"Alright, first of all, to respond to comments... one that is especially annoying and makes it clear to me that at least one of you lacks reading comprehension... or is stupid enough not to understand what has been said practically since chapter two.
Joe lawyer, you're right, Sirzechs is not Rias' father, but he's the one who has been raising her all her damn life for a very simple reason: Zeoticus, since the damn chapter two, has said that he's spent so much time being Lord Gremory that he's forgotten how to be Zeoticus Gremory with his children. In other words, he hasn't raised Naruto and Rias at all. As for Venelana, it's been shown that she's extremely resentful. She resents Naruto for being better than Rias, and Rias for not being better than a half-breed whom she profoundly despises, and that's why, since Rias was very little, she's practically abandoned her. So, within the context of the story, which if you bothered to read and understand, you would see why Sirzechs is the one who has raised Rias and why Grayfia is furious with him for allowing Rias' behavior, and the culprit for her behaving the way she does is because her parents don't even intervene.
Regarding the second part of your comment... you didn't read the chapter. They're going all out against the Gremory clan to hurt Sirzechs, not because they're taking reprisals against him, because Sirzechs is a sis-con and the best way to hurt him is to screw over his sister. Your failure to understand this is not my problem, but your clear lack of reading comprehension, because it's been made clear from the beginning that each and every clan that turned their backs on him, except the Phoenix who already screw over Rias enough by marrying her off to their disappointment, are attacking the family so that Rias suffers the consequences they can't impose on Lucifer.
Regarding the AI, I use it to translate. My way of speaking has always been redundant and extremely detailed. My native language is Spanish, not English. I speak it fluently, but not enough to write the story directly in English.
Anger quelled, let's move on to comments that are actually constructive... or at least from people who can read.
Uzumaki Naruto, well, first of all, I wasn't angry, just clarifying that as a habit and because I want you to know that I read your criticisms (even if a couple make me rage due to lack of reading comprehension), I put my responses at the beginning of the chapters, and it's not that they're long, look at the bibles you leave in the comments, you yourself gave me one, and I like to answer every question you might leave. You yourself left several, and it's time to answer.
First, no, he's not really affected by anything. Simply, as someone said in a comment, Sirzechs is just a blatant favorite player because he doesn't understand why no one favors his sister with the same force they favor his half-breed brother. Sirzechs is incredibly racist without realizing it. The claim that the Gremory are the clan everyone wants to belong to in the canon is just that, something that's said, not something that has to be true just to maintain a canon that, to begin with, is based on boobs and gifted powers with the power of Ecchi.
Regarding Serafall, no. Sona, unlike Rias, doesn't actively (unknowingly) seek to make the entire Underworld hate her. Naruto himself said that Sona is okay, she's just too uptight to have a longer-lasting friendship with her. So, even if she's much more of a sis-con than Sirzechs, she won't go so far as to accidentally condemn her clan just to appease her sister's tantrum.
Grayfia wasn't cold, she's simply completely fed up, because what she said is absolutely true. Sirzechs isn't afraid to sacrifice everything, even his relationship with his son, if it benefits Rias.
Raizer is irrelevant to a certain point in the plot, since, as I said above, the Phoenix use him to punish Rias by refusing to undo the match. As such, he no longer has the backing or support of his clan. They only support his whim to marry Rias because it will make her suffer in the long run.
And thanks for responding to a constructive criticism, it really helped calm me down a bit... well, that and an idiot insect that's been crashing into a window for five minutes.
Dragonkeeper10: in response to that, I thought of a new OC from that house who would be his bishop, and basically Zekram, obsessed as he is with the power of destruction, would say, 'I don't care if he's a half-breed, I don't care if he's exiled or if he no longer has a name and prestige... he has the damn six eyes, I want you to fuck him, have his damn baby, and you better hope he inherits the Power of Destruction,' because that's Zekram's real obsession, that the power of destruction be supreme, and someone with the six eyes and the power of destruction would basically be destined to be a monster, since he could destroy with millimeter precision and with barely any energy cost, which was why he married his daughter to a Gremory, a clan whose only special ability (besides an immense amount of luck) is that they have immense magic energy reserves. In fact, I think that's Sairaorg's problem, it's not that he didn't inherit the power of destruction, it's that the guy has no magical capacity to use any kind of magic.
Redlox2: yes, it's basically that. Unconsciously or not, he doesn't feel as close to his brother as to his sister, but the worst part is that he doesn't even realize it because he's deified by Rias."
Ashoah: You have no idea how much he screwed things up. Naruto is a monster and one of his life's dreams is to launch a Galaxian Explosion in Sirzechs's face, and remember that unlike Hishibumi I'm fixing the power scale, in other words Sirzechs is not only not at the level of original Lucifer, but Fenrir is truly a god-killing monster, and Naruto killed Fenrir when he was only thirteen years old for a very simple reason… the cosmos is completely broken.
Absolutamente. Aquí tienes una traducción que busca capturar la naturalidad y el tono emocional de tu texto:
Chapter 9: A New Direction
Naruto forced himself to confront the harsh reality that loomed over him like a dark, oppressive cloud. The past month had been pure hell, an endless torment that had worn down his spirit and body. The supposed "base" in Siberia, which the Phoenix had given him in good faith as a temporary training location, was nothing more than a modest wooden cabin, with rough walls and windows clouded with ice and snow. It was a stark refuge, designed for functionality, not comfort. The Phoenix never imagined Naruto would use it as a permanent home; otherwise, they would undoubtedly have provided a more welcoming and habitable place.
At the end of the day, the grim truth prevailed: whether the cabin was barely livable or not, it was the only place he and his peerage, plus Kuroka, who had apparently decided to live with them for these three years, could call home. Kuroka's excuse was to "teach these poor kids to fend for themselves," and although the cabin was rustic and barely kept warm by a small wood stove that crackled and sparked in the darkness, it was warm enough that, if the four of them huddled together in a ball, they wouldn't freeze to death during the icy nights that seemed to want to chill their very souls.
Of course, Delta handled the situation best, being a native of those frozen lands that seemed to have shaped her with their relentless cold. For her, enduring the glacial Siberian cold was perfectly normal, as if her body was designed to withstand the torment of ice and snow. Natsumi, as always, tried to keep the group's spirits up and maintain their optimism, while he continued to do absolutely nothing to improve the situation, still lost in a sea of uncertainty. Even Kuroka, who was teaching Delta how to gather resources for food and cabin repairs, seemed to be taking it all in stride, as if adversity were a challenge to be met with a smile.
In truth, he knew all about facing challenges; he'd overcome obstacles and emerged victorious more than once. However, each of those challenges was completely different from what he was facing now. Solving a study problem or fixing something in his room was vastly different from this ruthless struggle for survival in a hostile and unforgiving environment. It wasn't just his own life at stake, but also the lives of the two beautiful girls who had offered him their lives, their souls, and their eternal service, like delicate flowers needing his protection and care. And there was Kuroka, the woman in her late twenties, who had decided, surely out of compassion or a sense of duty, to help them learn to survive in this cruel and merciless world.
Desolation and loneliness had seized his soul, like an icy fog that refused to dissipate. He didn't know why or for whom he should weep. The feeling of abandonment and helplessness enveloped him like a heavy blanket, crushing him. He had never felt truly part of the Gremory clan, a powerful and noble family that had taken him in but never made him feel like one of their own. Only Milicas and Grayfia had been the exceptions, the only ones with whom he had a genuine connection that went beyond formalities and titles.
Milicas, his nephew, had always admired him genuinely, with a devotion bordering on idolatry. He wanted to learn from him, absorbing every word and gesture like a thirsty sponge. Naruto, in turn, enjoyed teaching the boy, who was a quick, eager, and curious learner. Any teacher would kill for a disciple like him, with his insatiable thirst for knowledge. Grayfia, on the other hand, had never been a warm or loving person, at least not to him, her brother-in-law. Nevertheless, she had always been a genuine source of support, a solid rock he could rely on.
Nostalgia and melancholy gripped his heart like an endless autumn rain. The thought of never seeing the only two Gremory clan members who had been his true family for two whole years filled him with deep sadness. Solitude and abandonment enveloped him like a freezing fog that wouldn't lift.
"Natsumi," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh lost in the wind. Yet, Natsumi, who was nearby, tending the fire, heard him perfectly. The question that followed took her by surprise, like lightning illuminating a dark sky. "Do you remember our first day here?" Nostalgia and melancholy echoed in his voice.
"I... I could never forget that day, Naruto-sama," Natsumi replied, a small, nostalgic smile gracing her lips, transporting her to a not-so-distant past. Her first month of training had been harsh, a test of her endurance and determination, but she had her king by her side, warming her, supporting her, and simply letting her know he was there, a solid rock to lean on. Then Delta arrived, with her overflowing joy and awkward innocence, making the training even more bearable, as if her presence had lit up a path that had seemed dark and dangerous.
"Could you... do for me what I did for you that first day...?" Naruto asked, his voice even softer than before, carrying the weight of his despair and vulnerability. His eyes locked onto Natsumi's, searching for an answer, a hope, a refuge for comfort and peace. The intensity of his gaze was almost palpable, as if he were trying to convey a message beyond words.
Natsumi's eyes flickered with doubt, a fleeting shadow of uncertainty crossing her gaze. For a moment, she seemed lost in a sea of memories, trying to recall what had happened on that distant first day in the old, icy cabin they used as their first training ground. The fog of time seemed to obscure that moment, making it feel distant and blurred, but Natsumi knew it was there, hidden in the corners of her memory, waiting to be rediscovered.
The answer struck her suddenly, like a ray of light piercing a dark sky. She was transported back to her younger self, shivering in the cold, lonely wasteland. Her young, unfamiliar king had brought her there to train her in something she didn't yet understand, and she had felt small and vulnerable in his presence. But then, she had made a request, a plea from the depths of her heart: "Will you hug me?" The first request she had made, the first real thing he had done for her. A hug that had warmed her, made her feel safe in a world that seemed to have gone mad.
Por supuesto, aquí tienes la traducción de la segunda página, manteniendo el tono natural y orgánico:
Of course, Natsumi knew very well that the cold her king felt wasn't the same as the one in the frozen wastelands of Cocytus, but something deeper, more connected to his very soul—the cold of being cast aside by his family, a cold much more cruel and desolate than even the darkest, most frigid Siberian nights. It was the chill of loneliness, which seemed to have seized his heart like an icy fog that refused to dissipate, enveloping his soul in a layer of ice and desolation.*
Of course, he wasn't truly alone, but that's how he felt, submerged in a sea of solitude and despair, like a ship without a course or direction, adrift in an ocean of conflicting emotions. And so, without another word, Natsumi stopped what she was doing and went straight to her king, whom she helped to his feet before gently guiding him to the living room couch, where she sat him down beside her. It was a gesture filled with tenderness and compassion, like a mother cradling her child.*
Finally, she did what he had done for her three years ago, in a similar moment of vulnerability and need, and wrapped her arms around him, enveloping both of them with her six tails, creating a warm, protective embrace that seemed to surround him with a sense of security and tranquility, like a safe haven in the midst of a storm. She allowed her young king's head to rest on her shoulder, a gesture of surrender and trust, like a flower leaning towards the sun for warmth and light.*
"I don't know what to do, Natsumi," Naruto said, his voice filled with despair and confusion, like a flame slowly extinguishing in the darkness. He was truly lost in that moment, as if he had been torn from his familiar world and thrown into an abyss of uncertainty, with no lifeline to cling to, no light to guide his way.*
His entire life had been dedicated to a single goal: to be better than the Gremorys, to prove that he didn't need them to be superior to everyone else, that his worth and strength didn't depend on his connection to the noble family. But now, the world had slapped him with reality, a blow that left him stunned and breathless, like a resonating strike to his soul. What he had said a thousand times would happen to Rias if she didn't mature and learn the truth about the world had ended up happening to him, like an echo repeating in the distance.*
He had no support, no resources, no money; he was dependent on the Gremorys... and that was a damn joke, just not one he found even remotely funny. The irony of the situation was cruel, as if fate were mocking him, reminding him that, despite all his claims of independence, he had always been a prisoner of his own ambition, a prisoner now without an escape, without a door to freedom.*
"We'll find something," Natsumi whispered, her voice like a soft breeze caressing Naruto's soul, bringing a spark of hope in the darkness. She was certain they would find a way to move forward, a path that would lead them to light, despite the dense fog that seemed to envelop them.*
"There's no point..." Naruto said in a defeated tone, his voice like an echo of the despair that seemed to have consumed his heart. "Everything requires money, and we have nothing." His words fell like an autumn rain, cold and desolate, reminding them that reality was cruel and merciless, that the lack of resources was an insurmountable obstacle blocking their path to the future.*
"I have nothing," Naruto affirmed, his voice completely defeated, like a sigh lost in the darkness, an acknowledgement of the desolate reality that seemed to have taken hold of his soul. His words fell like a stone into a still pond, creating an echo of despair that resonated in the silence.*
"You have me... and you have Delta-san... even that damn cat," Natsumi said, her voice filled with a determination that seemed to illuminate the darkness like a flame in the night. She tightened her embrace around Naruto, wrapping him in a layer of warmth and security, like a mother protecting her child from the storm. "That's something, Naruto-sama," she added, her voice a whisper carrying a promise of hope and renewal.*
Naruto couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the thought. True, he had his two loyal followers and Kuroka—it wasn't much, but it was something, a small start, a seed that could germinate and grow with time. And as the first great king of humanity had once said, "Every empire begins with a first rock, and I will become that rock," words that echoed in his mind like a declaration of determination and ambition.*
He had no resources; that was an undeniable truth. He wasn't like the second great king, born in the golden cradle of the throne of Uruk, surrounded by luxury and privilege. Nor was he like the third, raised in the omnipotent bosom of the dragon parents, with all the power and wisdom in the world at his fingertips. No, he was like the first, cast out into the streets like nothing more than a vile stray dog, with nothing but his own willpower and determination to survive. But like that man, he would rise, greater and stronger than anyone in this world, his spirit indomitable and his heart full of fire. But for now, he would simply heal the wounds left on his soul, mend the scars that marked his heart. And once he recovered, he would fight again, stronger than ever, ready to face any challenge and claim his place in the world.*
End of Chapter.*
Claro, aquí tienes la traducción de la nota:
Final note:
Yes, I know it's short, but that's because I wanted to make a transition chapter from the defeated boy to the determined warrior he will become in the next chapter, which is the journey to Asgard to try and hunt Fenrir.