each other. This was the place where Uzumaki Naruto and his friend Kurama reluctantly chose to call home.

Neither of them had any idea how they ended up here. One minute they were in a life and death struggle against Black Zetsu and his "mother", Kaguya. The next minute they found themselves on a completely new planet. Naruto was unconscious and found himself in a place called Stygai… a hellish landscape of death and destruction. It was a place where even those who practiced the Dark Arts refused to go.

Naruto had found himself locked into a blissful illusion, being drained of his life force as he was being looked over by various sorcerers with malicious intentions. Naruto was dreaming about the fact that he was married and had a family of his own. It had hurt Kurama to break him free of this illusion… but they needed to escape their chains.

Appearing in this new world had left him weak and emaciated, drained of his chakra and strength. It would take time before he regained his strength and chakra again… and the same went for Naruto. However, there was no way he was going to be chained and enslaved once more.

He woke Naruto up from his illusion as Naruto was left numb and consumed with grief. They had no way of going back home… and he had no time to watch Naruto feel sorry for himself. There would be time to grieve and mourn. However, no was the time for vengeance.

Kurama had taken over Naruto's body and broke free of their chains as the sorcerers looked at him with alarm. Kurama gave in to his bloodlust and malice that he kept in his heart. Apart from Naruto and the Old Man Rikudo Sennin, he distrusted humanity and thought little of them. And these ugly fuckers had validated everything he felt about humanity.

He had slaughtered his captors and broke free from the city that smelled like death and bad intentions. Drawing upon Natural Energy, he decided to introduce these fuckers to what a calamity he was. He had unleashed fire and twisters upon his foes and unleashed a Natural Energy infused Bujuudama that had created a catastrophic explosion; a sight that warmed his heart.

He did not look back at the carnage that he had caused as he gathered the chakra he had and began soaring through the air. He initiated the Six Paths Sage Mode and just kept flying and flying until they ended up in another place that resembled death and destruction; Valyria.

Kurama had smelled the scent of death and suffering in the ruins of the Valyrian Freehold. However, Kurama sensed so much more. He sensed the malice and bad intentions that once ruled this place. He could sense the screams, the torture, and the evil that had gone unchecked and unnoticed. It did not shock him that human beings were capable of such self-destruction.

However, he had no idea how this placed ended up being destroyed. Something happened, something very wrong had happened and this one fertile, powerful empire turned to ash over night. The ground was ruined and the water was undrinkable. Whatever destruction occurred had created some kind of ruinous fallout that would be difficult to fix. Kurama could sense strange energy that seemed to mutate and twist the land. This was not a place that he was interested in sticking around for.

After he had given back Naruto control of his body, he had urged him to do some exploring. This place known as Valyria was once a jewel of civilization. Kurama sensed there were ancient, powerful creatures that once soared through the skies. He could also sense that people used to travel these roads and frolic about. These structures they saw were large and grand, formed in the shape of some kind of creature that were now charred black.

They had entered many of these buildings and structures and found nothing of substance or worth. However, they did find one building that had access to things that were worthwhile. They had found armor with unique patterns and colors embedded into the metal. The metal that made up this armor was light and yet, surprisingly defensive and durable. And then there were the swords and daggers. They too had unique colors woven into the metal that gave it an incredible luster and shine. However, Naruto was surprised as to how sharp and defensively powerful the metal the was. He and Kurama had no qualms that they could not shatter it… but the metal proved to be unique.

It was at this point that Kurama had an idea of his own. In this new world, their chakra was limited and needed replenishing. They would regain their full power once more with time and patience. However, a challenge was now presented to him and he relished this new contest. This new world they had ended up in was saturated in an ancient energy that made him curious and also cringe at the same time. These weapons and armor they found indeed spoke of a powerful, warmongering civilization. Not only that, Kurama found bones that resembled large, winged creatures capable of unleashing intense flames. In a nutshell, this proved to him that this once mighty civilization found its horrible end through mysterious means. No civilization at the height of its power and peak is destroyed overnight. Something mysterious happened… and he was not interested in finding out what it was. The air was saturated with energy and he had come to a conclusion.

They would be unable to go back home. And though Kurama would miss his brethren, he knew that if he looked back, he would be lost. Old Man Rikudo would not want him wasting his time moping about the past. He would give Naruto time to grieve and mourn what could have been… and then he would set him on a new path.

Kurama had lived for more than a thousand years. Living for a thousand years means you pick up a thing or two. He had observed the power of Old Man Rikudo and his brother at their peak. He had seen the weapons they forged and created. And though the highs and lows of his life… he had acquired knowledge about the deeper mysteries of the world. Being alive for so long gave him the ability to acquire knowledge about many important things.

The best thing that he could do to honor Old Man Rikudo would be to impart knowledge and wisdom to the boy that he chose to bestow power on and put his faith and belief in. He owed it to the old man to see Naruto go on to live a good life… no matter the circumstances he found himself in. Instead of the path of Hokage, he would guide Naruto to a better path. He would ensure he would become a great and grand creator of the most powerful weapons to grace this world. With his knowledge and wisdom… he would make sure this Knucklehead etched his name in history as a protector of the innocent and fight for true justice. He no longer needed to be a killer, a mercenary, or an assassin. This world was a cesspool and it could use a man like Uzumaki Naruto to bring it to heel.

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One Year Later

One year had passed since their arrival to this new world known as Planetos. In that time, Kurama and Naruto gathered and sought knowledge and soaked as much as they could. Kurama was indeed right. Planetos was indeed a cesspool with a few pockets of good. There was much blood and chaos since the fall of the Valyrian Freehold and Kurama was disgusted by the things he had learned. The Elemental Nations were a paradise compared to Planetos.

Their first stop leaving the ruins of the Freehold was the city of Qohor. It was a place of sorcery and weird worship of things that made Kurama laugh and chuckle. However, Qohor was a place that had managed to survive the Dothraki, a race of savages and horse fuckers that unleashed death and destruction upon others once the Freehold had been destroyed. Qohor managed to repel the Dothraki with the help of the Unsullied, one of Essos' premier fighting forces that lived and breathed discipline and battle. Kurama had to laugh at these cocksuckers. There was no force on Planetos that could rival Naruto. He had seen children with more power in their fingernails than the Dothraki and the Unsullied held in their very bodies.

It was no secret that Kurama only loved and respected Naruto, his brethren, and Old Man Rikudo. And unlike Naruto, he was not really into negotiating with a bunch of fuckers who worshipped weird, psychotic things. He had convinced Naruto that there was a time for kindness and negotiation… and that was best left for men of honor and true kindness, not those who worshipped and practiced the dark arts. He swiftly and brutally dealt with the Unsullied as he shattered Qohor's gates and made his way inside. After wiping out many losers who refused to step aside… he had found the Blacksmiths of Qohor and made them spill their guts. Everything they knew about Blacksmithing and weapon making on Planetos… they imparted to Naruto.

And to top it off… Kurama had learned about Valyrian Steel and the supposed "secret" behind it. The fear of death made Qohor's top blacksmith spill his guts… and he was disgusted by the making of Valyrian Steel. Blood sacrifices were required to power those blades… and he would need to find alternatives. As a token of "appreciation", Kurama spared the light of the Blacksmith and gave him a Valyrian Steel sword that had a pommel in the shape of a lion. The man's eyes widened as the sword appeared out of thin air in his hands… but Kurama did not need it at all. He had plenty of Valyrian Steel swords that could be used for other purposes later.

Naruto and Kurama both walked out of Qohor with a swagger in their step as Kurama had decided where they would put down roots. First, Kurama wanted to pay the Dothraki a visit and teach them a lesson in what real destruction and chaos was. Oh he was a spoiled fox and he loved cutting loose. Naruto spoiled him a lot in that regard. They balanced each other out well. Naruto was better at diplomacy when he put his mind to it… and he enjoyed the art of crushing skulls and catching some bodies when needed.

There was one matter that Naruto remained stubborn about. In the past year, he had insisted on observing a woman with silver hair and watching over her. For some reason… he had a good feeling about the woman and felt a strange kinship and kindness towards her. He felt sorry for the woman and wanted to help her.

Kurama had no idea what to think about this woman. He disliked the woman's brother immediately; he felt the brother was nothing. However, this girl was someone that rubbed him the wrong way. She was innocent, kind, and sweet. And yet, he could sense great darkness and rage within the woman. If left unchecked… this rage could burn the world. If this rage was tamed, it could be used for good.

And that is why he would watch and observe her. If she could use her rage and pain to help others and work to build a better world… maybe she could be helped. If she was nothing but another run of the mill monster in disguise… he would finish her.

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Village in the North

In a small, quaint village deep in the North, Uzumaki Naruto stood in the Blacksmith's forge and was hammering away on a blade. To the naked and untrained eye, it was a simple blade. To a seasoned veteran, it was more than simple. Naruto had stopped making simple weapons since the day Kurama imparted his knowledge and wisdom to him.

He had no idea he would end up settling in this frozen wasteland that many people called home. He had ended up in a village that he had hoped would not draw the attention of those in power as he worked to carve out a new life. No longer did he have a dream of being Hokage. Now, his dreams were simple and sweet.

Life in the North was harsh and difficult. And yet, the people chose to wake up every day and endure all that life threw at them. All the people cared for was warm food and a place to call home as they toiled hard and worked to survive; sometimes survival was all that was needed.

At first, when he came to this quiet village, he refused to forge bonds with anyone. With the knowledge Kurama had imparted to him and the training he had undergone, he had combined his Shinobi Training and new skills with weapon making. This was his tribute to his former home and to friends who were now lost to time. Maybe Tenten would be watching from the Pure Lands with a smile on her face. She was Konoha's Weapon Specialist.

He had followed a strict routine in this new life of his. He woke up, exercised, ate, and worked at the forge. Day in and day out, he made iron bend to his will as he shaped the strong, powerful metal with precise strokes over and over into a work of art. At first, it was a simple blade he would make… and then, it went from simple to complex real fast.

Kurama and Naruto had decided on a hierarchy for the various swords that they would make together. The knowledge from the smiths of Qohor made up the first class of blades that Naruto would make; blades that were equivalent to or greater than Castle Forged Steel. The second class of blades was born from Kurama's knowledge and wisdom. These blades were imbued with the strength of the elements themselves; some could cut with the sharpness of wind, some were extremely defensive and durable, and some could even penetrate with ease like lightning. These blades could be fixed by the user's blood and were decorated with interesting patterns and colors. These blades were equivalent to any Valyrian Steel weapon in existence.

And finally came the third class. This class consisted of forging superweapons from scratch… or reforging existing weapons into titanic, lethal tools. This third class of weapons gave Kurama and Naruto the room to experiment with different pommels for the swords and exotic metals and ingredients to use. Kurama and Naruto had experimented a lot and came up with new toys that had the power to tear apart castles and the land with ease as chakra and exotic ingredients fueled these weapons.

Fuinjutsu was also a key ingredient for this class. The possibilities of that art were endless. Kurama thanked himself for listening to Old Man Rikudo. There were weaponsmiths in the Elemental Nations who had created the swords wielded by the Legendary Swordsman of the Mist… but those were nothing compared to what the Old Man Rikudo could do. His knowledge was celestial in nature befitting his own lineage. He once witnessed him carefully grab a meteor from space and heal himself with those particles. The way he forged and created his Treasured Tools was something special. He felt blessed and honored to gain knowledge from one of the few people he loved and respected.

Kurama and Naruto had created swords with the essence of powerful creatures sealed within them. Those swords drew upon the power of those creatures and the energies lying in their flesh and bones. With these weapons, Kurama had taken precautions. He and Naruto made these weapons in such a way that Summoning Contracts would be required to wield them. Not to mention they were protected by seals that judged worthiness. After all, these weapons would draw upon the user's life force to be used to its fullest ability. This was a failsafe they had worked into these weapons as Kurama would never allow fools to wield such power unchecked.

Apart from weaponry… armor was another interesting category they both were working on. This one was not an easy task as there were many failures and screw-ups. However, with repeated practice and understanding… They had some success. The first class of armor they had produced was armor that could resist castle-forged steel and the metal from their home world. This metal could also stand up to Valyrian Steel but not for long. Just like with the swords, this armor drew upon the wearer's life force and blood to be effective. Essentially, a bond would form between the armor and its wearer.

The second class of armor was more special. It would be designed to stand up to Valyrian Steel and even the elements. Not only that, it would boast heavy durability and defensive power. This armor also had special safeguards imbued into it to keep it from the unworthy. For the first time in a long while, Kurama was excited to be part of history.

The work they had been doing had attracted a loyal crowd of villagers who happily watched them work in awe. With the amounts of weapons made… Naruto had decided to gift some to the village guards for free as a token of brotherhood and goodwill. Many other blades were instead sold for a hefty sum… and the gold acquired was used to help fund the village. Weapons and Armor was not the only things that were on Kurama's mind.

This world was bereft of many of the modern conveniences that Naruto enjoyed back home. However, that was no reason to not make things better. With the knowledge he possessed, Kurama could make larger and better Glass Gardens that would allow for various types of fruits and vegetables to grow year-round in the North, something that was thought to be an impossibility. One of the most versatile vegetables, the humble potato, was sure to become a big hit in the North as you could do so much with a potato.

Apart from food and crops, new roads could be made and improvements to old roads could be done. Old Man Rikudo had given Kurama knowledge that was priceless. Stronger castles and structures could be made. With Naruto's chakra, life force, vitality and his power, their new home could become something special.

The one thing that Kurama felt happy about was that Naruto was moving on from his painful past. He would no longer have to be a Shinobi, a mercenary, or an assassin for anyone. He could live a better life, fall in love, have a family of his own and die in peace. Neither of them would ever be hunted again by supernatural beings and powerhouses. There was nothing on this new planet that could harm them… and if someone got any bright ideas, he would personally welcome them to hell.

The day was winding down as Naruto sat down to a hearty meal as he savored each and every bite. It was not Ramen… but it was still tasty. Naruto had found brotherhood in this new community he was a part off. When he was not working in the forge… he would be busy regaling the youth with tales of the past and sometimes showing off what he had made. The merchants who visited the village helped Naruto to sell many of the blades he had made. However, the superweapons were kept under guard and protected.

Kurama knew that selling these weapons was only a matter of time before others got curious. Sooner or later, he expected the noble Ned Stark to come knocking on his door, inquiring about these weapons. And soon enough, the other greedy and ambitious lords of the North would come knocking. Not to mention the people in the South who would desire this power for themselves.

Kurama had done his research about Westeros. He did not like what he learned. Dragons used to rule Westeros… and the Targaryens, their masters, did some fucked up things. He was not shocked to see their empire crumble. He did feel a little sorry for the children that died. He was not surprised to hear about the new king walking over their corpses to sit on the Iron Throne.

Kurama knew another war would come. There was no way that the survivors who went into hiding would live on the sidelines, swallowing their bloody tears and doing nothing about avenging their pain. There was a lot of pain and hurt on both sides. Kurama shook his head. He hated this world already and hated the cunts that lived within it.

First, there was Robert Baratheon, a fat fuck who was obsessed with the surviving Targaryens. Then there was Tywin Lannister, who Kurama personally would wipe out if he turned his attention towards Naruto. Men like Tywin Lannister just wanted to be feared and creatures like Kurama enjoyed tearing apart monsters like that. Then there was Dorne… who was plotting and scheming in the shadows.

However, there was one thing that gave Kurama pause. The silver-haired woman he found in Essos… Naruto insisted on leaving something for her. He shook his head at that sentiment. Naruto had left behind a weapon for her to find… and this troubled Kurama. That girl was one of the few survivors of a shattered dynasty. She had been beaten, tortured, raped, and endured different kinds of hell. That girl had trauma written on her bones and she needed help to combat these demons. A weapon in the hands of a person like that was concerning for him. However, Naruto was his loveable brother… and his brother always had a good feeling about certain kinds of people.

In the end it mattered not. Kurama had a new purpose in life and it was to help Uzumaki Naruto grow and become a better man and find happiness in life. It was his job to protect him and no matter who decides to mess with them… be it a Lannister or a White Walker, Kurama would kill them.

He would kill them all.

Chapter End

This is the first chapter everyone. Please read and review generously. I hope you all enjoy it. This story has been inspired by Dragonrise's Celestial Forge story, which is a glorious story. I look forward to reading your ideas and suggestions on weapons and armor.

Stay safe and well wishes to you all. Hug your loved ones and spend time with them. We have no idea how long we have. Enjoy the holidays and I hope you all have a great 2025. See you all in a new update.