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Chapter 159 To Hunt and Be Hunted
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Naruto descended into the dim depths of New Londo, his body still aching from the brutal training session with Andre. He limped slightly as he reached the edge of Rickert's cage. The blacksmith looked up from the delicate device he was tuning.
"You look like you got run over by a cart full of anvils."
Naruto let out a breath and leaned against the bars. "Try going twelve rounds with Andre and see how you look after."
He rubbed his jaw, still tender from the older smith's latest lesson. "Pretty sure he cracked my skull. Twice."
"No thanks," Rickert said dryly. "I prefer my head unshattered. So… how's the greatbow treating you?"
"It's aweso," Naruto said with a grin. "Feels like launching thunderbolts. Oh... also, quick question. Why didn't you ever teach about the Hawkeyes technique?"
Rickert paused, brows furrowing. "Because there are no hawks in Lordran."
"What?"
The Vinheim blacksmith turned fully toward him now, expression unreadable. "Where'd you even hear about Hawkeyes?"
"From Seigyer," Naruto said, scratching the back of his neck. "He told about it and even gave the tonic recipe. Said it's from one of Gwyn's knights, Hawkeye Gough."
Rickert sighed through his nose and held out a hand. "Let see the recipe."
Naruto fished into his inventory and handed over the parchnt. Rickert studied it for a mont, then nodded. "Just as I thought."
"Alright, what's going on? And give it to straight, none of that cryptic Vinheim nonsense."
"You want to know how the tonic works?"
"Obviously."
Rickert tapped the list of ingredients. "The tonic doesn't just enhance your vision through magic. It's a transmutation catalyst. One of these ingredients, specifically the essence powder, was originally derived from a hawk soul."
Naruto tilted his head. "So… you absorb a hawk soul… into your eyes?"
"Exactly," Rickert said, his voice calm but firm. "You alter the soul through alchemical infusion. And since the soul is the blueprint of the body: change the soul, change the flesh. That's how your eyes beco biologically hawk-like. But..."
Naruto scanned the list again, realization dawning. "There's no hawk soul in this version of the tonic."
"Right," Rickert said. "Because we don't have hawks anymore. Most wildlife either died out, was hunted to extinction, or fled when the curse of undeath corrupted Lordran. No hawks. No true source. That's why I never bothered teaching you about it."
"So… why did Seigyer even give this tonic if it doesn't have a hawk soul?" Naruto asked, frowning as he turned the parchnt over in his hand.
Rickert leaned back slightly, arms crossed. "Because even without the hawk soul, the tonic still has value. It conditions your eyes... enhances visual acuity beyond what normal humans can reach. Not quite hawk-tier, but still impressive for a sharpshooter."
Naruto smiled at that but then his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "My world has hawks. Tons of them. So if I bring back a hawk soul… I could complete the tonic. Actually develop Hawkeyes."
Rickert gave a quiet hum, then nodded. "That's a smart move. Just be careful... absorb a hawk soul no more than once a week. You're reshaping the soul gently, not trying to dominate it in one go. It'll probably take about a year to fully awaken Hawkeyes."
"A year?" Naruto muttered, not exactly thrilled by the long tiline but still, it beat tempting fate by breaking Lordran's rules. He'd learned the hard way that shortcuts ca with teeth. At least Hawkeyes had a known, tested thod. That was rare enough to be worth respecting.
His gaze drifted upward, curiosity flickering behind his eyes. "So if absorbing a hawk's soul sharpens my vision… what if I found sothing rarer? Like the soul of a lightning drake. Could I grow wings? Breathe lightning?"
Rickert's face hardened. "Don't."
"That bad?"
"You've already dabbled with magic, and your right arm is cursed. You, of all people, should understand that souls are not toys. You tamper with them too much, you lose yourself."
Naruto quieted. "…Then why is the hawk soul safe?"
"It's not," Rickert said flatly. "Absorbing any soul is a risk. When you take in the soul of a hawk, you're not just gaining its power... you're inviting its instincts, its nature, into your own. You'll have to fight it, deep within your soul, to make it yours. Win, and you take the first step toward developing Hawkeyes. But if you lose… the hawk's essence overwhelms your identity. You'll still look human, but inside, you'll be nothing more than a beast in a man's skin."
Naruto winced. "So either I get aweso eyes… or I turn into a freak of nature."
"Precisely," Rickert said.
Naruto sighed, crossing his arms. "Okay, then if sothing that small can do that, absorbing a drake soul would basically be suicide."
Rickert gave a single nod. "A violent, agonizing one."
"…Fair."
A silence passed between them before Naruto asked, "Then why am I able to absorb all these hollow souls without issues?"
"You're not," Rickert replied. "The Darksign on your soul is. It acts like a siphon, pulling raw energy into itself and converting it into stats. But that's different from direct absorption. You're not consuming the soul's identity... you're just taking its fuel."
Naruto's eyes widened as realization dawned.
"…Oh," he muttered, slowly lowering himself beside Oscar, who chirped and curled into his lap. Naruto chuckled, shaking his head. "That actually makes a lot of sense now. Like… a lot."
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Just shocked that all the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together," Naruto said, still smiling. "This world's insane, but it's got rules. Just… twisted ones."
He took a deep breath and looked up. "So, speaking of twisted… did you finish working on that magic gun I asked you?"
"You're speaking to the best blacksmith in Vinheim, kid. Of course I did."
Then the two began to strap the gleaming weapon onto Oscar's back. After which Naruto asked, "How do you feel?"
Oscar chirped, shifting his body slightly as he adjusted to the new weight.
The so-called "magic gun" was a masterwork of both worlds—Vinheim sorcery and shinobi fuinjutsu. Reforged from the Dragon Crest Shield, its outer shell wrapped protectively around Oscar's crystalline spine like armor. But within, it was a weapon system of frightening potential. Sorcerer's Catalysts had been hollowed to form twin barrels, running along Oscar's body, designed to channel both chakra and ambient soul energy into a focused, devastating beam. Etched along the interior were siphon and core seals—Naruto's own creations—pulling in raw chakra like a furnace.
Oscar chirped again, and his back pulsed with a pale glow.
FWOOM!
A crackling beam of crystal energy erupted from the barrel.
The sheer force launched Oscar backward like a cannonball. Naruto blurred forward, catching him just before he smashed into the wall.
The laser carved a tunnel of mist through the valley's fog, vanishing into the far horizon.
Rickert blinked. "What the hell was that?"
Naruto grinned. "It worked."
"I'm honestly more shocked nothing exploded..."
BOOM.
The deep, echoing blast cut Rickert off.
Naruto's eyes narrowed as he activated Hawkeyes. His vision tunneled through the fog and distance to lock onto the source.
A spire had been reduced to rubble. The water below it churned with the blast's aftershock, scattering stone and crystal into the air. Shattered fragnts floated like broken glass, catching the twilight in eerie glimrs. And from the center of the wreckage, crystals began forming—delicate at first, then pulsing with life.
Above them hovered a faint, flickering shape.
A Fire Keeper's Soul.
"Rickert," Naruto whispered. "You see that?"
"Mmm… yeah, I see it."
Naruto glanced at him. "When did you get binoculars?"
"Made 'em. Not much to do in a damn prison cell."
"You could leave the cage. Explore Lordran."
"NO."
Naruto frowned. That wasn't sarcasm. That was fear... visceral and real. He filed that away for later.
"Well, I'm going down there. Gonna grab that soul."
He handed Oscar over. The lizard clung to Rickert, chirping in confusion.
"Wait! Hold on..."
Too late.
Naruto jumped off the ledge and unlike Rickert's fear didn't drown in the water.
The young knight stood calmly atop the surface of the water, chakra gliding beneath his boots in rhythmic ripples. He turned, shot Rickert a cocky smirk, and then vanished forward in a streak of motion, sprinting across the misty water toward the ruins.
The air changed as he approached the drowning spire...
His breath ca in sharp puffs, visible now.
The unease settled in his chest like a hand pressing down.
His fingers twitched instinctively.
"Just grab it and get out. Quick in, quick out," he muttered.
That's when the water rippled.
Sothing was rising.
A shape, half-ford, born from the mist itself... long arms, impossibly thin. Cloaks of vapor flared out from ghostly bodies. Hollowed sockets stared out of twisted skulls. Their hands gripped rusted daggers, spectral and sharp.
Three of them.
Then five.
Then more.
Naruto stopped cold.
"Of course Lordran has actual fucking ghosts," he growled, heart pounding.
As long as he could rember, he'd hated ghosts. Not just fear... revulsion. Like sothing deep inside him had always known. Maybe it was his birth. Maybe it was being marked by the Shinigami. Whatever it was, Naruto didn't just dislike ghosts... he couldn't stand them.
They crept forward without a sound.
Naruto flickered backward, boots skimming the water's surface as the ghosts glided after him.
One lashed out—twin spectral daggers slicing through the fog. Naruto raised his arm on instinct.
Clang.
The weapon collided with the tal of his gauntlet, the blow sliding off harmlessly. Naruto's eyes widened—he could block it. He could hit them.
And if he could hit them... he could kill them.
With a surge of chakra, he ford the hand seal.
Poof.
A dozen shadow clones exploded into existence across the surface of the water, surrounding the advancing phantoms. Hands blurred. Air pulsed.
"Wind Style: Wind Bullets!"
A symphony of howling gales erupted. Dozens of compressed wind spheres tore through the fog, slicing through the ghosts like paper. Their forms twisted violently, warping under the pressure of the attack before evaporating into vapor and vanishing completely.
But one ghost surged forward through the chaos, blades flashing. It lunged.
Naruto t the thrust with a block, chakra pulsing through his gauntlet. The wind-sharpened edge of his strike severed the ghost's hand in a single, clean slice.
The phantom wailed as its weapon dropped... solid, clattering onto the water's surface before slowly sinking. Naruto caught it with chakra under his feet, kneeling to retrieve it.
[Item Acquired: Jagged Ghost Blade]
[Description: A cursed weapon used by the lingering spirits of New Londo. Its jagged edge bites through the intangible. One of the few weapons capable of harming the dead.]
Naruto turned the blade over in his hand, testing its weight, feeling the curse embedded in the tal. It humd faintly in his grip, reacting to his presence.
"Now that's gonna be useful."
He paused, staring at the cursed blade, then down at his own cursed right arm.
A thought crossed his mind.
Was I able to harm those ghosts… because of this?
With that thought echoing, he flickered back to the safety of the cave.
Rickert jolted from his seat, relief flooding his face. "Thank the gods. Must you always be so damned reckless?"
Naruto exhaled, flipping the jagged blade and catching it lazily. "They weren't that strong."
Rickert fixed him with a flat look. "It's not about strength. Ghosts are dangerous because they're untouchable. That one fact makes them lethal."
"Yeah, well... about that..." Naruto gestured with the cursed blade. "You need to be cursed to fight them, right?"
"There are two ways. Be cursed yourself… or wield a cursed weapon."
"Well, lucky , I have both options filled."
The blacksmith snorted. "How poetic."
"Funny," Naruto deadpanned. "You should try stand-up."
Rickert gave a tired shrug, the smirk lingering.
Naruto stepped to the edge of the platform again, gazing down at the mist-wreathed valley below. The water was still now, but the air still held the weight of sothing watching.
"Rickert," Naruto said quietly, "What even is a ghost?"
Rickert leaned back against the anvil, thoughtful. "A soul that refuses to let go. Fog, mory, lingering hatred... call it what you want. It's not alive. But it's not dead, either. It's trapped. Caught between."
"Do you think that ancient evil Beatrice fought… was it the cause? Did it curse New Londo like this?"
Rickert's face shadowed. "Can't say. New Londo's history is… murky at best. Lots of things are buried here... things better left untouched."
Oscar chirped from his perch, his tail flicking lightly as if to say, Don't get lost in it. Stay focused.
Naruto chuckled, ruffling the lizard's head. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Let the historians worry about the past."
Naruto threw the ghost blade into his inventory. "Well, Rickert... guess it's back to hunting drakes."
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Naruto paused at the edge of the bridge overlooking the Valley of Drakes, the familiar winds whispering through the jagged cliffs around them.
"You know…" Naruto said, tapping his chin. "I think I figured out why you recoiled so hard last ti. The core seal probably got flooded with too much chakra. Too much pressure all at once."
Oscar blinked up at him, his crystals softly pulsing with magic.
"With that last beam discharged," Naruto continued, "the pressure should've eased. Maybe now it'll flow smoother, yeah?"
Oscar gave an eager chirp, eyes gleaming. He raised his head, stance low and ready.
"Go ahead," Naruto said with a grin, stepping aside.
A heartbeat passed, then a brilliant pulse of white light shot from the lizard's back. A focused beam cut cleanly through the valley air, crackling faintly as it carved a path downward into the canyon below. No recoil this ti. Just controlled release.
Naruto gave a satisfied nod. "Looks like I was right. The seals need to vent chakra more consistently... can't let it build up like that."
Oscar's tail swished proudly, the beam fading into the mist below.
Naruto knelt beside him, gently adjusting one of the etched seals along the lizard's spine. "We'll refine the flow rate. Regulate chakra input with minor pauses between charges. That way you won't overheat your conduit again."
Oscar chirped in agreent, hopping once with renewed energy.
Naruto chuckled. "You're gonna be a walking artillery battery before this is over."
The duo stopped at the area where the great undead dragon had once blocked the path. The overlook gave Naruto a wide view of the valley below, where the wind howled and the drakes sotis slept along the cliffs.
Naruto knelt, planting the Greatbow against the stone, anchoring it with a practiced motion.
Far below, tucked into a shadowed crevice near the waterfall's lip, a drake lay half-coiled, its scales faintly shimring blue. A perfect angle. Just like Hinata taught him.
He took a deep breath. Then exhaled.
The arrow clicked into place. He drew the string back, the limbs of the bow groaning under the tension, and released.
The mont it loosed, the air snapped.
A deafening thundercrack rang through the valley as the arrow broke the sound barrier, slicing through air like a god's judgnt. It collided with the drake's reverse scale with a sound like steel tearing through stone.
The impact sent the drake thrashing, a shrieking roar echoing through the cliffs as it reared back, half-leaping into the air.
It was alive, and now furious but it didn't use lightning.
Naruto smirked. "Right. That shot disabled your breath attack. ans you're grounded, dumbass."
He reached for another arrow, calmly notching it. "Let's see how you like flying with one wing."
Just as he released the second shot, sothing veered across his line of sight. The arrow struck air then pinged sharply off an unexpected white projectile, knocked off course by an invisible force. The drake twisted out of range and began to ascend.
"What the hell?" Naruto whispered.
With Hawkeyes active, he scanned the direction the shot ca from and froze.
There, clinging to a distant cliff like a parasite, was sothing wholly wrong.
A warped mass of shell and claw, its body shaped like a shattered eggshell given monstrous life. Crab-like legs twitched beneath it, and a writhing black core oozed from within, tendrils snaking across its underbelly.
A glowing na tag flickered in his vision.
[Na: Vagrant (Evil)]
[HP: 1300/1300]
Naruto's eyes narrowed. "Oscar... kill that thing. Now."
The lizard chirped with uncertainty, casting a wary glance at the flying drake.
"It's okay," Naruto reassured him. "That drake's reverse scale is pierced. It can't use lightning anymore. I can take it. I just need you to make sure the bug doesn't screw with my shots."
Oscar's resolve hardened. He chirped once and began pouring chakra into his limbs, then leapt off the ledge. With a few expert motions, he burrowed straight into the stone, tunneling toward the Vagrant.
Naruto shifted his stance, swapping the bow for his tower shield just as the wounded drake roared in from above. Like a hawk in freefall, it dove claws-first.
He dropped low behind the shield, anchoring it like a bulwark of tal. The drake's jaws snapped down but t nothing. Naruto had used the shield's height to mask his movent, and as the creature landed, he was already in motion. From behind the tal, Naruto burst forth with a black Zweihander raised for a downward swing.
anwhile, Oscar erupted from the ground in a shower of dust and stone, popping up behind the Vagrant like a trapdoor springing open. The grotesque creature reacted instantly, lashing out with its massive claw.
Oscar didn't dodge.
Instead, he bit his own tail, spun forward like a chakram, and hurled himself through the air with chakra-enhanced speed. With a comical thump and a flash of light, he collided with the Vagrant's body, sending the creature skidding backward in a spasm of surprised twitching.
Oscar landed with a skitter, his gun barrels glowing faintly with charging energy. Light pooled at the edges of the barrels like twin suns preparing to burst.
The Vagrant paused, its tendrils twitching violently in recognition. Then, with a hiss, it fired a volley of pale white appendages snapping forward like barbed whips.
Oscar fired first.
Twin beams of crystalline energy lanced through the air in a searing arc. The rays cut through the darkness like divine swords, slicing several tendrils clean off. The remaining whips struck Oscar, but the reinforced armor around his body deflected most of the impact. He flinched but stood his ground.
Seeing that the beams alone weren't enough, Oscar spun, narrowed his eyes, and fired another beam—not at the Vagrant, but into the ground between them.
Then he ran.
He turned tail and darted off in a zigzagging path, goading the Vagrant to follow. The creature, more instinct than intellect, chased after him with writhing fury.
That was its mistake.
The glowing crystal energy embedded in the ground pulsed and spread, a lingering trap of raw soul magic. Any sentient being would've avoided it. But not the Vagrant.
It walked directly into the glowing field.
As soon as its malford legs stepped across the charged ground, the magic surged upward—threads of crystal snaked up its limbs, then its torso, and finally its core. The beast screeched, a horrible, gurgling noise as its flesh turned glassy and rigid.
Monts later, it was frozen in place—a statue of corrupted shell and writhing darkness, now silenced and inert.
Oscar huffed and turned just in ti to see Naruto slam his fist into the drake's chest with a one-inch punch delivered with flawless precision.
Poise Breaker left the monster's body frozen mid-roar, limbs locking up as the shockwave scrambled its nervous system.
Naruto didn't hesitate.
With a grunt, he raised the black-edged Zweihander and brought it down in a vicious, cleaving arc. The blade severed scale, sinew, and bone in a single motion. The drake's head thudded to the ground monts before its massive body collapsed in a heap behind it, steaming with residual lightning.
Silence returned to the valley, save for the fading crackle of static.
Breathing steadily, Naruto knelt beside the corpse and yanked free his prized arrows. He wiped the ichor off with a quick swipe and flicked them back into his inventory. Then, without ceremony, he placed a hand on the drake's chest.
A warm pulse surged through him as the creature's soul lifted from its ruined form, drawn toward Naruto's own.
With a flicker, Naruto reappeared beside Oscar, crouching next to the crystal lizard as he examined the steaming remains of the Vagrant. Its core quivered once and shattered into bubbling black goo.
[You have obtained:]
[300 Souls]
[Dragon Scale x1]
Naruto reached down, plucking the scale between two fingers. He turned and tossed a flickering soul drop toward Oscar. "Eat that," he said. "Grow up big and strong, yeah?"
Oscar squeaked excitedly, catching the soul midair with his mouth.
"You did good today, partner. That Vagrant was a pain in the ass."
Oscar nestled into his leg with a pleased chirp, tail flicking lazily.
Naruto looked up toward the far end of the valley. The wind changed. The air thickened. And far in the distance, he saw it.
Stormrend.
"Looks like I need to do sothing about these sonic booms. Every arrow I fire is like lighting a flare for every damn monster nearby." He shifted his grip on Oscar and raised his free hand. "Ti to bounce."
A warm light gathered around his body as he activated the Howard miracle. The spell took hold instantly.
Their bodies began to distort like shattered reflections breaking along invisible seams. They fragnted like glass caught in a kaleidoscope, folding inward and collapsing into glowing pieces. It was like reality itself was unraveling them, reassembling them elsewhere.
Just like that, Naruto and Oscar vanished from the Valley of Drakes, pulled away like puzzle pieces slipping out of place.
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Naruto adjusted the strap on his hip as he sheathed the reinforced Drake Sword into place. His Estus Flasks glimred faintly with golden light, recently upgraded with a Fire Keeper's soul. Another routine run through Darkroot Garden had left the golem knights shattered at his feet, and a glance at the tir confird he still had hours left in Lordran before the return trip ho.
He could've gone back to Andre and continued drilling Poise Breaker with his clones. Hundreds of them were already at work on it, but today felt like a good day to do sothing different.
So he turned and made his way toward the looming silhouette of Sen's Fortress.
At the stone bridge before the entrance, he found a familiar, round figure waiting with a welcoming energy that radiated even through steel.
"Sir Siegyer," Naruto said with a respectful bow.
"Ah! Young knight, how have you been?" Siegyer replied warmly, flicking a titanite shard toward Oscar, who caught it midair with a happy chirp.
"I've been good. Training, refining and pushing everything I can," Naruto replied. "Making use of every minute."
"As a knight should," Siegyer nodded. "A prepared blade seldom rusts. And how goes the vision? Have the Hawkeyes served you well?"
"They have," Naruto said. "But I also found a path to the real Hawkeyes... my world has no shortage of hawks."
"Splendid!"
"Still," Naruto added, "even if the real thing had been out of reach, your tonic would've helped. Thanks for trusting enough to share it."
"Thank you for accepting my actions in good faith."
"If you'd like, I could bring back so hawk souls. Maybe you could forge your own Hawkeyes?"
"Ha! A generous thought, my dear friend. But I already obtained mine in the Kingdom of Catarina, long ago." His voice dipped into nostalgia, tinged with pride.
"Wow…" Naruto murmured. He hesitated a mont, then asked, "Sir Siegyer, if I may, you're a master of the Zweihander, aren't you?"
"Indeed!" Siegyer puffed out his chest. "Though I must say, I'm quite surprised to hear you call it the Zweihander."
"Why?"
"Ah, well! In Astora, they call it the Astoran Greatsword. Zweihander... that's our Catarina na for it!" He let out his signature booming laugh. "It seems you've picked up so knightly knowledge along your journey, young warrior!"
Naruto humd thoughtfully. He hadn't considered that different regions would have different nas for the sa weapons. It was obvious now that he heard it, but still, good intel to tuck away.
"That said," Naruto continued, "I was hoping you could judge my swordsmanship. Help see what I'm missing."
Siegyer straightened, one gauntleted hand resting on the poml of his massive sword. "Ah! A noble request! Swordplay is a lifelong pursuit. Let us test your ttle, then!"
"Maybe we should find a better spot first," Naruto said, glancing at the narrow ledges and paths of the fortress behind them.
"Mm! A wise decision!" Siegyer agreed, nodding sagely. "No sense in knocking each other into pits before we even begin. Lead the way, young knight!"
Naruto gently laid Oscar down near the bonfire nestled in the courtyard's broken stone, the little crystal lizard chirping once before curling into a comfortable rest. With his partner safe, Naruto followed Siegyer toward the Undead Church, where as usual, three idle undead soldiers slouched around.
Naruto reached for his sword.
But before he could move, Siegyer raised a gauntleted hand. A faint shimr blood in his palm as a talisman spun into place between his fingers. Three radiant spheres of white energy shimred into existence around him like the Force miracle—but not like any Naruto had seen before. These weren't simple defensive pulses. They hovered with intent.
Then they launched.
BOOM.
The concussive shockwave cracked the air like thunder. A rippling force flattened the undead soldiers in an instant... no scream, no resistance, just vapor and bone dust in their place. The church doorfra groaned under the echo.
"That… was not the Force miracle," Naruto muttered, eyes wide.
"Hohohoho!" Siegyer chuckled heartily, already tucking the talisman back into a hidden pouch. "A variation, my young friend. Emit Force. A most useful technique in the field, especially when you need to make an entrance."
Naruto tried to hide the flicker of disappointnt in his eyes.
"Hmm? Sothing the matter?"
Naruto hesitated. "I just didn't expect you to be part of the Way of White."
"Ah," Siegyer nodded. "I take it your dealings with the covenant were… less than pleasant."
"You could say that," Naruto said flatly.
Siegyer's tone softened. "Mmm. Then allow to offer a bit of advice. Don't judge the whole tree by one rotten branch. A great many within the covenant are good-hearted. It's just the loudest fools that spoil the na for the rest of us."
Naruto humd noncommittally.
The knight turned to him. "Which denomination gave you trouble? If they're from Catarina, I'd be happy to speak with them."
"Denomination?"
"Indeed!" Siegyer bood, pleased to explain. "The Way of White is not a singular doctrine, but a series of regional denominations. Each worships a different aspect of the divine pantheon. Long ago, they were unified under Lord Gwyn. But after his noble sacrifice to preserve the First Fla, the pantheon fractured. Each kingdom honored a different god."
He gestured toward his own chestplate, where a small, engraved icon shimred faintly.
"In Catarina, we revere McLoyf, the god of dicine and alcoholic drink, and Caitha, the goddess of tears."
"Huh." Naruto blinked. "I guess that makes Thorolund the worshippers of Allfather Lloyd?"
"Indeed," Siegyer said with a slight sigh. "And if it was Thorolund who wronged you, I sympathize. But I've little influence over their branch. Their beliefs… differ."
Naruto smirked. "Don't worry. I already paid back the bastard who scamd ."
Siegyer didn't pry. Instead, he nodded solemnly. "Still, if you are open to it, I'd be honored to pass along so teachings from Catarina's denomination."
"You an… you'll teach Emit Force?"
"Indeed," Siegyer said with a spark of mirth in his voice. "And don't worry, I won't charge you."
"What's the catch?"
"Impress ." Siegyer raised his Zweihander and planted it dramatically into the stone. "With your swordsmanship, and the miracle is yours."
Naruto's grin widened. "Oh, it's on."
Even encased in his heavy Catarina armor, Siegyer moved with surprising grace—less like a walking fortress and more like a mountain that had learned how to dance. It wasn't arrogance he carried in his posture, but the seasoned ease of a man who had survived enough battles to know the rhythm of combat.
True to his word, the older knight had chosen to match Naruto's disadvantage, wielding his Zweihander with only his dominant arm. A gesture of honor… but also a clear challenge.
"Mmm! Ready yourself, young man. A knight must always be prepared!"
Naruto squared his shoulders and raised his blade, gripping it tight in his left hand. "Then let's see what I've got."
He dropped into a high guard, sword poised above his shoulder like an executioner preparing the final stroke.
Siegyer's eyes twinkled behind his helm. "A bold choice!"
Then silence.
The air between them stilled just long enough for the tension to snap.
Naruto lunged.
His Zweihander fell in a clean, vertical arc, the weight of it promising devastation.
CLANG!
Steel kissed steel as Siegyer t the strike in perfect form, his sword angled to deflect rather than absorb. The blow slid off his blade, turning Naruto's montum against him. The younger swordsman faltered, forced to shift his feet and rebalance as Siegyer advanced with a asured step, probing for weakness.
Naruto dropped into a low stance, his sword forward like a spear, his body coiled in readiness.
"Ah! Good," Siegyer called out mid-motion. "Protect your center, let your weapon guide you. But…"
He moved.
His Zweihander swept in a low arc, faster than it had any right to be given his size and armor. Naruto dodged by a hair's breadth, pivoting and twisting his grip into a horizontal slash to counter.
Siegyer caught it. Effortlessly. With one hand.
Naruto's eyes widened. No way…
"Hoh! Strong, indeed! But…"
BANG!
Pain exploded across the side of Naruto's helt. His vision blurred. He staggered back, disoriented, barely holding onto his weapon.
He hadn't even seen the strike.
Siegyer stepped back, giving him space. "The Zwerchhau, lad! A horizontal cut with a twist. Block the blade, shift your grip, and you catch your opponent off guard. It's the follow-through that matters."
Naruto shook his head, trying to clear the ringing. "Wait… I blocked that. How did you hit ?"
Siegyer chuckled, voice booming with good cheer. "A block ends a strike, yes, but a swordsman does not stop moving when his blade is stopped. Your defense was too rigid, too final. You must learn to think beyond the first contact."
Naruto exhaled sharply and shifted again, this ti dropping into The Fool.
His Zweihander hung lazily at his side, his whole posture open and exposed, like a man who didn't know how to fight.
Siegyer tilted his helm curiously. "Oh-ho! A trickster's stance, is it? Well now, this will be fun."
They moved again.
Steel rang across the stone courtyard, each strike a booming echo of timing, weight, and will. Naruto ducked and rolled, turned a parry into a strike, turned a mistake into montum. But Siegyer was always a step ahead—not with speed, but with knowledge. Every movent was calculated, his blade cutting not only through air, but through Naruto's assumptions.
And after an hour of sparring, Naruto dropped to one knee, his Zweihander planted into the ground like a pillar to hold himself upright. His breaths were ragged, his shoulder sore, but his grin stretched wide.
Across from him, Siegyer hadn't broken a sweat.
"That was quite the spar, young knight!" the older knight's voice bood. "Your master must have taught you well."
Naruto took a long swig of his Estus, the warmth sliding down his throat, dulling the ache in his limbs. "He only really showed the basics... how to swing a sword properly. Weak attack, strong attack... that kind of stuff. And that was with an Astora Straight Sword."
Siegyer's gaze drifted to Naruto's Zweihander, noting the subtle reinforcents and wear along the edge. "Ah! So you've found yourself drawn to the greatsword, have you?"
"I guess. Found it while running from skeletons near Firelink. Kinda just felt... right."
"Skeletons in the graveyard? Hoho! Nasty fellows. Tenacious, too." Siegyer chuckled. "And you developed your style on your own?"
"Mostly. I had a little help with the fundantals from a friend, but after that? I just copied moves from the enemies I survived fighting. Like a Black Knight once, watched how he moved and tried to mimic it."
Siegyer gave a satisfied nod. "Yes, I saw hints of it in your stance... tight footwork, disciplined grip... all very promising. But..." He tapped the flat of his blade to the ground. "Your cuts were lacking."
"My cuts?"
"Yes. You still think in terms of weak and strong swings, do you not?"
"Yeah, those are kind of the backbone of my technique."
"And there's the problem!" Siegyer laughed, raising his blade. "These are base movents, useful for dispatching mindless hollows. But against a living opponent? A clever opponent? You need more. Allow to show you sothing."
Naruto straightened, curiosity sparking in his eyes as Siegyer stepped forward, his Zweihander now poised like a teaching staff.
"There are three fundantal strikes. The foundation of all proper swordplay. We in Catarina call them the Drei Hauen... The Three Cuts."
He shifted into a classic guard, blade raised high above his shoulder.
"First: the Oberhau. It is the descending cut. Bring your blade down with full weight and intent. This strike smashes through guards and demands respect."
Siegyer brought the Zweihander down in a clean arc.
Naruto instinctively took a half-step back.
"Second: the Unterhau. It is the ascending cut." He lowered his stance, blade down and angled forward. "Used to catch your opponent off guard. Slice upward, through armor joints, beneath their defense."
With a twist of his hips, he launched the upward strike. It was fluid, almost elegant—and sohow vicious at the sa ti.
Naruto's brow furrowed. That was a move he'd never thought to use.
Siegyer adjusted again, this ti aligning his blade horizontally.
"And lastly... the Mittelhau. The flat cut. Swift, efficient, and ant to flow. It's your fastest strike, perfect for chaining attacks and catching opponents mid-motion."
The horizontal slash ca without warning, slicing through the air with shocking speed. No wasted movent.
Then Siegyer lowered his sword and turned to Naruto, his expression serious beneath the jovial tone. "These three: Oberhau, Unterhau, and Mittelhau are the root of all true swordsmanship. Everything else is a variation."
He paused, watching Naruto process every movent.
"So... what do you say, young knight?" he asked, smile returning. "Are you ready to learn not just how to swing a blade but how to wield it?"
Naruto exhaled slowly, lifting his hand with a glint in his eye.
Then, suddenly—POOF.
Siegyer blinked in surprise as dozens of Naruto clones appeared in a flash, each gripping their own Zweihander, mirroring their original with determined eyes and imperfect stances.
"What is this miracle?!"
"Shadow Clone Jutsu, Sir Siegyer! Anything my clones learn, I learn too. Real-ti experience."
"Fantastic, truly fantastic!" Siegyer bood, turning slowly to take in the ring of iron-clad warriors. "Then if you can learn so swiftly, I shall teach you the Five Master Cuts… and perhaps a few more I've picked up on my travels!"
Naruto's face lit up with excitent, but then... he paused. Sothing in his chest tightened. A strange, distant thought surfaced, connecting the mont with sothing unspoken.
His grin faded into a contemplative look.
"Wait… does this an I'm kinda your squire?"
Siegyer froze, blinking once. Then slowly, he planted his Zweihander into the earth, resting both hands atop the poml. His tone grew softer, more thoughtful. "A fine question, my boy. I suppose… if a knight takes the ti to teach, and a youth takes the ti to learn—eagerly, earnestly—then yes. That could be called a squire's bond."
Naruto's throat tightened at that. The word felt... heavier than he expected.
"But," Siegyer continued, his voice gaining strength, "titles are just words. A true knight is not judged by what they are called but by what they do. By their heart. Their deeds."
Then, with that characteristic sparkle in his eyes, Siegyer extended a hand. "So tell , Naruto. Would you like to be a squire of this knight of Catarina?"
Naruto stared at the offered hand for a long mont. Then he smiled and shook his head. "I... I'm already the squire of Oscar."
Siegyer didn't falter. In fact, his smile grew. "Good," he said, nodding with approval. "A bond between knight and squire is sacred. Not sothing to be replaced, not even by one such as I."
He tapped his armored chest with a gauntleted hand, pride in his posture. "Then let be not your master, but your fellow knight. A friend upon the path. A senior, perhaps, but not a lord. I shall guide your blade, Naruto… as a companion."
Naruto's throat felt tight again, but this ti for a different reason. He bowed slightly. "In my world… that kind of teacher is called a Sensei."
"Sensei..." Siegyer tested the word on his tongue. He smiled. "A fine title. One I shall carry with pride!"
Then, with the sa booming joy as always, he swept his Zweihander up into the ready position. "Now then! Let us begin with the first of the Master Cuts!"
The clones mirrored him as best they could, adjusting their grips, aligning their postures.
"The Zornhau!" Siegyer roared. "The Wrath Cut!"
Dozens of blades whistled through the air. So moved too fast, others stumbled. A few clones smacked themselves or each other with the oversized blades.
But Siegyer did not correct them harshly. He simply watched. Letting them make their errors. Letting them learn. He smiled, quietly, as one by one the clones began to self-correct.
"That's it," he murmured. "Learn with your body. Understand with your soul."
Then, softly, as his gaze drifted up to the cloud-dappled sky, he whispered under his breath, "Lin… my dear daughter… you wouldn't believe the amazing knight I've t on this strange journey."
The mont passed. He stepped forward once more, lifting his blade high.
"Co now, my boy!" Siegyer called out, voice ringing with pride. "The path of mastery waits for no one! Again!"
And together, under the quiet ruins and the flickering sky, a dozen blades danced in unison with each cut stronger than the last.
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Naruto returned ho from Lordran just as the sun began to set behind the hills. Training with Siegyer had been brutal. The knight of Catarina was far stricter as a teacher than his attitude suggested. And yet… Naruto found it fun. There was joy in the challenge, in the sweat and soreness, in earning praise that wasn't hollow.
He collapsed onto his bed, arm limp over the edge, and closed his eyes.
The next mont, they opened.
No dreams. No tossing. No rest. Just a seamless blink, as if his sleep had been edited out of his life. He blinked again, rubbing at his face, his body strangely refreshed but his mind left hanging in that limbo where sleep usually weaves dreams. It was like touching the void and coming back unchanged.
But there was no ti to dwell on it.
Light crept into the windows, golden and clean, and while the rest of the household shared breakfast, Naruto stayed inside the storage room, hovering over a makeshift cauldron he'd hamred together with Andre.
The contents inside boiled gently. An alchemical tonic laced with herbs, minerals, and rare reagents he'd gathered from Lordran. Flowers that glowed under moonlight. Ash from a burnt hollow. A drop of Estus. And finally, held between his fingers, the soul of the hawk.
He withdrew the soul drop from his inventory.
A soft, violet glow pulsed within it, like a heartbeat in a cage.
Naruto dropped it into the cauldron.
FWOOM.
Light surged from the liquid, casting shadows across the walls. The mixture hissed, turned clear as glass, then shimred with feather-thin ripples of gold. Naruto stared at it—this was it.
He lowered his head into the tonic, subrging his face. The mont his eyes opened beneath the surface, the world snapped away.
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Naruto opened his eyes and found himself not in darkness but in design.
Beneath his feet was a vast grid of pale, glowing lines stretching endlessly in all directions. A soul-world, patterned like an invisible weave of fate. Above him, blackness. Around him, nothing except motion.
Silhouettes danced across the glowing sh. They twitched and shimred like old thoughts trying to rember themselves. This was not a place of body but a battlefield of the soul.
A sudden screech tore through the emptiness.
A shadow streaked across the grid like a blade of light.
The hawk.
Towering, spectral, and angry.
It swooped toward Naruto in a blur, talons outstretched, its body shimring with the burn of a soul trying to resist integration. This wasn't a ta spirit, nor a noble totem offering power. It wanted to kill him.
But Naruto didn't hesitate.
In this realm, he understood. Magic had taught him this. Soul transmutation, energy flow, the push and pull of essence. Here, he was his chakra… pure, condensed will shaped like a boy.
The hawk dove, shrieking. Naruto flicked his wrist and a pulse of magic erupted from his core like a shockwave, disrupting the gridlines beneath his feet and sending resonance through the soulscape.
The hawk flinched mid-flight, but didn't stop.
Naruto shifted, his hand weaving a spellform instinctively.
The soul arrow struck the hawk.
Its talons passed through his shoulder—not slicing flesh, but rending his will. Pain unlike anything physical tore through him. But Naruto stepped into the pain, grabbed the hawk by its wings, and pushed—not physically, but with dominance of will.
The grid responded. It pulsed beneath them both.
Naruto roared. "You're mine now!"
The hawk shrieked again, but faltered as its form began to unravel. Light fracturing along its wings, its soul bleeding.
And then Naruto pulled.
Not into his hands, not into his heart but into his eyes.
The hawk's power rushed forward, a spiraling torrent of primal clarity and sky-born precision. His eyes burned, searing with white fire and for a mont, he saw everything. Every line in the grid, every silhouette in motion, every mory flickering in the dark.
The hawk was gone.
But not dead.
Its essence lived behind his pupils.
Naruto fell to one knee, chest heaving in the empty grid. He could feel it now: his eyes were no longer his alone. They had changed.
He stood, looking up into the black sky above the grid.
The silhouettes watched from the edges of mory, silent and still now.
And Naruto whispered, "I see you."
Then, the world shattered into light as a dream consud the boy.
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When man first saw a bird, you think he saw more than wings.
He saw freedom.
Not the kind written about in scrolls or promised by shinobi villages, but sothing older… more raw and untad. Freedom without walls. Freedom without rules. A life asured not in footsteps, but in wind.
And now, you are that bird.
No… not just a bird.
A hawk.
You are born in silence, from a shell of mory and instinct. Your first breath isn't air… it's altitude. You don't think in words anymore. You think in thermals. In the curve of a wind current and the shape of warm air rising off stone.
You rember the rhythm of wings.
You rember the sky so endless, it makes nas feel small.
You rember what it feels like to look down at the crawling shapes below, not out of arrogance, but out of distance. The way they move. Trapped by their roads and walls, carrying the weight of earth on their backs.
You rember hunting.
Not out of anger or bloodlust, but as a kind of truth. The mont of stillness before a dive. The mathematical curve of descent. The clarity that cos when instinct sharpens everything into purpose.
You live a whole life in that body.
You love the wind. You love the sky. You love the solitude.
But you never stop wondering if that freedom has a cost.
Are you free… because you are alone?
Is this sky yours… or are you just borrowing it?
There's sothing lonely in always looking down.
And then the arrow.
It cos not with sound, but with silence.
No warning. No shout. Just shock.
It pierces not just your body but the illusion.
Pain is a loud teacher.
You fall.
The sky you loved so deeply becos the enemy. Cold and fast and unfeeling. The wind, once your cradle, now screams past like betrayal.
As you tumble, you don't feel fear.
You feel… understanding.
So this is what it ans, you think, to be shot down. To be hunted. To be seen not as free, but as a target.
And as the ground rushes up like an answer to a question you hadn't asked, you rember yourself… your real self.
Naruto.
And you realize sothing else: Birds may fly because they're born with wings.
But humans?
You fight to fly.
You dream of it.
You make yourself be able to fly.
And in that, maybe you're freer than birds will ever be.
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"Sasuke, could you tell Naruto to co downstairs to eat?" Tsunami asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
Sasuke gave his signature grunt. "Hn."
He trudged up the stairs like a man going to war. As he reached Naruto's room, a horrific sll hit him square in the face. He recoiled like he'd been punched in the sinuses.
"What the hell… did sothing die in here?!" Sasuke gagged, yanking the door open.
A wave of noxious, glowing fus rolled out like a bad science fair project gone feral.
Inside, Naruto was sprawled across the floor like a fried fish, head dunked in what looked like Tsunami's favorite soup pot. His hair was soaked, his eyes wide open.
"Naruto! What the hell?" Sasuke coughed, covering his mouth with his shirt. "You trying to summon the dead with potpourri and poor life choices?!"
Naruto didn't move. Instead, he slowly turned his head, pupils dilated like dinner plates. "Sasuke…" he whispered. "I unlocked… my dōjutsu…"
Sasuke blinked. "You what?"
"I lived a life… as a bird."
"…I'm sorry, what?"
"A hawk," Naruto continued, eyes shimring. "I flew. I understood. And now… I see everything. Your chakra… it's a persuasive… blue-violet aura. Like blueberry jam… with… angst."
Sasuke stared for a long mont, slamd the door shut and walked back downstairs.
"Naruto's sleeping in," he said flatly.
"Oh," Sakura replied. "Everything okay?"
Sasuke nodded. "Yeah. He just needs an hour. And probably an exorcist."
"Well, tell him there's a special sparring session this afternoon," Kakashi said, though his voice lacked its usual laziness. There was weight in his words. A quiet edge.
He turned away, but his mind stayed upstairs on the boy who was no longer just a boy.
Sothing had changed.
And soon, everyone would see it. Not in a grand speech. Not in declarations or fanfare. But in steel eting steel. In a clash where instincts were tested, and the truth laid bare.
This wasn't just training. It was a reckoning.
Because when the sun reached its peak and the circle was drawn, the question wouldn't be who was stronger. It would be whether the Copy Ninja of Konoha still had the strength to take back what he once held… from the knight who returned from a land where even death had died.
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Author's Note:
On the Denominations of the Way of White and the Gods of Catarina
Full transparency: what you're about to read isn't official Dark Souls lore—
but that's the beauty of Dark Souls, isn't it? FromSoftware created a world so rich in mystery, ambiguity, and scattered fragnts that the lore almost invites players to beco archivists, theologians, and storytellers in their own right. So let pull back the curtain and explain so of the worldbuilding expansions I've added in this story, which are rooted in the item descriptions and world atmosphere we all know and love.
The Denominations of the Way of White
Let's begin with a simple item:
Emit Force – Dark Souls I
Outland miracle, foreign to the Way of White. Emits an expanding shockwave orb. Considered an alternative branching of Force.
Now contrast that with its origin miracle:
Force – Dark Souls I
Common miracle among cleric knights. Create shockwave. This quickly-acting miracle inflicts no damage, but propels foes back and defends against arrows. Cleric knights use this miracle when charging into enemy mobs.
What stood out to here was a single word: common. Force is a standard-issue miracle among cleric knights. The foot soldiers of the Way of White, a faith tied closely to the worship of Gwyn. But then Emit Force is considered foreign to that Way, even though it's clearly derived from the sa fundantal principle.
That suggests branching. Divergence. Interpretation.
Denominations.
In our world, religions often split over doctrine and praxis. Christianity, in particular, birthed multiple denominations such as Catholicism and Protestantism due to differing views on authority, ritual, and divine truth. The sa seems to happen here—Emit Force is the Protestant to Force's Catholic. A variant interpretation of a shared miracle. And the fact that it's described as an outland miracle only reinforces the idea that the Way of White may have fractured after Gwyn linked the First Fla. His absence left behind a pantheon without clear central leadership, and the followers of his light likely responded in different ways across regions and cultures. The miracles remained, but their aning changed.
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The Gods of Catarina: McLoyf and Caitha
Now let's move to Catarina, the land of round armor, honest hearts, and emit force.
Why did I choose McLoyf and Caitha as the primary deities of Catarina?
Let's look at the evidence.
Emit Force – Dark Souls III
Traditional miracle of Catarina. Releases a shockwave in front. The people of lands known for festivity and drink are typically outspoken. One can be sure that they will not bottle their emotions, instead venting anger and the like with confidence.
Here, Emit Force is no longer foreign... it's traditional. Catarina owns this miracle now. So what god would best suit a land described as festive, drink-loving, and emotionally honest?
McLoyf, the God of dicine and Drink.
But what of Caitha?
Blue Tearstone Ring – Dark Souls II
A ring set with a blue tearstone. Reacts when the wearer is in danger, temporarily increasing its wearer's physical defense power. Caitha, goddess of tears, mourns those who have lost loved ones by shedding pure tears of blue. It is said that the stone set in this ring is one such tear.
Now add this:
Blue Tearstone Ring – Dark Souls I
The rare gem called tearstone has the uncanny ability to sense imminent death. This blue tearstone from Catarina boosts the defence of its wearer when in danger.
The DS1 version outright says this tearstone is from Catarina. And we know, from the ga files, that Siegyer—who is like the face of Catarina—wears a Blue Tearstone Ring. That ties Caitha directly to the culture and faith of the land.
So between McLoyf and Caitha, we get a balance of healing, festivity, mourning, and emotional expression—traits that define the people of Catarina. Their miracles, their aesthetic, and their personalities all point back to these two gods.
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Historical and Cultural Parallels: Germany and Denominations
Why only two gods for Catarina?
Because real-world inspirations matter. The design of Catarina draws heavily from Germanic mythology and dieval German culture. Siegyer's na, armor, and even his weapon (Zweihander) all point to a Germanic root:
Sieg is German for victory
yer is a German surna derived from ier, aning leaseholder
Siegyer's na may be inspired by that of Siegfried, a hero of Germanic mythology. Like Siegyer, Siegfried has family mbers whose nas begin with Sieg, including his father Siegmund and mother Sieglinde.
And Germany, as you might know, is a land with two major religious denominations:
Catholicism
Protestantism
So it felt appropriate that the Kingdom of Catarina would mirror this structure. Two gods. Two perspectives. Not a sprawling pantheon, but a dualistic faith structure that reflects both cultural inspiration and religious evolution.
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What Did Siegyer Teach Naruto?
Let's talk swordsmanship. Specifically, what Siegyer of Catarina has been drilling into Naruto's skull because let's be honest, that man may laugh like a jolly onion, but his blade work is no joke.
The Foundation: The Drei Hauen – The Three Basic Cuts
Siegyer began by introducing Naruto to the fundantal forms of historical swordplay, inspired by Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA):
Oberhau (High Cut): A descending strike from above, typically diagonal.
Mittelhau (Middle Cut): A horizontal cut, quick and versatile.
Unterhau (Low Cut): An ascending cut, often used to break through defenses or intercept attacks.
These three are the building blocks of real swordsmanship.
Then Ca the Mastery: The Fünf isterhauen – The Five Master Cuts
This is where things get spicy. The Five Master Cuts are legendary techniques from the German school of swordsmanship and yes, I went full HEMA for this because Seigyer is from the fantasy equivalent of Germany.
Zornhau (Wrath Cut): A diagonal power strike ant to counter an incoming attack with superior force.
Krumphau (Crooked Cut): A deceptive attack aid at the opponent's hands or weapon, designed to destroy their guard and leave them open.
Zwerchau (Thwart Cut): A horizontal swing that counters high-line strikes.
Schielhau (Squinting Cut): A feinting strike delivered at an angle with a twist of the body.
Scheitelhau (Parting Cut): A brutal vertical downward strike ant to split guards down the middle.
And Naruto? He's learning them all. With Shadow Clones multiplying his training speed, he's absorbing years of sword knowledge in days. Combine that with his stat buffs and you've got a shinobi-knight hybrid who can duel hollows and ninja alike.
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You know what's absolutely hilarious? Dark Souls Naruto, in just the Wave Arc, has a deeper bag of tricks than canon Naruto. I'm not even talking about raw power—just tools, skills, and breadth of knowledge.
And here's the best part: he's only just getting started. I've got arcs planned that will take him to places no canon counterpart could reach—both in power and narrative depth. Yes, he's going to be powerful. Overpowered, even. But don't worry, I'm not handing him a golden path. Every strength has a cost. Every fight going forward? High stakes, high consequences.
Now I want to hear from you.
How strong do you think current Dark Souls Naruto is right now? On a scale from 1 to 10, how hard would a Naruto vs Kakashi fight be?
I've got my own notes on how this spar is going to play out, but I want to see if anyone can guess the real stakes coming up.
Let know what you think!
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[ Personal Note: First off, thanks a ton to all of you for sticking with this story. Seriously, you guys are aweso. Now, if you're interested in supporting on P@treon, let just say that over there, I post these massive 5k-word chapters. But heads up, if you're jumping to P@treon, you'll need to start from Chapter 77, since that's where this chapter lines up with the content there.
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