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Naruto Clash Of Clans

Naruto- God of Wind

Tanaka Kazeo wasn’t supposed to be here. One moment, he was just another guy from Earth; the next, he’s waking up in Konoha as a four-year-old orphan—weak, powerless, and trapped in one of the deadliest worlds ever imagined. No system. No bloodline. No plot armor. Just his knowledge, instincts, and the sheer will to survive. With Konoha’s dark underbelly lurking beneath its surface, the whispers of war still echoing through the land, and monsters like Orochimaru and the Akatsuki looming in the distance, Kazeo knows one thing: if he stays weak, he dies. But he refuses to be another nameless orphan lost to history. From forbidden jutsus to deadly training, from political schemes to the battlefield—he will claw his way up, carving a future that even the gods themselves wouldn’t dare to predict. The ninja world is merciless. But so is he . Read his Journey to know further. *** Just give the First chapter a chance. You will be hooked. *** The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Due to reasons( explained in fanfic), his body will be weak in starting, with time he will become better. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest. What to expect: 1. Smart and consistent MC 2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage . 4. A lot of original arcs. 5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga/anime (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover is Ai made . It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully, I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward. Timing of upload will be either 6 a.m. or 6 p.m. for starting weeks.
StoryTeller_314 · 147 Views

The destroyer,of the clans,sects and factions.

A man cladded in a black rode walked up the mountain to finally meet his nemesis the guardian ancestors which is ironically led by his great grandmother,he looked back and all he could see where people he had already slaughtered he sighed" maybe I shouldn't have been born anyway" as if getting back to his senses he roared "I don't care,I make decisions and I don't regret them " his voice echoing through vast space that was filled with bodies,every step he took he remembered his losses all of them weighing heavily on him he paused then looked up and behold they where there waiting patiently for him he could smell their helplessness but that wasn't going to stop him from destroying them.on the largest mountain in the universe they stood waiting for him guardian ancestors of clans, sects and factions this people where literally gods but they couldn't help but swallow heavily,the nearer the harbinger of destruction came,the funniest thing is that they knew they couldn't beg,many of them actually wished he could spare them but they also "understood" he couldn't.Their leader the guardian ancestor of the clans sighed and spoke"Here he his everyone,my great grandson the one that has been destined to destroy and put an end to us finally,I hate to break it to you I'm out of motivation at this point it seems this the finally the end"then she clapsed her hand seeing her the guardians also clapsed their hands transferring their essence to their leader who was getting powered up every seconds,then the man arrived upon seeing them he scoffed"I can't believe the guardian ancestors are also making final struggles how touching" then he burst out laughing but the laughter was more of a pained one,all of a sudden his demeanor changed to a very cold and chilling one with a devilish smile he said"well pls put up a good enough fight"
spiritualwriter · 613 Views

Zero hours: Clash of legends

Prologue: Zero Hour In the vast emptiness of space, where the stars burned like eternal watchmen, they came. The Zeros, an alien race born from the Void Nexus—a dimension beyond the comprehension of mortal minds. They were not conquerors in the traditional sense; they were perfection incarnate, beings that believed the weak had no right to exist. And to them, humanity was the epitome of weakness. The invasion was swift and merciless. Earth’s defenses, no matter how advanced, crumbled like sand before the storm. Cities turned to ash, oceans boiled, and the cries of the fallen echoed through the ruins. Humanity, for all its progress and ingenuity, was powerless. The Zeros’ leader, Alpha Prime, declared Earth’s fate with chilling finality: “Your existence is a stain upon the cosmos. You will be erased.” But before the Zeros could deliver their final blow, the skies cracked with an unnatural light. A rift opened, and from it emerged a being unlike anything seen before. It was neither Zero nor human, neither beast nor god. Its form was ever-shifting—blinding light one moment, a shadowy abyss the next. It spoke, its voice resonating through the minds of all who heard it. “I am the unknown my kind is called Arbiter,” it declared, its tone neither kind nor cruel, “and I will not allow this annihilation to proceed unchecked.” Alpha Prime, unshaken, confronted the Arbiter. “Who are you to interfere with the natural order?” The Arbiter known as unknown response was simple, yet its weight crushed the very air around them. “Balance must be preserved. You claim to be superior, but you must prove it. Let the strongest of your kind face the strongest of theirs. Twelve against twelve. Champions of Earth against the champions of the Void.” The Zeros hesitated, their pride unwilling to reject the challenge. Humanity, desperate and beaten, had no choice but to accept. The Arbiter’s rules were final: Each side would choose twelve warriors. The battles would take place in a realm crafted by the Arbiter itself, where no weapon or trick could interfere. The victors would decide the fate of Earth. Yet, there was one twist. To the twelve chosen humans, the Arbiter bestowed a gift: the ability to reach their full potential—powers drawn from the essence of their very souls. The weak would become mighty, and the mighty would ascend to legends. Across time and space, the Arbiter began its work. From the shadows of history, it summoned Leonidas, the king who defied an empire; Joan of Arc, the saint who burned for her cause; and ten others, each with their own tales of triumph and tragedy. They awoke in the Arbiter’s realm, dazed but burning with newfound strength. The Zeros, too, gathered their champions—the Zero Twelve, beings bred for destruction, each more fearsome than the last. As the Arbiter stood between the two sides, it raised a hand, and the battlefield shifted into an endless expanse of shifting light and shadow. The first match was about to begin. “Let the battle commence,” the Arbiter intoned, its voice echoing with ancient power. “Fight not only for victory but for the legacy of your kind.” The fate of Earth would not be decided by armies or weapons but by the will of its greatest souls. As the first combatants stepped forward, humanity’s hope burned brighter than it ever had, for in the face of extinction, even the smallest spark could ignite a revolution. The hour of reckoning had begun. Zero Hour. **************
PerfectoDeNoir · 1.9K Views

Apocalypse: Clash of Worlds

Damien's life takes a drastic turn when the news of his father's assassination is broken to him at school. Amongst a barrage of other secrets, he soon discovers that the loss of his father not only earns him a position as the new CEO of Stanton Tech, but also the throne of an alien planet where his father ruled as a king. Still burdened with seeking to avenge his father, and the responsibilities that accompany both the position of a CEO and an heir to Arania's throne, Ayla—an Aranian warrior—informs him about an ancient prophecy. The foretells him defeating Ramos (a power thirsty Aranian deity), to prevent the occurrence of an apocalyptic merge of two worlds, wielding the dragon seed as his ultimate source of power. However, finding the dragon seed before Ramos proves almost completely futile, but not until he receives help from an unlikely source, in exchange for nothing. More twisted secrets begin to unveil themselves in a series of orchestrated events, until his trust for everyone around him gradually fades. Furthermore, all hope is lost when Ayla's constant visions reveal that the dragon seed, Damien's only chance at fulfilling the age-long prophecy, was destroyed after Ramos' arrival on earth. Should Damien fail to fulfill the prophecy and stop Ramos, both Earth and Arania will be doomed to suffer under his tyrannical rule, leading to the extinction of everything his father worked to protect, including both worlds.
Scribbler_1948 · 2.7K Views
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