Claro, aquí tienes la traducción de esa nota al inglés:
"Time to answer comments, and .O, most of them are yours because I read them all and I'm going to respond to all of them. Number one, the story is not mine, it's a translation of a story in Spanish that is on Wattpad. I asked its original author for permission to let me use their prologue for my story since my concept is similar in its beginning, but from then on it's completely different, since my character is not resentful towards Rias, and above all, he is not... how to put it, an idiot like that Naruto who has too much sentimentality for a demon.
Your second comment: the Six Eyes are basically his most fundamental characteristic in his abilities. The way he perceives the world will make him do great things, but since I don't want to spoil... (actually, I do want to, but I don't want to kill the story) regarding his relationship with Ajuka, I'll just say this: Naruto likes ambitious people, no matter what they aspire to, power, knowledge, or anything. If they aspire to it, he likes them. That's why he feels contempt for Rias and Sirzechs despite being his siblings. In his eyes, they have no ambition. His level will be seen shortly since, again, the Six Eyes are more broken than people give them credit for.
Finally, regarding your suggestions, well, some intrigue me, and I would have to see what I can do to try to include them, although honestly, I don't remember who Jessica Jones was, and Zatanna would undoubtedly be one of the most powerful bishops, still, I'll see what I do with that.
And now for... Elkenn, well, don't worry about that, I more or less know how to manage my OCs since there are only two, Natsumi and a knight.
Finally for, Oops idk, and Grantcourtney, I'm glad you like my style... it literally took me years to develop this style."
Chapter 3
"You know, Okita... you really didn't need to come with us," Naruto commented, his voice soft but laden with an unusual mix of gratitude and concern. "I mean, we're going into the icy Siberia, and you..."
The young Gremory didn't complete the sentence, his gaze fixed on the knight escorting his older brother. A pang of genuine concern pierced his chest as he observed Okita Shouji, a man whose loyalty and ability Naruto deeply respected. Okita, dressed in his impeccable black uniform that contrasted with the paleness of his face, wore his jet-black hair tied back in a taut high ponytail, a detail that accentuated the rigidity of his posture. He was one of the few beings in the opulent Gremory mansion whom Naruto professed sincere respect for.
Unlike the arrogant demons who swarmed through the corridors or the flattering servants who sought to curry favor, Okita was a warrior consumed by the ambition to perfect his sword art. His loyalty to Sirzechs was not blinded by adulation, but rather he saw the elder demon for what he was: a lazy and unreliable being.
And there lay Naruto's concern. Sirzechs had promised to cure Okita's tuberculosis, a promise he never fulfilled. This act of negligence turned Sirzechs, in Naruto's eyes, into an imbecile of epic proportions. Not only had he shown indifference towards a man who had sworn loyalty to him, but he had broken a fundamental principle for any demon: the fulfillment of a deal. While it was true that demons sought to gain advantages and often deceived their contractors, they always fulfilled their part of the bargain, even if at an exorbitant price. Okita, on the other hand, had received nothing in return for sacrificing his own life.
"Boy, I'll be completely honest with you," Okita replied, letting out a tired sigh and a grimace of bitterness that crossed his face. "Your sister is mired in one of her tantrums because she has destroyed her favorite teddy bear... again. I prefer the icy winds of Siberia to endure the attempts to calm little Rias-chan."
His harsh and dismissive tone made clear the deep displeasure he felt towards the situation. In the eyes of the former samurai, the Gremory family was not raising a young woman fit for society or a noble worthy of her lineage. They were raising a spoiled creature who would lead their clan to ruin, and he preferred to stay as far away from that disaster as possible.
Naruto couldn't help but crack a small smile at Okita's brutal honesty. He himself had requested a training trip to Siberia to escape what he considered a complete and utter stupidity, so he couldn't blame the knight for seeking the same escape.
What did surprise him was that Okita had offered to accompany him, considering that they were heading to a place that would probably worsen his already delicate health condition. However, he decided that he could house the man in a warm cabin and not stray too far during his training. It was the least he could do for one of the few beings in the Gremory mansion that he liked and that shared his vision of the true Rias.
Natsumi, for her part, walked a few steps behind them, maintaining respectful silence. Her four tails waved slightly, betraying her obvious nervousness in the presence of a high-ranking demon who was not her master. Grayfia was already intimidating enough, but Okita, in her judgment, was even worse. Somehow, the samurai radiated raw, pure power, very different from Grayfia's calm and contained energy.
As for the reasons for the trip, Naruto had two main reasons. The first, and the most important, was that Natsumi belonged to him, not Rias. He was not willing to allow his sister, with her laziness and lack of ambition, to corrupt his queen with her ideas of idleness and childishness.
The second reason for the trip was far less obvious, since, among all possible destinations, they had chosen the icy Siberia. His goal was to test Natsumi's understanding of the rudimentary notions of ice magic that Grayfia had passed on to her.
Naruto was aware that Grayfia had not delved into the details of her own magic. He didn't blame her; Grayfia possessed a… let's say, conservative view of training. He, on the other hand, was more akin to the description that Ajuka Beelzebub had given him on countless occasions: "an idiot who takes his experiments to absurd extremes to prove his theories." Naruto knew that the description was accurate. He always sought to push things to the limit to prove his points. What good was being an ice mage if you didn't master absolute zero? Ajuka had confirmed to him that reaching that temperature was theoretically possible through magic, but that no known mage had achieved such a feat. If it were up to him, Natsumi would be known as the witch of fire and ice before she turned sixteen, and would become the first mage in history to master absolute zero.
Momentarily abandoning his ambitious thoughts, Naruto turned to the samurai who escorted them to the frozen lands of Siberia. "Okita, would you have any advice for an aspiring King looking for a worthy knight?" Naruto asked, tilting his head slightly with genuine curiosity and softening his tone of voice.
Unlike Rias, who seemed to expect others to build her peerage for her or who sought out people with serious emotional problems to avoid earning their respect, Naruto understood that his older sister's strategy could only lead to a catastrophic outcome.
"Look for someone who doesn't have obvious mental problems and who doesn't try to stab you in the back at the first opportunity," Okita replied with his usual frankness. He was fully aware of what would happen with the knight Yuuto Kiba in a few years: he would rebel against Rias at the first opportunity. He only hoped that Sirzechs would not intervene, because Rias needed to learn that her actions had consequences and that the world did not bend to her whims.
"Hmph… then my observations about Kiba Yuuto were correct," Naruto murmured with a slight smile, before stretching slightly. Kiba disturbed him, even for someone like him. His false and spooky smile was not funny at all, and the ease with which he deceived Rias was unsettling. His eyes, meanwhile, were completely empty. Naruto supposed that he could unravel the mystery of Kiba, but that would be a task for later.
He shook his head to dispel those thoughts. At that moment, he had more pressing matters to attend to: traveling to Siberia to begin Natsumi's training in the true essence of ice magic.
With that determination in mind, Naruto began to walk with a firm step towards the exit of the Gremory mansion, with Natsumi following him closely. Seeing that she was falling behind, Natsumi quickened her pace to keep up.
A week later, in the heart of frozen Siberia, the wind howled like a hungry wolf, lashing at the small log cabin with relentless fury. Inside, Natsumi trembled uncontrollably, her arms wrapped around her own body in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. The steam from her breath formed small white clouds that dissipated quickly in the icy air.
"Naruto-sama..." her voice was barely a whisper, trembling and weak. "Could I know the exact purpose of this... penance?"
Her hazel eyes, normally full of life and curiosity, now reflected a mixture of confusion and despair. They were in the middle of a log cabin, abandoned and devoid of any semblance of comfort, in the dead of Siberian winter. And, to make matters worse, Naruto had forbidden her from lighting the wood stove, the only source of heat in that frozen wasteland.
Naruto, for his part, seemed immune to the penetrating cold. In a strange display of polarity, and perhaps driven by his own desire to master the frigid temperatures, he was dressed surprisingly lightly. A sleeveless white shirt, a worn black sweatshirt, and equally dark pants were his only protection against the relentless cold. His skin, normally pale, acquired a bluish tone, and his teeth chattered with a constant rhythm.
"You see, Natsumi," Naruto began, his voice maintaining its usual calm and analytical tone, despite the obvious physical discomfort. "Since my... sister-in-law, so to speak, has introduced you to the rudiments of ice magic, I consider it appropriate to instruct you in the true essence of this power. That which no ice mage dares to reveal."
His gaze, hidden behind his usual dark glasses, conveyed unwavering determination. Naruto was determined to push Natsumi to the limit, to forge her in the frozen depths of Siberia, so that she would master the ice like no one before.
"I didn't know you were an ice mage, Naruto-sama," Natsumi murmured, her voice barely audible through the chattering of her teeth. Her eyes, dilated by the cold and surprise, rested on Naruto with a hint of amazement. "I had never been told of such an ability."
"Oh, I'm not!" Naruto exclaimed with a strange joy, although his body trembled as much or more than Natsumi's. The difference lay in his iron will, in his determination to master the cold like no one else. "I'm freezing to the bone, Natsumi. But a king who does not lead by example is not worthy of his title. And, to be completely honest, you seem too... charming to me to let you freeze to death in this cabin."
If the circumstances had been different, Natsumi would have blushed until she turned the color of a ripe tomato at her king's praise. The word "charming," spoken with Naruto's usual indifference, resonated in her ears like a strange and captivating melody. However, the extreme cold and the fear of hypothermia clouded any hint of romance. Her teeth chattered with a frantic rhythm, and her eyes remained fixed on Naruto, seeking in him a hint of warmth or comfort.
"Hug me," Natsumi begged, her voice breaking from the cold. Normally, she would never dare to request such a display of closeness, but hypothermia threatened to take her life, and frozen death seemed an even more unacceptable prospect than indecency.
Naruto, whose own teeth were chattering with a frantic rhythm, finally yielded to the request. He extended his arms, allowing Natsumi to take refuge in his warmth. "You have incredibly fluffy and warm tails, you know?" Naruto murmured in a playful tone, a hint of unusual warmth in his voice. In other circumstances, Natsumi would have blushed at the comment, but the extreme cold and the need for warmth took precedence over shyness. Instinctively, she used her four tails to wrap them both, creating a kind of improvised blanket.
"Then..." Natsumi stammered, still trembling, although the shared warmth began to mitigate the cold. "What is that secret that no ice mage dares to reveal?" she asked, her curiosity struggling to overcome the numbness.
Naruto gave her an enigmatic smile, while letting his head rest on Natsumi's warm ears, a gesture that denoted a strange comfort. "They don't understand the true nature of cold," he stated, his voice resonating with an unusual authority. Natsumi looked at him in bewilderment for a few moments, before a gust of icy air forced her to bury her head again in her king's chest, seeking refuge in his body heat.
Naruto let out a soft and guttural laugh at Natsumi's reaction, before resuming his explanation with a rhetorical question. "You know, Natsumi, what cold really is?"
Natsumi, aware that her king was looking for a specific answer, and preferring to maintain her warm position rather than provoke his wrath, shook her head in silence. She knew that Naruto would provide the answer he sought.
Faced with the lack of verbal response, Naruto gave her a small indulgent smile. "You see, Natsumi, ice mages only scratch the surface of their power. They freeze objects, create frost, even sculpt small figures of ice. But they ignore its true essence... the cold itself."
"And you understand it?" Natsumi asked, not with skepticism, but with genuine curiosity.
"Vibrations," Naruto replied, his smile taking on an amused hue.
"Vibrations?" Natsumi repeated, her brow furrowed in an attempt to understand.
"People associate fire with combustion, but its nature is much more complex," Naruto explained, his voice adopting a didactic tone. "Heat, in essence, is myriads of molecules vibrating at breakneck speeds. The greater the speed of vibration, the higher the temperature."
Natsumi nodded, indicating that she understood the concept, although she still did not see the connection with cold. However, she trusted that the deprivation of heat to which they were subjected had a purpose.
"That is the true essence of cold magic," Naruto continued, his voice charged with conviction. "Not freezing, nor frost. The comprehension of molecular motion, the manipulation of atomic vibration, until reaching absolute cold, zero Kelvin."
"Absolute zero?" Natsumi inquired, the concept resonating in her memory. During her research to build the ideal peerage for her king, she had come across the term in ancient grimoires of ice magic. However, it was considered an unattainable goal.
Curiously, Naruto was not referring to ice magic, but to cold magic.
Naruto nodded solemnly. "My eyes are special, Natsumi. They perceive the very essence of the universe. I see Grayfia's limitations, the reason why she will never reach absolute zero. And I think I have the key to achieve it." Naruto had developed a training plan inspired by the Knights of the Zodiac, adapted to each type of magic. However, he lacked an excuse to ask Grayfia to instruct him in cold magic, which he considered, at least for him, the easiest to understand. Now, with Natsumi as his apprentice, he had the perfect opportunity to put his theories into practice.
"What if you're wrong?" Natsumi asked shyly, not because she doubted her king's ability, but because of the simple statistic that dictated that perfection was rarely achieved on the first try.
"Well, we are training, Natsumi. It's obvious, isn't it?" Naruto replied with an ironic tone, although a slight smile softened his features. "I haven't come to Siberia simply because I enjoy the frigid climate, you know?" he joked, although the chattering of his teeth belied his words. "To master absolute zero, we must first acclimatize ourselves to the cold itself. We will remain here for a couple of hours, enduring this... austerity, and then we will dress appropriately to recover the lost heat. We will return with Okita to the town, where a comforting warmth awaits us."
"How much time do we have left?" Natsumi inquired, her voice imbued with a renewed hope. The prospect of hot chocolate and a soft bed, where she could curl up until her king decided to return to this icy torture, filled her with sudden enthusiasm.
"About fifty minutes, approximately," Naruto replied with a casual tone, although his gaze reflected a slight uncertainty. The truth was that he had lost track of time. He had left his watch with Okita; the metal, in direct contact with his skin, would only accelerate the freezing process of his extremities.
A few weeks later, deep in a Siberian forest-
Sara, with her small bare feet sinking into the damp earth and her violet eyes sparkling with an astuteness unbefitting her age, was the undisputed queen of hide-and-seek. No one, not even the adults of her tribe, could catch her if she didn't allow it. Despite her young age, she had achieved a strength that defied the laws of nature, a power disproportionate for a child. Her muscles, tense and fibrous, contracted under her smooth skin, revealing the agility and power of a born predator. Her senses, sharpened by her Therianthrope (or Beastkin, as they were known in some circles) heritage, allowed her to perceive the slightest whisper of the wind, the faintest crackle of a branch in the forest's thickness. She was a creature of nature in her purest essence, agile and stealthy, capable of merging with the environment like a dancing shadow in the darkness of the night.
However, all that strength, all that skill, had proven useless against the relentless pursuit of her own father. A new wave of lacerating pain ran through the little Therianthrope's leg, an acute and intense suffering, as if a hot iron was piercing her flesh. The pain forced her to fall on her small knees, her hands clutching handfuls of damp grass as tears sprang from her eyes and a heartbreaking moan escaped her lips.
"It hurts..." she murmured between sobs, her voice choked by pain and fear. "It hurts... a lot..."
The memory of the chase, of her father's hate-filled words, of the stinging sensation of the arrow piercing her skin, tormented her like a recurring nightmare. Other arrows had struck her back and her arm, but the dense vegetation and her own agility had prevented deeper wounds.
"It hurts... really... it really hurts..." she moaned, as she curled up, seeking relief uselessly in her own embrace.
But she couldn't afford to stop there. Her father was chasing her. Certainly. Probably. Or maybe not. She had already gone quite deep into the forest, away from the tribe, hadn't she? It was better to be safe than sorry. With a guttural growl and a clenching of teeth, Sara got up with an effort that tore a pitiful moan from her, and continued her escape, leaving a crimson trail on the immaculate snow.
Each step was agony. The wound in her leg, inflicted by her father's arrow, throbbed with unbearable suffering. The blood, warm and viscous, spilled over her skin, soaking her pants and staining the snow with a scarlet trace. The glacial cold seeped into her wounds, like icy needles piercing her flesh, making her teeth chatter and her body tremble uncontrollably.
She kept walking. It was the only thing she could do. Stopping meant dying, and she wasn't willing to give up.
She was strong and fast. She could run faster than almost anyone in the tribe. But the wound inflicted by her father had crippled her. Now she could only limp, trembling and shuddering from the cold, weakening with each passing minute. If she didn't find shelter soon, she would freeze to death. She didn't even know where she was going. She only cared about getting away from her father and the tribe. She was the hunter, not the prey.
Because Sara, in her childlike innocence, didn't understand...
Dad had sentenced that she was possessed, a sentence that had triggered her hunt. What exactly did the word "possessed" imply? It's true that strange and grotesque protrusions adorned her chest and arms, but what was their significance? Sara, aware of her limited intellectual capacity, would be the first to admit it. She had never been known for her cleverness.
However, despite her mental clumsiness, curiosity gnawed at her. She wanted to understand the mystery that surrounded her.
—Aack?!
Her injured leg gave way under her weight, and this time, her strength abandoned her completely. She collapsed on the snow, the impact shaking her bones and clouding her vision. Blood pooled under her body, staining the world with a somber crimson. A freezing breeze caressed her tangled hair, and with it, darkness began to invade her field of vision. Sara resisted dying. She longed for food, power, warmth. But she lacked all of these, which condemned her to an imminent death, an irrevocable sentence.
A rustle in the snow, behind her, interrupted her bleak thought. Two aromas invaded her nostrils: the musky smell of a fox and another unknown aroma, a strange combination of old paper and... strawberry cake?
—Well, well, what do we have here? —A child's voice resounded in the icy air of the forest, imbued with a playful curiosity—. It seems that luck is smiling on us today, isn't it, Natsumi?
—Ehm... I'm not sure if it's so, Naruto-sama —replied a childish voice, tinged with shyness and dismay—. What are those grotesque marks on her arms?
Sara, with a superhuman effort, lifted her head. Her violet eyes, clouded by pain and tears, rested on the newcomers. There were two: a boy dressed in a dark blue coat that contrasted with his fiery red hair, and a girl with long fox ears and four snow-white tails, which waved nervously. The boy's face showed an enigmatic smile, but his eyes, hidden behind dark and impenetrable glasses, were a mystery to Sara. The girl, for her part, observed her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She seemed scared, but not of her.
Despite their harmless appearance, Sara perceived the smells emanating from them: the strange and sweet aroma of the boy, of old books and pastries, and the musky and wild smell of the fox girl. However, beyond those superficial aromas, and contradicting the boy's words, Sara did not detect great strength.
"The weak can't save me," she said to herself hopelessly, letting her head fall onto the bloodstained snow. "They are just playing."
However, the boy crouched down in front of her, his smile unwavering, as if his presence radiated the certainty that he could save her.
—Hmph... yes, she is possessed... and it's a serious case —he commented, without losing his enigmatic smile.
Sara ignored the reason why everyone repeated that word. Her father's words resonated in her mind, once again. "What does all this mean?" she wondered desperately, feeling the shadows of incomprehension engulf her like a shroud.
—Come on, come closer —invited the boy, his voice resonating with a strange mix of sweetness and authority. He extended his hand towards Sara, his fingers wrapped in a reddish aura that throbbed with an unknown energy—. In exchange for your soul, I can save you.
—Naruto-sama... this doesn't seem appropriate to me —Natsumi interrupted, her voice a trembling thread, a chill running down her spine.
The boy let out a soft and melodic laugh, a sound that mixed with the whisper of the wind through the trees, creating an unsettling melody. —Oh, come on. I've always longed to utter those words —he said with a playful tone, observing Sara's reaction with insatiable curiosity.
Sara, however, had stopped listening. Panic flooded her being, her heart beating with frantic force, resonating in her ears like a war drum, clouding her thoughts. "He's a demon," she remembered with terror, evoking the chilling tales that her mother had told her about those evil creatures. "Mom always warned me about demons. They are evil and cruel beings, who snatch souls and devour them."
—No! Demon! —Sara snarled with distrust, her voice hoarse and weak—. Go away!
But the boy was unfazed. On the contrary, he dropped his dark glasses, revealing his eyes. Strange and crystalline eyes, of a deep blue that seemed to harbor the starry sky itself, shone with an unsettling amusement.
—And why would I do that, sweetie? —he asked in a voice as smooth as silk, a chilling contrast to the coldness of his words—. I can save you, or I can leave and let you freeze to death. I've been subjecting Natsumi to similar training for the last month, until we have finally been able to withstand the harshness of the weather. But I digress. Personally, I desire to save you.
His hand, pale and delicate as porcelain, moved even closer to Sara. Driven by fear and desperation, Sara reacted with an animal instinct. She opened her jaws and bit hard the hand that was offered, her canine teeth sinking into the flesh with a desperate ferocity. A stifled cry escaped the boy's lips, not a cry of pain, but of surprise. Two of his fingers, severed just above the knuckle, fell onto the bloodstained snow.
However, the boy showed not a trace of annoyance. On the contrary, a smile of genuine fascination appeared on his face, his blue eyes shining with an intense light. Natsumi, who had witnessed the scene with horror, fainted, her unconscious body collapsing onto the icy snow.
—Fascinating —Naruto commented, his smile not reaching his eyes, as he observed his now three fingers, or rather, the gap where they used to be, with a look of intense fascination—. Muscles strong enough to pierce the skin and flesh of demons... You are a fighting creature, aren't you?
As he spoke, Sara watched him with silent amazement, which intensified as she witnessed his fingers begin to regenerate. The reddish energy that had previously enveloped his hand extended to the wound, closing it as if by magic. The boy... somehow, seemed much more imposing than before. His blue eyes, now visible after the fall of his glasses, shone with a supernatural intensity, like two bonfires burning in the darkness of the night.
—Now, I suppose this means that I'll have to resort to the other method, right? —Naruto commented in a thoughtful tone, although his eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity.
Before Sara could react, Naruto bit her, quick as a flash, just above one of her ears. A sharp and unexpected pain ran through her, a cold and stinging burn, much more intense than the wound inflicted by the arrow. The sensation spread like lightning from her head to the tip of her toes, forcing her to arch her back and howl with a heartbreaking cry.
—Ouch! Why did you do that? —Tears welled up in her eyes, mixing with the blood flowing from the wound.
Sara didn't get a verbal response. Instead, a cold and firm hand closed around her neck, forcing her to lift her head. Her violet eyes, still clouded by pain and tears, met Naruto's, blue and penetrating as ice. An electric current ran through her body, making her tremble uncontrollably. Naruto's face, inches from hers, wore an amused smile, but his eyes were an unfathomable abyss, a void that both attracted and terrified her.
"It's as if he sees all this as a game," Sara reflected desperately, feeling her own will crumble under the intensity of his gaze. "As if it were an experiment... a spectacle for his amusement."
And the worst of it all was that Naruto showed no trace of anger, annoyance, or amusement. He seemed genuinely interested in something she couldn't understand. As if her pain, her fear, and her despair were an enriching experience for him.
"Only the strong... no, only the really, really strong have the right to look at others like that," Sara said to herself, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold. Something inside her shuddered, a primitive instinct that screamed at her to submit, to surrender. "He's strong... much stronger than me. Does that make him the boss?"
The word resonated in her mind, like a distant thunder. "Boss... I like the sound of that."
—Boss... —Sara murmured softly, barely a whisper that was lost in the sound of the wind through the trees. Her violet eyes, still clouded by pain and tears, fixed on Naruto's, recognizing in him a strength and authority that surpassed her. A strength that, despite everything, attracted her.
—Now, sweetie, I'll ask one more time —Naruto said, his voice mixing amusement with seriousness. His blue eyes scrutinized her with a mix of curiosity and something incomprehensible—. In exchange for your soul, I can save you. But if you bite me again, I'm afraid I'll have to punish you. You understand, right?
Sara moaned, not daring to speak for fear of provoking his wrath. Her body, weak and injured, trembled under Naruto's penetrating gaze. She didn't understand what he meant by "soul," but the threat in his tone was unmistakable.
—Use your words —Naruto pinched her nose delicately, but even that gentle touch caused her a pang of pain. Sara let out a gasp of surprise—. Do you want to bleed out and die? —His voice was colder than the snow on which she lay—. Because that is a valid option. I have no interest in saving someone who doesn't want to be saved and who will only try to hurt me... well, not at the moment. I haven't reached that level of masochism yet.
Sara blinked, confused by Naruto's words. She opened her mouth to respond, but only a choked sound escaped her throat. Finally, with the little strength she had left, she lowered her head and shook it slightly. A tired growl resonated in her throat.
—Sara... wants to live...
—Delta —Naruto's whisper resonated in the silence of the forest, charged with a mysterious force that made Sara's violet eyes widen, fixing on the blue ones of her new "boss"—. I will not heal you so that your father can continue hunting you. That is your new name, Delta. Now tell me, will you give me your soul?
Confusion settled on the girl's face. "Marry?" she wondered, unable to understand the meaning of those words. "What does giving my soul entail?" A chill, unrelated to the glacial cold of the snow, ran down her spine, driven by the intensity of Naruto's gaze. Her hands, cold and weak, clung tightly to the snow, as if seeking a rock to hold on to in order not to fall into the void. She bit her lower lip, feeling the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
"Sa... Delta will listen to you... boss," she replied in a trembling voice, bowing her head in a gesture of submission. Naruto's gaze, so intense and penetrating, intimidated her, but at the same time, she felt a strange attraction towards him, an unsettling mixture of fear and fascination. An instinctive, almost animal submission ran through her body, which relaxed slightly, yielding to the inevitable presence of the boy who was now her master.
Naruto observed her with his blue eyes, which seemed to analyze every detail of her expression, every beat of her heart. A slight frown formed on his face.
"Boss? That's new," he murmured to himself, in a thoughtful tone. "Well, I suppose Okita can take care of you while I finish Natsumi's training... he always wanted a dog." With those words, Naruto turned his gaze towards his companion, noticing, to his surprise, that Natsumi had fainted. "I thought we had already overcome the stage where she fainted from the cold," he commented with a sigh of resignation, before taking his queen in his arms. The journey back to Okita seemed long and arduous.
End of Chapter.
Author's Note:
Well, with this chapter, you will have noticed that I have introduced significant changes compared to the original version. Naruto and Natsumi are not in Siberia by mere chance; their presence in the icy lands responds to a clear objective: Natsumi's training in the true nature of cold magic. Delta's appearance, in this context, is a fortuitous encounter that puts Naruto's curiosity and ambition to the test.
The possession, a phenomenon that Naruto understands in depth, presents a unique opportunity. The prospect of recruiting a subordinate of immense power is too tempting to pass up. And if Delta is, the Rook piece that he already had in mind for his future peerage?
The possibilities with her are immense, that is to say the possession indicates that she has a level of magic as absurd as Naruto who is a high-class demon, and from the Gremory clan famous for being magical Uzumakis, that is to say with obscenely large magic reserves.
That said, there are still vacancies available in the court that Naruto plans to form. Therefore, I invite all readers to share their opinions and suggestions about this chapter. Your participation is essential to enrich the story and shape Naruto's peerage. We look forward to your comments!