A/N
Hello and welcome to a new story! I was initially hesitant to post this since Season 2 just came out, but this draft has been in the works for a few months it just needed a lot of polishing. After discussing it with some kind gentlemen in grumpy's discord server, we now have a polished and improved version.
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Now, before we begin, Naruto will be born into this universe. He won't have chakra, but he will possess a unique power that works in a similar way. This will become clearer as the story progresses and the first arc is completed. it's essentially an OOC Naruto with his appearance and some personality traits intact.
This first chapter was originally 5k words, but I decided to focus more on building the world and showcasing the characters interacting with one another. I feel this way adds more depth to the story and provides more context.
Just to clarify, this story is strictly a single pairing - Naruto X Jinx
Now, let's begin.
Chapter 1 – Shattered Dreams Act 1
The Uzumaki estate was filled with the soft sounds of laughter and light conversation, the evening sun casting a warm glow over the finely decorated sitting room. Cassandra Kiramman sat beside her friend, Kushina Uzumaki, who was softly cradling her round belly, her face glowing with the gentle warmth of impending motherhood. Cassandra's daughter, young Caitlyn, was sitting cross legged on the floor, her bright, inquisitive eyes fixated on Kushina's belly with open fascination.
"Is there really a baby in there?" Caitlyn asked, her voice filled with the wonder only a five year old could possess.
Kushina laughed, as she reached down, gently patting her stomach she nodded. "There is, Caitlyn. A little boy who will be here very soon. You'll get to meet him soon enough."
Caitlyn's eyes widened with excitement, her gaze shifting from Kushina's belly to her mother. "I'm going to be his friend. I'll show him how to play and we'll go on adventures!"
Cassandra chuckled, placing a gentle hand on Caitlyn's shoulder. "I'm sure he'll be very lucky to have you as a friend, Caitlyn."
Just then, the door opened, and Minato stepped into the room, his presence both calm and confident. Beside him was Tobias Kiramman, his good friend and Cassandra's husband, followed by a young Jayce Talis, who was carrying a small leather pouch with a careful grip. Jayce, just fourteen years old, had a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his expression, his eyes filled with ambition and curiosity. Tobias had recently taken him on as the boys sponsor, recognizing the spark of genius within him, and even Minato, who admired the boy's potential, could not help but feel captivated by the young inventor's vision.
"Kushina," Minato greeted his wife warmly, his eyes softening as he took in her form, so close to bringing their child into the world. He crossed the room to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before glancing down at Caitlyn, who was still looking intently at Kushina's belly. "Making new friends already?" he asked with a smile.
Caitlyn nodded, grinning as she declared, "I'm going to be his best friend!"
Kushina laughed, patting Caitlyn's head affectionately. "He's going to need a friend like you, Caitlyn. I'm sure of it."
Minato exchanged a fond look with Kushina, then turned back to Tobias and Jayce. "Shall we?" he said, motioning toward the office down the hall. The three of them made their way out of the sitting room and into Minato's office, where they could discuss Jayce's latest project in privacy.
As they settled in, Jayce carefully placed the leather pouch on Minato's desk, his hands slightly trembling as he opened it to reveal a small, glowing blue crystal. The crystal shimmered with an otherworldly light, casting strange shadows across the room as it pulsed softly. Minato and Tobias exchanged a glance, both of them intrigued by the crystal's beauty and potential.
Jayce's eyes shone with a mixture of pride and ambition as he looked up at his patrons. "This… this crystal could change everything," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "If we could harness its power, it could usher in a new era. Energy like this… it could light the entire city, power machines beyond our wildest dreams. It's the future."
Minato studied the crystal, his expression both curious and cautious. He understood Jayce's excitement there was something undeniably compelling about the crystal, something that hinted at unimaginable power. But he also knew the dangers of rushing into unknown territory, of pursuing power without fully understanding its consequences.
"It's impressive, Jayce," Minato said thoughtfully, his gaze shifting from the crystal to the young inventor. "But we need to be careful. These crystals aren't easy to understand. They have a way of… corrupting everything they touch. The risk might be greater than the reward."
Tobias nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "He's right, Jayce. Power like this comes with its own price. We can't rush into it."
Jayce's face fell slightly, disappointment flickering across his features, but he quickly regained his composure. "I know it's dangerous. But if we could just study it, learn its properties… maybe we could find a way to control it. Think of the possibilities!"
Minato smiled, recognizing the spark of hope and ambition in Jayce's eyes. He admired the boy's drive and potential, the way he looked at the world with such boundless optimism. Tobias had seen that potential too. But Minato felt a sense of responsibility to guide him with caution, to make sure he understood the dangers as well as the possibilities.
"There's wisdom in patience, Jayce," Minato said gently. "In time, with the right resources and guidance, perhaps you'll find a way to use this power safely. But don't let ambition blind you to the risks. Power without understanding can lead to disaster."
Jayce's shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded, absorbing Minato's words. He looked down at the crystal, his fingers brushing against its smooth surface as he whispered, "I just… I want to make something meaningful. Something that will change lives."
Tobias placed a reassuring hand on Jayce's shoulder. "And you will, Jayce. You have a mind that's capable of great things. But Minato's right approach it with care."
Minato gave him an encouraging smile. "Remember, the best inventions are the ones that serve people, that make their lives better without putting them in harm's way. Keep that in mind, and I have no doubt you'll achieve something remarkable."
Jayce looked up, gratitude filling his gaze as he met Minato's eyes. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
As they concluded their discussion, Minato placed a hand on Jayce's shoulder, feeling a strange sense of kinship with the young inventor. He understood that drive, the desire to make a difference. And though Jayce's path might be dangerous, he hoped that with the right guidance, he would be able to harness his talents for the betterment of Piltover.
They left the office and returned to the sitting room, Kushina looked up, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she watched them enter. She could sense the ambition in Jayce, the way he held himself with a determination beyond his years, and she couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future of Piltover. Perhaps, one day, her own child would be inspired by minds like Jayce's, guided by people like Minato and Tobias, and together, they would build a brighter future.
Caitlyn, who had waited patiently, tugged on Jayce's sleeve, her young face bright with curiosity. "What's that shiny thing you have?" she asked, pointing to the crystal in his hands.
Jayce knelt down, holding the crystal out so she could see its glow. "This, Caitlyn, is something that could make the world a better place… someday."
Caitlyn's eyes widened with awe as she stared at the crystal, and she looked up at him with a smile. "I think you're going to do something amazing."
Jayce smiled back, the encouragement of those around him bolstering his spirit. As they stood together, a quiet understanding passed between them a sense that they were part of something bigger, something that held the potential to change the world.
Some days later, Minato paced back and forth outside the room, his heart racing with a mixture of worry and hope. Inside, Kushina lay on a bed, her face pale, her breaths shallow but steady as she fought through labor. Tobias and Cassandra had stayed close, their hands clasped tightly together as they watched with concern.
In a corner of the room, Jayce clutched his small, leather pouch, the faint glow of the blue crystal inside casting shadows across his face. The energy of the crystal had always fascinated him, but tonight, it seemed to pulse with a mysterious energy, reacting to something unseen yet deeply felt.
After what seemed like hours, a faint, weak cry pierced the silence. The room held its collective breath as the midwife wrapped the newborn in a soft cloth, carrying him to Kushina. But the atmosphere remained heavy, something was terribly wrong.
Minato's heart sank as he looked at his son, who lay in Kushina's arms without moving, his small chest barely rising and falling. The midwife whispered softly, her expression sad as she looked at the family, not wanting to voice the worry on everyone's mind, the child was barely clinging to life.
Kushina cradled her child close, her hand gently stroking his small face, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. She fought to keep her composure, but the quiet room felt like an eternity of waiting, each heartbeat aching with uncertainty. hiss silence, pale skin, the way he lay motionless in her arms it was almost too much to bear.
Minato knelt by her side, his hand resting on her shoulder as he struggled to find words. He was at a loss, a helplessness settling over him that he had never felt before. His mind raced, searching for a solution, but nothing came. His heart ached as he looked at the tiny form of his son, the one who he had imagined would grow strong and vibrant, and yet here he was, barely holding on.
In the dimly lit room, Jayce's crystal began to glow, its light flickering softly before growing brighter, pulsing in a steady rhythm that seemed to match the faint, struggling heartbeat of the newborn. Jayce felt the energy of the crystal course through his hand, and as he looked Minato's son, an idea began to form in his mind.
He looked up, meeting Minato's gaze, a silent plea in his eyes as he slowly held the crystal out toward him. Minato's eyes widened, his first instinct to refuse, a shake of his head conveying his reluctance. But as he glanced down at Kushina, saw the pain and helplessness in her expression, he realized that he couldn't stand by and do nothing. His son's life depended on him, and this might be his only chance.
Minato took a deep breath, his hand reaching out hesitantly as he grasped the crystal from Jayce. It glowed even brighter in his hand, the blue light casting a magical hue over the room as he held it close to Naruto, letting it rest just above his tiny hands. He felt its warmth radiating, an energy that was both calming and powerful, as if the crystal held a life of its own.
Kushina looked up, her eyes meeting Minato's as she nodded, her own hope rekindled. With one final glance, he lowered the crystal, allowing it to rest in his tiny, delicate hand. The crystal's light grew even brighter, filling the room with a serene, ethereal glow, and to everyone's surprise, his small fingers closed around it, gripping it with a surprising strength.
For a moment, the room went silent. All eyes were on the baby, his tiny form now bathed in the crystal's light, his fragile body seeming to absorb its energy. Then, as if in response, the crystal began to fade, its glow dimming slowly as it transferred its essence into the newborn. A hush fell over the room as the crystal finally returned to its original state, its light completely gone.
And then, a miracle.
His's eyes fluttered open, a pair of bright, vibrant blue eyes staring up at his mother and father, the same hue as the crystal's glow moments before. His small chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his colour returning, his strength increasing. And then, as if answering the silent prayers of everyone in the room, he let out a strong, clear cry that filled the space with a new, radiant energy.
Kushina's face broke into a tearful smile, her heart swelling with relief and joy as she held her son close, her fingers gently stroking his small, warm face. Minato felt his own heart lighten, an indescribable sense of awe filling him as he took in the sight of his son, alive and healthy.
Tobias, Cassandra, and Jayce watched in stunned silence, each of them marvelling at the sight. The blue crystal, now resting in Jayce's hands once again, appeared as ordinary as ever, yet all of them knew something extraordinary had just happened something that defied explanation. The crystal's light had faded, but Naruto's life had been rekindled, a miraculous gift that none of them could fully understand.
Minato looked at each of them, his face serious yet grateful. He gently placed a hand on Kushina's shoulder as he spoke, his voice filled with resolve. "What happened here tonight… it can't leave this room. No one can know what we've witnessed."
Everyone in the room nodded, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They knew that this moment, this miracle, was something beyond comprehension, something they would carry with them in silence.
As they watched Kushina wrapped the baby up in a soft blanket, her face with relief and happiness, each of them felt the weight of that secret settle over them. They didn't understand the power of the crystal, the connection it had created with the newborn child, but they knew that his life was something precious, something touched by a force they couldn't explain.
Kushina held him close, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as she whispered, "Welcome to the world, Naruto." Her voice was filled with love, a promise of the life she would give him, a life she had nearly lost but now held fiercely in her arms.
Minato looked down at his son, his eyes meeting Naruto's bright, crystal blue gaze, he felt a powerful sense of destiny settle over him. This child, their son, was destined for something greater than any of them could imagine. In his small, steady heartbeat, Minato felt the beginning of something extraordinary.
11 Years Later
The sun rose over Piltover, casting a warm, golden light over the sprawling city. The streets bustled with life, from merchants setting up their stalls to inventors hurrying to their workshops, eager to bring their visions of progress to life. The towering spires of Piltover gleamed in the morning light, a testament to the city's ambition and innovation.
In the heart of Piltover's wealthy district, the Uzumaki estate stood as a proud symbol of prosperity and tradition. The mansion was grand, yet inviting, surrounded by well-kept gardens, and guarded by a wrought iron gate that bore the Uzumaki family crest. Inside, the household was just beginning to stir.
Eleven year old Naruto Uzumaki awoke to the smell of breakfast wafting through the air, and a lazy grin spread across his face. He loved mornings, especially here, where everything felt safe and warm. There was no better way to start the day than with his family around him.
Naruto bounced out of bed, tugging on his clothes, and making a mess of his hair in the process. By the time he dashed into the dining room, his mother, Kushina, was setting a large platter of food on the table. She smiled as he barrelled into the room, full of energy.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased, ruffling his messy blond hair.
"Good morning, Mom!" Naruto replied, grinning. "It smells amazing!"
At the other end of the table, Minato, his father, looked up from a morning paper, offering Naruto a warm smile. "I don't know where you get all that energy this early, Naruto. You must have something special in your blood."
Naruto laughed, taking his usual spot at the table. "Or maybe it's just all the good food Mom makes."
Kushina beamed, taking her seat as they began their breakfast. The three of them shared stories, jokes, and plans for the day, filling the room with laughter and warmth. Minato discussed some of the recent projects he was overseeing at the research Institute, where he worked closely with Caitlyn's father.
The Uzumaki's and the Kirammans were more than just business partners, they were dear friends. Their families often hosted gatherings together, and Naruto had grown up alongside Caitlyn Kiramman, who was a few years older than him. While Caitlyn was sharp, disciplined, and mature for her age, Naruto brought out a playful side in her, and she treated him with the affection of a protective older sister.
As breakfast ended, Naruto prepared for another day at the academy, where he was learning everything from history and science to combat training. Though he sometimes found the studies tedious, he adored the excitement of learning about the world and experimenting with new gadgets. Today was special, he and Caitlyn had planned to meet after classes for some target practice, something she was helping him improve on.
Later that day at the Academy, Naruto found himself in the middle of a lecture on Piltover's history, his attention drifting toward the open window. His thoughts wandered to his plans with Caitlyn, and he tapped his foot impatiently, eager for the day to move along. The professor's voice faded into the background as Naruto's mind filled with images of him besting Caitlyn in a shooting match, earning her begrudging approval.
The moment the lecture ended, Naruto was the first to dash out, his classmates laughing at his eagerness. He hurried toward the training grounds, where Caitlyn was already waiting, her stance poised and her gaze sharp as she lined up a target.
Caitlyn turned as she heard Naruto's footsteps, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Finally, thought you'd never make it," she teased, lifting her practice rifle. "Are you ready to lose, little brother?"
Naruto crossed his arms, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, Cait, I've been practicing. You won't beat me so easily this time!"
She chuckled and handed him a practice rifle, guiding him into position. "We'll see about that. Just remember, steady hands, focus on your breathing, and keep both eyes open."
They took turns shooting, Caitlyn's precision remarkable as always, while Naruto's shots, though improving, were still scattered. Caitlyn corrected him patiently, adjusting his stance and grip, and Naruto listened intently, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.
In these moments, Naruto felt the strong bond he shared with Caitlyn her guidance, her patience, and her protective nature all reminded him of family. She teased him, but she also cared deeply, always watching over him, perhaps more than he realized.
After a few more rounds, Naruto managed to hit the target dead-center. He whooped with delight, and Caitlyn laughed, giving him a congratulatory clap on the back. "Not bad, Naruto. Maybe you're finally catching up to me."
"Give me a little more time, and I'll be even better than you!" Naruto declared, his blue eyes gleaming with determination.
They spent the rest of the afternoon laughing, practicing, and talking about dreams and aspirations. Caitlyn shared her hopes of making Piltover a better, safer place. Naruto listened intently, inspired by her vision but also eager to find his own purpose. He knew his parents wanted him to become a force of good, just as the Uzumakis had always been, but he also sensed that his path might be something even he hadn't discovered yet.
When Naruto returned home that evening, he found his parents in the study, working on what looked like a complex engineering project. Intrigued, he peeked over their shoulders, watching as Minato carefully secured a collection of blue crystals into a locked metal case. The crystals were beautiful, glowing faintly in the dim light of the study, and they seemed to radiate with an unearthly energy.
"What are those, Dad?" Naruto asked, captivated by the strange, shimmering stones.
Minato smiled, locking the case, and placing it in a reinforced cabinet. "These, Naruto, are called Hex Crystals. They're very rare and very powerful. Your mother and I are working on a project to understand them better, but they need to be handled with great care."
Kushina gave Naruto a gentle warning look. "These crystals hold an incredible amount of energy, Naruto, but they can also be very dangerous if not handled properly. We keep them locked up for a reason, okay? They're part of our work, but they're not toys."
Naruto nodded, absorbing their words but still entranced by the crystal's ethereal beauty. He understood that his parents' work was important, and though he didn't fully grasp its significance, he respected the trust they placed in him to keep these secrets safe.
After dinner, they spent the evening together, laughing and sharing stories. Minato told Naruto about his engineering marvels, and Kushina shared tales from her adventurous youth. The house felt alive, filled with warmth and the comforting hum of familial love, and Naruto went to bed that night feeling like the luckiest boy in the world.
Naruto moved briskly through the Academy halls, enjoying the energy of the bustling students around him. His day was packed with lessons, training, and the occasional break to explore the Academy's many hidden corners. But even here, he could feel eyes on him a curious, probing stare he'd become all too familiar with.
As he turned a corner, he saw Jayce Talis waiting by one of the grand archways, a spark of recognition flashing in his eyes when he spotted Naruto. Jayce was holding a leather notebook, his fingers tapping it rhythmically as if he was eagerly awaiting something.
"Hey, Naruto!" Jayce called out, stepping into his path with a smile.
Naruto's instinct was to make a quick escape. He knew Jayce was talented, driven, and brilliant, but he also had a habit of digging into things Naruto preferred to leave undisturbed. For as long as he could remember, Jayce's attention had been unnervingly fixed on him, especially when it came to anything unusual.
"Can we talk? Just for a minute?" Jayce asked, his tone casual but his eyes alight with the unmistakable spark of curiosity.
Naruto hesitated, giving Jayce a polite but firm grin. "Not today, Jayce. I'm in a bit of a rush."
Jayce's brow furrowed, clearly disappointed but not deterred. "Come on, it's just a quick question about… well, it's about your energy. Have you ever noticed anything strange when—"
Naruto cut him off with a laugh, backing away. "Yeah, you know, people ask me that all the time." He winked, giving a light hearted shrug before he continued down the hall.
Jayce stayed rooted in place, his hand tightening around his notebook as he watched Naruto disappear. This was hardly the first time Naruto had brushed him off, and Jayce couldn't shake the feeling that there was something to be understood here, something just out of reach. Naruto was a mystery to him, he had an unexplainable strength, a sense of purpose, and that sharp, blue eyed gaze that seemed almost… otherworldly.
But Naruto himself seemed oblivious to any of it. No one had told him what had happened the day he was born. No one had told him how his very life had been tied to the blue crystal, or how it had pulsed in tandem with his heartbeat as he took his first breath. The truth lay buried in the memories of a select few, in the quiet pact of secrecy that bound Minato, Kushina, Tobias, Cassandra, Caitlyn and Jayce.
For Naruto, the mystery was left unexplored. The crystal, the silence surrounding his birth, the strange looks from Jayce these were curiosities he didn't dwell on. He was a kid at the Academy with plenty on his mind, a life full of training, friendships, and learning.
As he reached the Academy's training ground, Naruto exhaled, stretching out under a tree and letting the sunlight filter down through the leaves.
The instructor quickly started the lesson, picking students to go over hand to hand combat, and Naruto was in the centre of it all, facing off against a senior student almost twice his size. His bright blue eyes were focused, and his body moved with a natural rhythm and speed that impressed even the instructors.
As the larger student swung a punch, Naruto ducked and spun to the side, then countered with a swift strike to his opponent's ribs. The older boy stumbled back, clutching his side, while the other students cheered. Naruto's movements were fluid and precise, surprising for someone his age. It was clear to everyone watching that he was talented a potential prodigy in the making.
The instructor stepped forward, clapping a hand on Naruto's shoulder with a look of approval. "If you keep training like this, Naruto, you might just be Piltover's next great enforcer," he said, nodding with pride. "Maybe even the new Sheriff someday."
Naruto grinned, exhilarated by the praise. "I'd like that," he said, catching his breath. The idea of protecting people, of being someone they could rely on, filled him with purpose. It felt right.
As the training session ended, Naruto noticed his father, Minato, standing nearby, watching with a proud but thoughtful expression. Naruto jogged over, still buzzing from the workout.
"Hey, Dad! Did you see me out there?" Naruto asked excitedly, his cheeks flushed with energy.
Minato smiled warmly, nodding. "I did. You're getting better every day. Reminds me a bit of myself when I was younger."
Naruto's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Can you teach me some new moves?"
Minato chuckled, then motioned for Naruto to follow him. They moved to a more secluded part of the training area, where Minato slipped out of his coat, revealing a lean but muscular build that hinted at his past as a skilled fighter.
"Alright, Naruto," Minato began, raising his fists in a ready stance. "I may be out of active duty now, but back in my day, I was one of Piltover's best. Being an enforcer isn't just about brute strength, it's about control, precision, and timing. Let me show you."
He demonstrated a series of rapid punches and fluid movements, weaving in and out of an invisible opponent's reach. His speed and elegance were mesmerizing, and Naruto watched with wide eyes, taking in every detail.
"Try it," Minato said, stepping back to let Naruto take his place.
Naruto imitated his father's movements, his form a little rough but impressively close. Minato offered corrections, adjusting Naruto's stance and reminding him to keep his movements smooth and deliberate. After several attempts, Naruto began to feel the rhythm of the techniques, his strikes growing sharper and more precise.
"You're a natural, Naruto," Minato said, pride evident in his voice. "If you keep this up, you really could become one of our finest."
Naruto beamed, but his curiosity was piqued by something else he'd noticed in the study earlier that morning. "Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, son."
"When I was in your study this morning, I saw these blueprints for some kind of weapon. What are those?"
Minato's expression shifted, a mix of admiration and thoughtfulness crossing his face. He reached into his coat and pulled out a folded piece of parchment the same blueprints Naruto had noticed. He spread them out on a nearby table, revealing detailed sketches of mechanical weapons, intricate gears, and energy conduits all centering around a powerful core.
"These," Minato explained, tapping the blueprint, "are the work of Jayce, he came to me with these designs, hoping for some guidance."
Naruto peered at the designs with fascination. "What kind of power do they use?"
Minato hesitated, his gaze lingering on the sketched crystals in the center of each weapon. "These weapons… they would be powered by the same crystals your mother and I keep locked in our study. The hex crystals."
Naruto's brow furrowed. "those crystals dangerous?"
"Yes," Minato replied, looking up at the sky as if pondering something far beyond his reach. "They are dangerous and unstable. But they also hold incredible potential. If we could harness their power safely, without causing harm… we could change the world. Imagine a future where energy and power are accessible to everyone, where technology and progress reach every corner of society."
Naruto followed his father's gaze, looking out over the shining city of Piltover. The skyline was beautiful, a symbol of progress and prosperity. But as Naruto's eyes wandered lower, he noticed the faint, hazy outline of Zaun the city below Piltover, shrouded in smoke and shadows.
"Why don't we go down there?" Naruto asked, his voice tinged with genuine curiosity. "If we have all this power and progress up here, why don't we help them too?"
Minato's smile faded slightly, and he placed a gentle hand on Naruto's shoulder. "It's… complicated, Naruto. The world up here is different from the world below. Zaun is a place of hardship and survival. The people there… they've been left behind in many ways."
"Do you think we could ever live together?" Naruto asked, his young voice hopeful. "Could Piltover and Zaun ever be one?"
Minato looked down at his son, the brightness of Naruto's optimism reminding him of his own dreams in his youth. "One day," he said quietly, almost to himself, "I'd like to see that. A world of peace, where there's no fighting between Piltover and Zaun. Where everyone has the same opportunities, no matter where they're born."
Naruto's eyes remained fixed on the distant skyline of Zaun, a place he had never visited but was already beginning to feel connected to in some small, unexplainable way.
"I think I'd like to see that too, Dad," Naruto said softly. "I'll follow that dream, and one day, I'll make it happen. I'll bring peace to everyone, and no one will be left behind."
Minato looked at Naruto, a mixture of pride and surprise crossing his face. He ruffled Naruto's hair, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "You're still just a kid, Naruto. There's plenty of time to worry about dreams like that. For now, just keep having fun, okay?"
Naruto grinned, his determination undiminished. "But I am having fun! And besides, I want to know what the world is like down there. How can I protect everyone if I don't understand where they come from?"
Minato's expression softened, and he knelt down to meet Naruto at eye level. "You have a big heart, Naruto. And I'm proud of you for that. Just remember, bringing people together isn't always as simple as it seems. But if anyone can find a way… maybe it's you."
Naruto nodded, his young mind already brimming with visions of a united world, where Zaun and Piltover weren't divided by wealth, technology, or power. He wanted to be the one who made that happen, the bridge between the two cities.
Minato folded up the blueprints and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Alright, future enforcer let's get back to training. You've got a lot to learn if you're going to protect both Piltover and Zaun."
The rest of the afternoon passed with Minato guiding Naruto through new techniques, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Naruto was determined, driven by the weight of his newfound dream, his punches and kicks fuelled by a resolve far deeper than his father had seen before.
After a couple of hours, the pair started walking towards the Uzumaki mansion that stood proudly under the moonlight, its grand facade illuminated by the soft glow of street lamps. Inside, the house was alive with the sounds of quiet laughter, warmth radiating from every corner. The dinner table was still set, remnants of the evening's meal spread across it as the family shared stories of their day. Naruto, his heart still buzzing from the training session with his father, eagerly recounted every moment of his times with Caitlyn, filling the room with his excitement.
Kushina leaned back, smiling fondly as she listened to her son's animated storytelling, while Minato chuckled, pride evident in his gaze.
"It sounds like you're ready to take on the world, Naruto," Kushina teased, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.
"I am, Mom! Dad taught me so many cool moves today! I'll be the best enforcer Piltover's ever had, and I'll make sure everyone's safe. Even the people down in Zaun," Naruto declared, his eyes bright with determination.
Minato and Kushina exchanged a quick glance, both touched and amused by Naruto's earnest dreams.
"Well," Minato said, ruffling Naruto's hair, "if anyone has the heart to make that happen, it's you."
They lingered for a while longer, sharing stories and laughter, basking in the warmth of their close family. Eventually, Naruto's eyelids began to droop, and Kushina gently guided him toward his room.
"Goodnight, Naruto," she whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Dad," Naruto mumbled, already half-asleep as he nestled into his bed.
Inside the mansion, the warmth of family had only recently faded as Naruto had retired for the night, still basking in the quiet happiness of their evening together.
But in the dark streets beyond, shadows lurked. A group of rough figures crept closer to the Uzumaki home, their eyes gleaming with greed and impatience. These men were not ordinary thieves, they were hardened and desperate, willing to take risks to claim what they believed was a jackpot.
They slipped through the unlocked windows, moving like silent phantoms. One by one, they spread through the house until they found their way to the heart of the Uzumaki home, the living room, where Kushina and Minato had stayed up late, reviewing some blueprints and notes for upcoming projects.
Kushina looked up, startled, as the figures stepped into the light. "Who are you?" she demanded, standing protectively beside Minato.
"Shut it," snarled one of the robbers, a thin, wiry man with a cruel grin. "We know who you are, Uzumaki's. We know you're loaded. Give us all your valuables, and no one has to get hurt."
Minato raised his hands calmly, his eyes sharp and calculating as he took in the number of intruders. "We don't want any trouble," he said, his voice steady. "Take what you need, and leave us in peace."
But the thieves were unsatisfied. "We know you've got more than you're showing," said a large man looming behind Minato, holding his arm in an iron grip to keep him from moving. "We're gonna tear this place apart if we have to."
Minato exchanged a quick, tense glance with Kushina, who was glaring defiantly at the intruders. As she met her husband's eyes, an unspoken understanding passed between them. This was not just a simple robbery, these men were after something specific. And she had a dreadful feeling she knew what it was.
Unseen by the intruders, Naruto had awoken to the muffled sounds of voices and footsteps below. He slipped out of bed, curiosity piqued but also wary, sensing that something was wrong. As he made his way down the stairs, he caught sight of the scene unfolding in the living room.
From behind the cracked door, Naruto's eyes widened in horror as he saw his parent's held hostage. His mother was defiant, standing tall despite the danger, while his father, restrained by the large man, looked ready to pounce the moment he saw an opening.
Naruto's heart raced, his mind scrambling to process what he was witnessing. His parents were in danger, and these intruders were threatening them. He felt a surge of anger, fear, and determination a desperate urge to do something.
One of the intruders, a man with quick, twitchy hands and a glint of greed in his eyes, spotted the cabinet holding a few unstable crystals. He strode over, peering through the glass at the faintly glowing stones within.
"What do we have here?" he muttered, breaking open the cabinet with a crowbar. He reached in, grabbing one of the crystals and holding it up to the light. The glow reflected in his eyes, his expression one of awe and greed.
Kushina's eyes widened in terror as she saw him handling the crystal. "Put that down!" she shouted, straining against her own captor's grip. "You have no idea what you're dealing with! Those crystals are dangerous!"
The man holding the crystal glanced at her dismissively, an arrogant sneer twisting his lips. "Oh, I think we know exactly what we're dealing with, lady. These little stones look like they'll fetch quite the price."
Before Kushina could respond, one of the intruders stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face, sending her stumbling back.
"Enough out of you," he spat. "We don't need your advice."
Minato's eyes flared with rage as he watched Kushina fall, struggling against the brute holding him. "Get your hands off her!" he shouted, his voice raw with fury. But the large man only tightened his grip, holding him in place with brutal strength.
The thief holding the crystal began tossing it into the air and catching it, playing with it as if it were a toy. "Look at this," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "They're just little rocks. And they're worth a fortune!"
Naruto's hands clenched into fists as he watched his mother being struck and his father restrained. His young mind burned with rage, and without a second thought, he turned and ran toward his father's training room, where Minato kept a baton from his days as an enforcer.
The baton felt solid and comforting in his hand as he ran back to the living room. He didn't have a plan he only knew he couldn't let these men hurt his parents any longer.
Bursting into the room, he pointed the baton at the intruders, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. "Leave my mom and dad alone!" he shouted, his young voice defiant.
The thieves turned to him, momentarily stunned by the sight of a child standing in their way. The man juggling the crystal laughed, catching the crystal in his hand one last time.
"Oh, look at this. The kid wants to play hero," he sneered.
Naruto didn't hesitate. He hurled the baton directly at the man's hand, aiming to knock the crystal out of his grasp. The baton struck true, hitting the thief's wrist and causing him to fumble the crystal.
Time seemed to slow as the crystal slipped from his fingers, tumbling through the air toward the floor.
Kushina's and Minato's eyes widened with horror, and in that split second, they locked eyes with Naruto.
"Run! Naruto!" they both shouted, their voices filled with desperate urgency.
Naruto's body froze for an instant, but instinct took over. He turned, bolting toward the doorway just as the crystal hit the floor...
The moment the crystal struck the ground, a massive explosion erupted, filling the room with blinding light and violent force. The sound was deafening, an all consuming roar that shattered the air and sent shards of glass and debris flying in every direction. The heat and energy blasted through the walls, tearing apart everything in its path.
Naruto was thrown forward by the force of the explosion, his small body propelled through the broken window. His head struck the ground outside, a sharp, jarring impact that filled his vision with stars before everything faded into darkness. His body rolled down the sloped grounds of the estate, bruised and battered, until he finally came to a stop near the entrance to a sewer tunnel.
In his last moments of consciousness, Naruto caught one final, fragmented glimpse of his home, now engulfed in flames, before darkness claimed him completely.
The Uzumaki mansion was nothing but rubble, the once grand home reduced to smoldering ruins. The explosion had been devastating, leaving no trace of the life that had once filled those walls with laughter and love. The night was silent, save for the crackling of flames and the faint, distant sounds of the city.
Hours passed, the world oblivious to the tragedy that had unfolded. And near the entrance to the sewers, lying unconscious and broken, Naruto was alone, the last remaining piece of the Uzumaki legacy.
The next morning as the sun rose over Piltover, casting long shadows over the city's gleaming spires and bustling streets. But a somber air hung over the affluent district where the Uzumaki mansion once stood. The grand home, which had been a place of warmth, laughter, and unity, was now a charred ruin, a tragic reminder of the horrors that had occurred the night before.
City enforcers and investigators picked through the wreckage, searching for any clues about the events that led to the explosion. Word of the tragedy spread quickly, and the residents of Piltover mourned the loss of Minato and Kushina Uzumaki, two of their city's most beloved and influential figures. But the mystery of their young son, Naruto, lingered heavily. There were no remains found matching Naruto's description. It was as if he had vanished from the world, leaving nothing but questions in his wake.
At the Kiramman estate, the usually composed household was in a state of grief and confusion. Caitlyn, young but already sharp minded and passionate, was at a loss. She had grown up with Naruto as her closest friend, treating him like the younger brother she'd never had. Losing him felt like losing a part of herself. She sat in her room, clutching a small photograph of the two of them, her heart aching with unanswered questions.
Her parents, too, were devastated. Minato and Kushina had been more than business partners they were family. The next head of the Kiramman family, usually calm and diplomatic, was visibly shaken as she coordinated with the enforcers to find out what had happened.
"Are you sure there's no trace of him?" Caitlyn asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at the enforcer who had come to deliver the latest findings.
The enforcer shook his head solemnly. "We searched everywhere, Miss Caitlyn. We found the remains of Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki, but… there's no sign of Naruto. It's possible he was caught in the blast, but…" He hesitated, unsure of how to soften the blow.
Caitlyn nodded, forcing herself to be strong, even as a tear slipped down her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking. In her heart, she clung to the hope that Naruto was still alive somewhere, somehow.
Some time later, Jayce was returning from a quick errand, his mind still buzzing with half-formed ideas, when he spotted a familiar figure waiting just outside his apartment door. Caitlyn stood there, her face pale, her usually bright eyes clouded with sorrow.
Jayce's heart sank as he approached, noting the grave expression on Caitlyn's face. He had known her since she was a child, watching her grow into a bright, determined young woman with a heart full of justice. But the look in her eyes now was one he had never seen before.
"Caitlyn?" he asked cautiously, his voice laced with worry. "What's going on?"
Caitlyn swallowed, hesitating for a moment as she looked up at him, her face drawn with grief. "Jayce… I'm so sorry. There was an explosion last night at the Uzumaki residence."
Jayce's heart skipped a beat, dread pooling in his stomach. "An explosion? Minato and Kushina… are they…?"
She nodded, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "They're gone, Jayce. Both of them. And… Naruto is missing. No one knows if he's… if he made it out."
Jayce felt his knees go weak, the weight of her words settling over him like a crushing blow. He leaned against the wall, struggling to process the news. Minato and Kushina, gone? Naruto, missing? It seemed impossible, surreal. He clutched his head in his hands, flashes of memory flickering in his mind the laughter, the warmth, the quiet strength of the Uzumaki family. And now, they were gone.
"I don't… I don't understand," he whispered, his voice choked. "How could this happen?"
Caitlyn placed a comforting hand on his arm, her gaze filled with sympathy. "Jayce, I know how close you were to them. I thought… I thought you should hear it from someone who knew them, who understood."
Jayce nodded numbly, the shock of the news making it hard to respond. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to push away the grief, if only for a moment. He felt a desperate need to be alone, to make sense of everything. His workshop he needed to get to his workshop, to think, to find a distraction, to do something.
Without another word, he turned and moved toward the door that led to his workshop, barely registering Caitlyn's concerned look as she followed him.
Jayce fumbled with his key, inserting it into the lock and turning, only to find that the door wouldn't budge. He frowned, pushing against it, his hand pressing hard on the handle. The door remained stubbornly in place. Confused, he leaned into it with his shoulder, his mind spinning.
Somebody's inside…
He shoved the door harder, frustration and dread building inside him. Finally, with one forceful push, the door gave way, swinging open to reveal a scene of utter devastation, on the floor glowing was one of his crystals.
He took a step forward, his heart pounding as he reached out instinctively, desperate to salvage the crystal. But as he moved, the faint glow began to intensify, the blue light growing brighter and more erratic.
"Jayce, get back!" Caitlyn shouted, realizing the danger.
But it was too late.
The crystal reached its critical threshold, and with a deafening roar, it detonated. The force of the explosion sent Jayce hurtling backward, the world spinning as he crashed against the wall. A blinding flash filled his vision, and he felt a hot, searing pain across his face and hands before everything went dark.
When Jayce regained consciousness, everything was hazy. The sounds around him felt muffled, and his vision was blurred, the room spinning in and out of focus. Slowly, the dim, smoke filled room came into view. The acrid smell of burning metal and singed paper filled his nose, making him cough as he struggled to sit up.
Within minutes, the authorities were alerted, followed closely by the Council, and at the head of it all was Professor Heimerdinger. Jayce barely had time to gather his senses in the wreckage of his workshop before enforcers stormed his apartment, their expressions grim as they took in the destruction.
"Jayce Talis, you're coming with us," one of them announced, his voice leaving no room for protest.
He was too dazed to argue, his head still throbbing from the explosion, his heart weighed down by the grief of Minato and Kushina's deaths, and the haunting absence of Naruto. Flanked by enforcers, he was led through Piltover's winding streets, his mind replaying the events in painful clarity the break-in, the explosion, and the tragic news Caitlyn had delivered.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of Piltover, deep within Zaun's winding alleyways and dank sewer tunnels, Vi, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo were making their escape after a successful heist. Their hearts pounded with the thrill of adventure as they hurried through the dark, their bag was heavy with tressure after their break in at a topside apartment.
"Did you see the look on those enforcers' faces?" Mylo snickered, casting a look over his shoulder as if expecting to see them still in pursuit.
Claggor laughed, patting his bag filled with valuables. "We pulled it off, all right. Topsiders won't know what hit em."
As they approached a nearby sewer entrance, hoping to slip away into Zaun's underground network undetected, Powder's keen blue eyes noticed something unusual on the ground.
"Vi… look over there," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of wonder and worry.
The group fell silent as they gathered around a figure lying just outside the sewer entrance. It was a boy, about Powder's age, with disheveled blond hair and a face smudged with dirt and ash. He lay motionless, his body bruised and battered, as if he had been thrown from a great height. His clothes were torn and bloodstained, but they were unmistakably fine, tailored from fabrics not often seen in Zaun.
Vi knelt down beside the boy, reaching out carefully to check for a pulse. "He's breathing," she said, her voice tinged with surprise and relief.
"Who do you think he is?" Mylo asked, his gaze wary as he eyed the boy. "He doesn't look like he's from around here."
Vi's eyes narrowed as she examined the boy's clothing, noting the fine stitching and quality of the fabric, now torn and dirty but unmistakably well-made. "Definitely a topsider," she murmured. "Maybe he got caught up in something he shouldn't have."
Powder tugged gently at Vi's sleeve, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Can we help him, Vi? He looks hurt…"
Vi hesitated, glancing back at her friends. Taking in a topsider especially one who appeared to be from a wealthy family was a risk, and they all knew it. But as she looked down at the boy, his face pale and peaceful, a sense of protectiveness stirred in her heart. He didn't look like a threat; he looked vulnerable, lost, and completely alone.
"All right," Vi said finally, lifting the boy's limp body with a surprising gentleness. "We'll take him back to the hideout. But we keep this quiet, understand? No one else can know."
The others nodded, each of them understanding the weight of what they were about to do. With a final glance around to ensure they weren't being followed, they disappeared into the sewers, Naruto's unconscious form carefully balanced in Vi's arms.
The Last Drop was alive with its usual hum of chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the low murmur of complaints from the Zaunites who had gathered there after another gruelling day. Vander moved behind the bar, filling drinks and offering quiet words of encouragement to the patrons who grumbled about their day to day struggles. One of them, a factory worker with grease stained hands, was mid-rant about the latest work assignments in the bowels of the mines, frustration lining his voice.
"Don't know how much more of this we can take," the worker muttered, nursing his drink. "We work down there like rats, and they still want more from us."
Vander nodded, listening with patience as he poured another round. "Hang in there," he said, placing the drink in front of the man. "Zaun's rough, but we've got each other. That's what matters."
Just then, the door burst open, and Vi entered, followed by Powder, Mylo, and Claggor. They looked worn out and defeated, their faces tense. It was clear something had gone wrong. Vander's eyes narrowed, and he straightened, his gaze fixed on Vi as she approached him with a cautious look.
"Vi," Vander said, his tone holding both warmth and reproach. "What happened?"
Vi hesitated, shooting a glance at the others before stepping forward. "Nothing, Vander. Just a little… setback."
Vander's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You went topside, didn't you?"
Vi flinched, realizing that there was no use hiding it. Vander's intuition was sharp, and he knew her too well. "Yeah, we went topside," she admitted, her tone defensive. "But we didn't get caught. We're fine."
Vander's face darkened as he put down the glass, he was cleaning. "You think it's fine to break the rules I've set? You know Piltover is off limits, Vi. The more you meddle up there, the more attention you bring down here. We're not just a few street kids they'll come for all of Zaun if you give them reason."
Vi clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over. "But Vander, you know what they do up there! They look down on us, treat us like we're nothing. Someone has to stand up for Zaun!"
Her voice was strong, but her gaze faltered when she saw the anger in Vander's eyes. Before she could say anything else, Vander's attention shifted, his gaze landing on a figure being held up by Vi, supported on her shoulder.
"Who's this?" Vander asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of suspicion.
Vi glanced down at Naruto, whose head rested limply against her shoulder, his face bruised and covered in ash. Powder, standing beside her, looked up at Vander with wide, pleading eyes.
"We found him hurt," Vi explained, her voice softening. "Powder didn't want to leave him by himself, and… well, I didn't think it was right to just leave him there either."
Vander's eyes narrowed as he studied Naruto's clothes. The fine stitching and quality of the fabric were unmistakable he was clearly a topsider. This was not a situation to take lightly. Taking in a topsider, especially one who might have family or connections in Piltover, could bring trouble that no amount of hiding would solve. But before Vander could voice his concerns, Powder stepped forward, clutching her hands together, her face filled with worry.
"Vander, please," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "He needed someone. Without us, he would still be lying there, all alone. He could have… he could have died."
Vander's gaze softened as he looked at Powder, seeing the compassion and vulnerability in her eyes. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. After a long pause, he motioned for the others to leave, nodding toward the stairs.
"All right, everyone else out. Go on," he said, his tone gentle but firm. Powder, Mylo, and Claggor gave Vi one last look before they obeyed, retreating up the stairs. Vander turned to Vi, gesturing for her to sit down with him at a nearby table.
Once they were alone, he leaned forward, fixing her with a serious look. "Vi, you know I've trusted you with a lot. You're the oldest, and they look up to you. You're a leader to them, whether you realize it or not. That means their lives, their choices they're in your hands."
Vi met his gaze, her expression defiant but conflicted. She wanted to defend her actions, to argue that she'd done the right thing. But Vander's words hit home, and she knew he wasn't wrong. Her choices affected more than just herself they affected her siblings, too.
"I just wanted to do something that mattered," Vi murmured, her voice softer, tinged with frustration. "I want Zaun to mean something. For us to mean something."
Vander's expression softened, a trace of sadness in his eyes. "I get that, Vi. I really do. But standing up to Piltover, putting all of us in their line of sight… it's not the way. If you keep pushing, they'll come down here with everything they've got, and they won't leave anyone standing."
Vi's fists tightened, her resolve wavering. She looked down at Naruto, who was still unconscious, his face peaceful yet troubled. "I know. I know the risks. But when we found him, Vander… I couldn't just leave him there. It didn't feel right."
Vander's gaze softened, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. "I know, kid. And I'm glad you helped him out. You did the right thing. But you have to understand… a boy like him doesn't just disappear. People up there will come looking for him, and if they do, it could mean trouble for all of us."
Vi nodded, taking in his words. She understood the gravity of the situation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Naruto needed them, that he was meant to be here with them, even if it complicated things.
"So… what do we do?" Vi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"For now, we wait," Vander said, his tone calm and reassuring. "We'll keep an eye on him, see what he remembers. And if he starts remembering things that could be trouble, we'll deal with it then."
He looked at Naruto, a trace of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "But until then, he's one of us. If he's here, we'll protect him like anyone else. It's what we do."
Vi nodded, relief flooding through her. She knew that taking Naruto in was a risk, but it was one she was willing to take. And seeing Vander's acceptance, his understanding of why she'd brought him in, lifted a weight from her shoulders.
"Thanks, Vander," she said quietly.
Vander chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Don't thank me yet, Vi. This is just the beginning. But I'm proud of you for doing what you thought was right."
He gave her one last nod, his gaze settling on Naruto. They would wait for him to wake up, to see if he remembered anything that could complicate their lives further. But for now, they would watch over him, as they did for each other.
When Naruto regained consciousness, he was lying on a makeshift bed in a dimly lit room, his surroundings unfamiliar and raw. The walls were rough and worn, lined with remnants of old machinery, and the air was thick with the scent of oil and metal. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head, and he winced, falling back onto the bed with a groan.
"Hey, you're awake."
Naruto turned his head to see a girl with short, pink hair and fierce eyes watching him from the corner of the room. Behind her stood a boy with wild brown hair and an uneasy expression, along with two others a sturdy boy with a calm demeanour and a girl with striking blue hair, her gaze filled with a strange mix of empathy and curiosity.
"Who… who are you?" Naruto asked, his voice hoarse and weak. His head throbbed, and his mind felt clouded, as if parts of his memory were shrouded in fog.
The girl with pink hair, the one who had spoken first crossed her arms, studying him with an intensity that made him feel both wary and oddly comforted. "We should be asking you that. Who are you?"
Naruto blinked, the question hitting him harder than he'd expected. Who was he? The question stirred something deep within him, a series of fragmented images glimpses of a warm home, a laughing woman with red hair, a strong man teaching him to fight, a girl with dark hair who treated him like a brother. But the images were distant, like fragments of a dream slipping through his fingers.
"I… I don't know," he whispered, a wave of panic rising within him. "I can't remember."
The group exchanged uncertain glances, each of them unsure of what to make of this strange boy with no memory. Powder stepped forward, her blue eyes filled with a soft concern that Naruto found strangely grounding.
"It's okay," she said gently, her voice calming. "You don't have to remember everything right now. You're safe here with us."
Naruto looked at her, feeling an unexpected warmth from her kind expression. Her presence felt like an anchor in the storm of confusion swirling inside him, a small point of stability in his otherwise fractured world.
Vi sighed, scratching her head. "Well, until you figure out who you are, I guess you're stuck with us. We'll call you… Ruto, for now. That work for you?"
Naruto, who was now named "Ruto" nodded slowly, grateful for the name, even if it wasn't his own. It was something to hold onto, a small piece of identity in the sea of unknowns that now filled his life.
"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes flickering between the faces of his new companions. Though he couldn't explain it, he felt a strange sense of kinship with them, as if he had found a new place in the world, even if it wasn't the one he remembered.
As Naruto's new life began to adjust to his new reality in Zaun, the city of Piltover continued to mourn the tragedy at the Uzumaki estate. The loss of Minato and Kushina weighed heavily on everyone, but none felt it more deeply than Caitlyn and her family.
Days passed, and the enforcers scoured every corner of Piltover, hoping to uncover any sign of Naruto. But as each day ended in failure, the possibility that he had survived grew slimmer.
Caitlyn wandered through her home, feeling the emptiness left by Naruto's absence like a hollow ache. She would catch herself glancing at places they had spent time together, half expecting to see his mischievous grin or hear his laughter.
Though she tried to remain strong, Caitlyn's heart was broken. She clung to the faint hope that somehow, somewhere, Naruto was still alive. She told herself that if he were out there, he would find a way to come back. After all, Naruto had always been strong stronger than anyone she knew.
Chapter 1 – Shattered Dreams Act 1 End
A/N
And that's the end…
What did you think? Like I mentioned, it wasn't originally meant to be this long, but I felt it was important for the story to dive deeper into the characters.
I may go back and edit some parts since I feel like I might have gotten some information wrong, as my League of Legends knowledge isn't the best, but I've been watching a lot of lore videos and content to help improve. If you notice any errors, feel free to let me know, and I'll do my best to fix them!
The next chapters will focus heavily on Naruto, so don't worry I'll make sure he stays at the center of the story.
I've already finished the first arc, so I can post daily again if that's what everyone wants.
I hope you enjoyed reading, and until next time,
Byebye!