7 Prologue P.7
As Sasuke pieced together the cryptic clues hidden within the ancient scroll, a chilling realization dawned upon him. The arrival of Momoshiki and Kinshiki was not merely happenstance—it was foretold in Dio-Kaguya's diary.
"The scroll... it foretold their coming," Sasuke's voice was a whisper, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity as he unraveled the secrets hidden within its ancient pages.
"Kaguya was forming a new White Zetsu army to combat them," Sasuke's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with the weight of centuries-old prophecies and forgotten lore. "They are the threat greater than Kaguya—Seems we have our work cut out for us."
The revelation sent a shiver down Naruto's spine, his mind reeling with the implications of their enemy's intentions.
Momoshiki and Kinshiki's true goal became clear—they sought to capture Naruto, to extract Kurama's formidable chakra and bend it to their will.
"We mustn't let them capture you, Naruto," Sasuke's voice was edged with urgency, his eyes burning with a fierce determination to protect his friend at any cost.
With a small chuckle, Naruto was back in action, "Isn't always, that way?" thinking back to the Eye Of The Moon plan.
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[Auther: This will probably, seem weird and skipping a bunch of content...just watch the movie, cause nothing's going to change.]
The aftermath of the Otsutsuki attack left Konoha in a state of disarray, its once bustling streets now littered with debris and remnants of a battle fought on the edge of oblivion.
As the village began to rebuild, I found myself thinking. I hate thinking unless it's during the fighting.
He wandered the charred remnants of his home, his footsteps echoing hollowly against the desolate landscape.
With each passing moment, the memories of that fateful day haunted him, a relentless chorus of regrets and what-ifs echoing in the depths of his soul.
"Kurou, you okay?"
I keep hearing that, funny how no one's saying it though.
"I'm fine" I replied, forcing a smile that did little to mask the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he remembered his folly, his arrogance. He had dismissed Boruto as beneath his notice, blinded by his pride and insecurities.
"I thought...I thought I was something special," Kurou muttered, more to himself than to anyone. "But in the end, I was nothing more than a bystander."
Isn't it funny, how despite thinking yourself stronger, you got so badly outpassed that even you can't defend yourself?
Guess, I was wrong huh? Being a Jonin doesn't sound that bad, after all, I can still get a great job, marry, and be happy...
*tears drop*
Maybe, I'll develop a great Ninjutsu and get promoted or something? Maybe Konoha Elder?
*sighs*
Dreams end when the dreamer wakes up. Was it so wrong that I realized how sad it would be to even try and compare myself?
*dry laugh ensues*
After all, a slacker who rarely trains and is never serious about work, outpaced me in a matter of minutes, no point anymore.
Hah...
Haha...
"AHAHAHAHA~!" With his fingers, furiously scratching his face, a weird crying smile was made. "Accepting such a sad defeat? I refuse, I'll just get better, something even he can't top, something even he couldn't beat!" a stream of blood flows down, making the scene that much weirder.
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[Auther: I know, this chapter will be weird and probably get a bunch of hate, but sadly, I don't care. My happiness is my happiness, keep crying.
So, as you can see, my main character, Kurou the legendary orphan as usual. Is very mentally unstable but who isn't? Like seriously who made this show?!?!
Anyways, Kurou is going to get very strong and try to think of his personality as a self-destructive, Gilgamesh, so yes I might slide in a mongrel reference.
He's not getting any type of Kekkei Genkai, he'll make his skillset and stuff, so if you want to suggest anything, feel free.
I prefer fleshing out my inhuman characters through their daily life and stuff, so maybe that'll be slow.
Ciao~
