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In the beginning there was one world. In this world there was only one being. It created an shaped all things as it wished it to be. It brought into creation all manner of life in all shapes and sizes, be they humans with the power of the life energy or beings made completely of metal. Over time it will into being a watcher to look over all that it had made.

For a time it was well, but over time things change. As time went on the creator began to rest. Tasking watcher to help cultivate the new lives he had made he took his leave of his waking world. The watcher ever diligent did as instructed by its maker, but always felt as if he was second in the eyes of his father. It began to resent his maker and the creations that it had made. Through its rage it began to dabble in matters it should not have an inserted itself into the different worlds its creator had made. One by one the worlds that it entered began to crumble and die away. It's rage consumed it more and more with each world that it laid to waste. In time it found a mate that shared use similar to its own. They tore through the world that hates me inhabited. The once faithful watcher from their began to lose its own identity, and as such hook up the name Deku.

In time the creator woke once more and can only look upon the waste its watcher had made. In it anger it cast a curse upon its once faithful watcher. Though once angelic being would now have the body of a mortal. Deku would rot away in time, paying for his crimes against its creator. With forlorn the creator turned eyes away from the worlds it had once made, feeling as if it had failed its once new creations. As such the worlds were allowed to develop on their own.

Thus we turn our eyes to a world of energy those of the mind and spirit. A world of ninja and Demons. A world of pain villages and criminals who could and the elements to their will. A world where a 13-year-old boy, a pariah of his own village would be orphaned and left to fend for himself. In time she waited accomplish great things and bring peace to his world. Though that time has yet to come. This boy of blonde hair and blue eyes will play a key role in the continued function of all worlds both his and not his.

He will not be alone, in his travels several of his classmates will be inside. The blonde gossiper, the lover of food, the child of bugs, and the boy of endless energy and strength. Even still this will not be his only companions. The great challenge he must face will take everything that he and his allies can throw at it. With the wind at his side and the energy of another in his soul, this boy will do what no other ever could. He will bring peace, peace to the multi-verse. This boy is named Naurto, and his journey begins now.

Likewise, there is another boy, a boy of another world. With red hair and teal eyes he has also lived a life shunned. But just as the boy of the other world has persevered so shall he, forging on with his blade and his companions alone. He has faced the oncoming threat all of his life. He cannot do it alone nor will he have to.

The convergence of the creators world is at hand. The sins of the watcher again begin to tear at the works of the creator. This boy of the blade named Wes shall be the first line of defense. In time the two boys shall meet and fight side-by-side. They shall journey from world to world. They will fight enemies beyond anything they could dream and go places beyond imagination. They will face heartbreak and joy, they will be broken and remade. Through it all their destinies will be made. They will find love and one will lose it. They will find friends and have them taken away. Their actions will shape the flow of time.

For now though we focus on one boy. The boy whose goal is to be the fire shadow of his village. The pariah Naruto, the reincarnation of the Sage of six paths. A future ninja and hero. Though this is not how we find, no we find the boy running, running on a day he should not be. The boy is running on October 10, his birthday and a day he fears. Running from the villagers, running for something he had no control over, just running.