Okay, this is just an experiment. I'm at least partially sure that the crossover I did (Naruto x Harry Potter) is the reason why the story wasn't as successful as Gremory. After all, Harry Potter and Naruto don't have the best synergy of all in terms of fanfic, so I'll do this experiment to see if it's true or if my mind simply reached the wrong conclusion… anyway, the third anime with the most influence in the story was already basically DxD since one of the vassal families of the Udgard are the Phoenix… that implies Ravel finally has a Naruto as a guaranteed partner from the beginning.

But before we go to the chapter, a few questions.

Number one: Well, let's start with the basics. As you've probably noticed, unlike many others who write Harry Potter fanfiction, I don't see Snape as the misunderstood hero because, for better or worse, I read the damn books and know how incredibly hateful, petty, and unbearable he can be. And we all know that at the first sign that Naruto perceives an offense to him, he's not going to leave the school like Mordred did, but rather he's going to sic a member of his royal guard on him, and they are demonically violent... Well, the question I want to ask is, what should I do with him? On one hand, I could put him as a minor antagonist since frankly he's unpleasant enough to be a nuisance, but not enough for Naruto to want to kill him... Minato, on the other hand, well, we already see the opinion he has of Snape without even knowing him... and that's without Kushina, the mother hen, even debuting or knowing what the greasy spawn is like.

Number two: And a little less important, you've seen Naruto, or at least had a first look at him. He's a bit arrogant, yes, so he definitely doesn't fit into Gryffindor. In fact, he dislikes them for being the opposite of his worldview. What I want to ask is, which house should he belong to? Taking into account that he's about as likely to make friends as Gremory is to reconcile with her family.

Number three: And finally, the most important of all, who should be part of Naruto's royal guard, considering that a minimum requirement to be part of the royal guard is being at least of special grade (because if Jujutsu exists, more countries than just Japan, even Bodrio no Hero Academia understood that). Well, the point is that I have three of them perfectly decided.

Number 1: Alpha, the most skilled in weapon combat of the whole group and whose ritual technique is basically one of the three most powerful, being basically Kiba's Sacred Gear but well implemented since Alpha did receive training and instruction to use it to the point where she can create the Sword of the Executioner easily.

Number 2: Delta (yes, I've grown quite fond of her in recent years since I found out about her existence). She is the pure muscle of the group, and in terms of physical strength, she is the strongest, mostly thanks to her ritual technique that allows her to double the strength and power behind her blows the more damage she has received. And well, this version is capable of withstanding a damn supernova to the face without needing armor created from a god-slaying wolf, and coming out with a slightly singed face. The point is that she can literally withstand an obscene amount of damage and get stronger with it.

Number 3: Neopolitan (Neo for her friends... not that she has many). She is by far not only the one with the most broken technique of all, being able to basically create illusions powerful enough to directly make you believe you are dead, or directly deceive damn reality and make it say, "I'm sure something here is wrong... but since I don't know what it is, I'll let it slide," but she is directly the most powerful of Naruto's entire guard (ironically, she has to take orders from Alpha since well, Neo is mute and it's not like she can be trusted to command an elite group).

But those are the only ones I've been able to think of so far, so... any suggestions?

Oh, and for those who asked how many members Naruto's exclusive female guard has, I had already said in the clarifications that there were seven.

N/A:Okay, one thing before we start, and that is to expect many beatings for the golden trio from Naruto, and to a lesser extent from his family since none of the four members truly tolerate them, oh and in the end, I changed my mind taking into account what happens in "The True Dragon King," it doesn't make much sense for the Uzumaki name to have weight, so yes, now it's Naruto Udgard.

Chapter 1: A New Era.

Minato Udgard, the last of the direct descendants of the ancient first emperor, found himself absorbed, contemplating what at first glance appeared to be absolute nothingness. However, in the depths of his ancestral mind, one that had navigated more than thirty millennia in this world, witnessing the glorious rise and the inevitable decline of the two eras that followed the legendary reign of his grandfather, the founder of the first era, a torrent of thoughts kept him immersed in deep reflection.

If Minato had to be completely honest with himself at that moment… he would unreservedly admit that he was deeply worried. Over the past few years, he had perceived a series of unsettling signs and patterns, as well as truly alarming events that transcended the boundaries of the magical world he had sworn to protect since the dissolution of his grandfather's great empire, more than twenty millennia ago. Certainly, the changes that marked the second and third eras had generated unease, but never to the point of feeling the imperative need to intervene to restore the balance of this world.

However, the events of this era… those that kept him in a state of growing alarm, had intensified noticeably since a few years after the most horrendous event Europe had ever witnessed: the infamous Black Death. From that point on, the entire world seemed plunged into a constant and palpable imbalance, an instability that resonated in the very fibers of existence.

Thousands of years ago… long before the alchemist Nicolas Flamel conceived the idea of his stupid Philosopher's Stone, an artifact that, to top it all off, had been lost in the mists of time, the magical and non-magical population of the world maintained a precarious balance. They did not profess affection, of course; magical beings, imbued with ancestral pride and aware of the devastating power they could unleash upon reality with a simple gesture, coexisted with the suspicion and distrust of their non-magical counterparts. Even among the wizards themselves, a notorious envy flourished at the ability of some to manipulate the fundamental forces of the universe with mere intention, being able to reduce mountains to dust with a thought.

But, at least, in that distant era, the tensions between both populations did not escalate to the point of lethal confrontation. They preferred an existence of mutual indifference or, at best, a pragmatic coexistence based on a tacit agreement of "you ignore my existence, I ignore yours, let's feign superficial cordiality to carry out our affairs." Or, as his perceptive son used to summarize it with a pragmatic worldview, "pretend we get along so we can work together."

However, returning to the core of his current worries, the demographic situation was now one of his biggest headaches. Since the devastating Black Death, indirectly caused by Flamel's excessive ambition and his infamous Philosopher's Stone – whose creation, according to dark rumors, required the sacrifice of countless lives through a terrible pestilent curse –, the population balance had been catastrophically broken. The proportion of magical beings to non-magical beings had gone from a precarious equality to an alarming one in ten thousand, leaving a diminished figure of barely six hundred thousand wizards in the current world. Of course, this grim calculation did not include other long-lived and powerful races like his own and that of his beloved wife; after all, an elf of ancient lineage and a mermaid from the ocean depths were not at all human, and their magical abilities far surpassed those of the latter.

But his mind, always active and now even more restless due to the growing tension in the non-magical world since the cataclysm of World War II, had begun to wander through paths of disjointed memories and reflections, a constant disturbing element in his long existence.

And in the magical world, the outlook was no more encouraging. Gellert Grindelwald's foolish attempt to overthrow the Statute of Secrecy, ignoring the overwhelming numerical superiority of non-magical people – a ratio of ten thousand to one –, was, in retrospect, monumental stupidity. The most powerful magical beings, like himself and his family, lived placidly apart from human settlements, at the summit of the majestic Mount Tai, where, at the dawn of the first era, his legendary grandfather had fought an epic battle against the demon god Chi-Yu, emerging victorious and crowning himself as the undisputed king of the entire known world.

The primordial issue was that the most capable and long-lived magical races – the proud elves, the stoic dwarves, the enigmatic mermaids, the imposing dragonoids, and other ancestral lineages – completely lacked any inclination to get involved in a war against a race whose history was intrinsically linked to fratricidal violence, constantly perfecting increasingly horrible and efficient methods of annihilation. That was, after all, their peculiar "natural talent."

And as if Grindelwald's threat hadn't been serious enough, barely a few years after his capture and imprisonment in the abyssal depths of one of the magical world's most infamous prisons, a new Dark Lord emerged. Fortunately, this scourge did not spread beyond the shores of England, but even so, it managed to annihilate more than fifty-two percent of the British magical population in less than two decades. No one understood how or why he was stopped by a mere baby, and frankly, Minato harbored serious doubts about the veracity of the stories of the "boy who lived." In his extensive experience, there was no protection whatsoever, not even the legendary protection of a mother's love, capable of deflecting a direct killing curse.

The fundamental issue that weighed heavily on his mind was this: a deep worry gripped him. Countless events were unfolding simultaneously, weaving a complex web of threats that loomed over the magical world. Minato, despite his vast experience and individual power, felt overwhelmed by the magnitude of the challenges. He lacked the personal capacity and, even more pressingly, the necessary military resources to address and resolve each of the thousands of latent crises that endangered the safety and very existence of the magical population, and, above all, the integrity of his beloved wife and his two precious children. The feeling of helplessness in the face of the growing tide of problems slowly consumed him, intensifying with the certainty that powerful help had existed in the past and was now unattainable.

Now, more than ever in his long millennia of life, he yearned with a piercing intensity that his legendary grandfather had not made the momentous decision to dissolve the three formidable divine armies. Certainly, with the departure of the ancestral deities from the earthly plane – an event that followed his own grandfather's decision to abdicate after a reign he deemed sufficient, sealing himself in his majestic tomb alongside his imposing terracotta army – the logic behind the dissolution seemed understandable back then. However, in the perspective of the present, the awareness that the powerful Saints of Athena, the fearsome Mariners of Poseidon, and the spectral legions of Hades, forces that would be of inestimable value in the current crisis, are lost and beyond anyone's reach, including his own, revealed itself as an additional source of frustration and worry.

And this situation became especially frustrating for Minato, as the inherent arrogance of the magical community kept them anchored in a dangerous illusion: the blind belief that Muggles lacked the capacity to pose a significant threat. In their infinite stupidity, they continued to cling to the fallacy that possessing a simple wand granted them absolute power over the non-magical world, mistakenly imagining that the selective application of an Imperius curse here and there would allow them to control the threads of government with astonishing ease. They conveniently ignored, in their arrogant myopia, that the non-magical world had cultivated a sophisticated art of espionage for centuries, developing intricate networks and precise methodologies to identify infiltrators within their own ranks. This detection capability was dangerously facilitated by the obvious signs that betrayed the victims of the Imperius curse: slurred speech lacking natural intonation, a total absence of spontaneity in behavior, and, of course, the cursed eyes, windows to the soul that literally clouded over completely, revealing the puppet behind the human facade. Only a fool could overlook such anomalies.

Deciding to momentarily push aside those overwhelming thoughts that threatened to consume him, Minato dropped heavily onto his imposing throne of polished obsidian, the cold touch of the stone offering a fleeting contrast to the tension that gripped his muscles. He rested his temple on the back of one hand, in an instinctive and futile gesture to mitigate the piercing pre-existing migraine that had intensified due to the undeniable stupidity of the magical people, that very community he had solemnly sworn to protect for countless millennia. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he briefly closed his eyes, seeking a respite in the darkness.

– Father… are you alright? – The unmistakable warmth in the tone of Naruto's voice, his beloved eldest son, imbued with palpable filial concern, managed to rescue him from his nascent state of dejection. A hint of a small smile, faint but sincere, curved his lips as he looked up, allowing his eyes to fully rest on the figure of his firstborn, a beacon of light in the gloom of his tribulations.

With barely eleven years newly turned this past July, Naruto already exhibited a dazzling beauty, an undeniable legacy of his mother's ethereal grace. His skin, of an immaculate whiteness that seemed to radiate a soft luminosity, contrasted vividly with the intense crimson hue of his hair, which, due to a peculiar genetic trait that Minato had never fully understood, naturally molded itself into a hairstyle that evoked the dynamic dance of flames. His eyes, of a deep and crystalline blue, possessed the same serene and infinite tonality of the sky on a clear day. Without a doubt, his son was destined to become a true heartbreaker in his maturity… something completely expected, in fact, given his fascinating mixed heritage of a noble-blooded elf and a mermaid from the deep seas.

– It's alright, Hurricane… just the inherent worries of my position – replied Minato, trying to imbue his tone of voice with a serenity that did not reflect the whirlwind of concerns churning in his mind. Although his lips curved in a gesture that was meant to be a reassuring smile, the persistent tension in his features prevented that mask of calm from reaching the depths of his eyes. After all, the grim reality of the dwindling global magical population weighed on him like a slab of stone, making genuine joy, capable of illuminating his gaze, a scarce commodity in his daily reflections.

Naruto, of course, perceived the falseness in his father's smile with the sensory acuity that had accompanied him since his earliest childhood. That innate ability to read the emotions of others, to discern the true undercurrents beneath the surface of words and gestures, was a facet of his mixed heritage that had manifested since he was much younger than he was now, with his eleven years newly completed. However, instead of questioning the evasive answer, the young prince simply approached his imposing father, who, with an affectionate and automatic gesture, took him in his strong arms and sat him on his lap, recreating the familiarity and closeness of his younger years.

Truthfully, in the stillness of that intimate moment with his son, Minato sought refuge and solace in the ties that still bound him to the world, in the human warmth that mitigated the coldness of his responsibilities. Or, more precisely, he clung to the tangible presence of his loved ones as anchors in the midst of the storm, drawing from them the necessary strength not to succumb to the despair that threatened to engulf him. He had a brother and a sister, each with their own offspring, bearers of the continuity of his lineage. And then there was her, his wife, a dreamlike creature emerged from the ocean depths, a beautiful mermaid in the most literal and magical sense of the word, whose love and companionship were a constant beacon in his long existence. Finally, his two precious children, Naruto and his younger sister, represented his most valuable legacy, the promise of his perpetuation in the world, a luminous hope even in the face of the grim possibility that his own life might be extinguished prematurely. In them, he found the motivation to move forward, to face the growing shadows that loomed over his world.

Of course, Minato was fully aware that his young son still had a vast path to traverse in his growth and development. Despite his precocious maturity in some aspects, Naruto was still a child, albeit one endowed with a natural strength that far surpassed that of any average infant. His graceful and delicate-featured appearance could generate the superficial impression of fragility, but within him lay the potential of an ancestral ability, an innate ritual technique that, in its astonishing simplicity, held an almost limitless power of creation: the "Creation of All Things." This ability, although its name revealed the overwhelming magnitude of genesis, was an incipient gift that his son still had to learn to control and understand in its full extent.

– Actually, I'm very glad you came, Hurricane. There's an important matter I wish to discuss with you – said Minato, his tone of voice acquiring a gentle seriousness that immediately captured his son's attention. Naruto raised his angelic face, his curious blue eyes, as deep as the summer sky, fixed on his father's expression, silently questioning him. – It's nothing that should cause worry in your young heart, simply… the time has come to begin a stage of more formal and structured education.

– But you yourself hire private tutors for both my sister and me, Father – replied Naruto with a surprising tranquility for his age, his childish mind processing the information without understanding the sudden urgency of this conversation. His fine eyebrows arched slightly, denoting an incipient confusion at the unexpected direction of the dialogue.

– Well, my dear Hurricane… the institution I'm referring to is not merely a place for the acquisition of academic knowledge; its purpose transcends simple instruction. It is, above all, a crucible where you will forge valuable alliances and develop the essential skills to navigate the complex social dynamics of the outside world – explained Minato, perceiving the budding objection on Naruto's face, who was about to point out his already active social life. – I mean socializing with individuals outside the narrow immediate family circle, beyond the confines of the ten great imperial families and their numerous vassals – added Minato firmly, his words causing his son to close his mouth, understanding the implicit distinction.

Certainly, it was practically superfluous to try to improve the intricate web of social relationships that already existed between the heirs of the ten imperial houses and their vassal families. Each and every one of those young people, some already entering adolescence, had grown up practically together, sharing experiences and forging bonds from the cradle. While some families, such as the proud Silva, the powerful Uruk, or even the noble Pendragon, possessed an innate social ability and did not require additional instruction in that area, Naruto, as the future ruler, would one day find himself in the position of having to interact not only with his close family circle but with a vast range of lower-ranking nobles, representatives of other lineages, and a myriad of individuals from diverse backgrounds. This was a crucial skill he needed to cultivate.

– Which institution will you send me to, Father? – asked Naruto with a childish resignation, understanding the futility of debating his parent's decision and phrasing the question with the respect inherent to his filial position. Curiosity shone in his deep blue eyes, anticipating the answer that would define a new stage in his young life.

– Hogwarts – was Minato's laconic reply, observing with slight surprise how Naruto's face contracted into a subtle grimace of displeasure. – Is something the matter, my young prince? – he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, denoting his bewilderment at his son's unexpected reaction.

– Cousin Mordred doesn't exactly have the best memories or the most flattering words to describe the educational institution of her homeland, Father – commented Naruto with visible reluctance, his expression still marked by a slight frown. Despite his young age, he possessed a deep reverence for ancestral institutions, but the vehement accounts of Mordred, his older cousin, resonated strongly in his memory. On more than one occasion, she had vehemently confessed her profound abhorrence for the school that stood in her country, an animosity so intense that it had led her older sisters to make the decision to educate her in the safety and tranquility of their home.

– Well, my dear Hurricane, Mordred never formally attended that school, did she? – Minato reasoned aloud, trying to find a logical explanation for his niece's aversion.

– It was during the period that should have corresponded to her first year, Father – corrected Naruto with childish precision, vividly remembering the anecdotes shared by his cousin about her brief and unpleasant experience.

– Could you be more specific, my dear Hurricane? What specific accounts has she shared with you about her experiences at that institution? – inquired Minato, his tone of voice trying to maintain a serenity that contrasted with the growing unease that his son's words were beginning to sow within him. Mordred, despite having proven to be a girl of stubborn character, temperamental and remarkably unconventional in her ways, had never resorted to falsehood. If a single year at Hogwarts had been enough for her to still vehemently rail against that brief educational experience, even now at fifteen, then the oldest and most prestigious school in the magical world must harbor significant problems.

– Three main points stood out in her complaints, Father – began Naruto, adopting a pensive expression before continuing with a surprisingly accurate vocal imitation –. Firstly, her Potions professor is, and quoting her exact words with an indignation still palpable in her memory: "a greasy git who only dedicates himself to harassing and insulting his students for not possessing his same level of skill, and he's bloody biased in favor of the students from his own house." – As he spoke these words, Naruto's voice completely transformed, adopting the sour and slightly affected tone of his cousin Mordred with astonishing fidelity, a manifestation of the natural mimetic ability possessed by pure-blood mermaids.

A slight but significant twitch ran across Minato's eyebrow at this information. In his long life, he had witnessed countless teaching methods, but the idea of a professor who resorted to insulting his students was deeply repulsive to him. He considered that, especially for children just beginning their first-grade education, it was crucial to have the guidance of a mentor who cultivated their confidence and instilled in them a sense of personal worth. The antithesis of this was a bully disguised as an educator, someone who systematically degraded his students, making them feel small and incapable. The image of a first-year child, vulnerable and insecure, being the target of mockery and contempt by the authority figure who should inspire them, provoked a pang of displeasure deep within Minato.

Minato felt the sharp need to address this matter with Arturia. After all, she held the position of regent of the British portion of the magical nations, and the responsibility for ensuring the flawless functioning of its educational institutions rested on her shoulders. The mere idea that his niece Mordred's older sister had withdrawn her younger sister from Hogwarts at the first sign of difficulty was problematic, especially considering that the school had enjoyed an impeccable reputation and had been the subject of praise for more than a millennium.

– Anything else? – inquired Minato with studied calm, his tone of voice imbued with a tranquility that sought not to unsettle his young son, who, ultimately, had no responsibility for the possible failures of the educational system.

– Perhaps you would prefer an exhaustive list, Father… because, while I mentioned three main problems, the truth is that Mordred shared many more details with me – replied Naruto with palpable deference, repressing the urge to enumerate the plethora of aspects that had generated his cousin's disgust with respect to the supposed best magical school in the world.

A tired sigh escaped Minato's lips. Perhaps the time had come to take matters into his own hands and address the deep problems plaguing the magical world at their root… starting, perhaps, with problematic magical Britain.

– Yes… I would like that list.

End of Chapter.

Final Note: No, I do not give permission to upload my stories to YouTube, especially to Ti Fanfic Y Más, so because you weren't even smart enough to remove the author's notes or even give credit.