AN: I originally wrote and published this story on FFN 10 years ago, with the last chapter of it published five or six years ago. I put the original story on hiatus, because after writing it for several years, I realized some of the characters had gotten so OOC, it needed a rewrite and restructuring. The story deserved it. It changed my life in a weird way, and I can honestly say I would not be where I am if it wasn't for writing and posting this story on here. And it's been fun returning to these characters and fleshing them out more fully. Especially now Shippuden has ended, and the Hiden novels, which play into this and change the path of the story significantly.

The story starts in between a few of the novels, several months before Naruto and Hinata's wedding (they aren't even dating yet). The pairings, since I couldn't put it in the summary or search keys are: Gaara/OC, Shikamaru/OC, Kiba/OC, Kankuro/OC, and Sasuke/OC.

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The Legendaries (Revisited): A Naruto Isekai

Prologue: The Prophecy

Hashirama Senju was often deemed the wisest of ninja of his tribe, and eventually in the Konoha. It was how he was named Hokage when the tribes joined to create the first ninja village, an alliance he hoped lasted a long time. As the wisest man, leading a small, but growing, village of ninja, he had learned the value of listening to his advisors. Which is why he was found this dark and stormy evening, nearing midnight, in his office, reading over a scroll just rushed over by Mr. Youshida's scribe.

Mr. Youshida was a long-respected soothsayer for the Senju tribe. For the past fifty years, his prophecies advised the Senju clan, earning them long lasting alliances and prospering decades. His gifts informed them of pending famines and floods, as well as the rising strength of the Bijuu. It was under Mr. Youshida's wise council that Senju take a wife from the Uzumaki clan, which resided at the Southern border of his growing country. According to Youshida, the Uzumakis had a strong binding kekkei genkai that would make containing the strongest of the Bijuu easier.

But now, Mr. Youshida neared his ninth decade of life. His sight was gone, but his visions, he claimed, were more prevalent and vivid. And more bizarre, if Hashirama was to be asked his blunt opinion. But given Mr. Youshida's long standing respect among the Senju clan and the Leaf Village, Hashirama believed that no matter how bizarre the newest prophecies he'd eschewed were, they would eventually become true.

He looked at the scroll again, a frown settling over his face. "This is …" he trailed off, trying to think.

"It's Mr. Youshida's final prophecy. He said it was imperative I see that you got it," Mr. Youshida's scribe stated, giving Senju a small bow.

Hashirama shot the scribe a rueful expression. "But it makes no sense." He then read it out:

"Five Ladies from another world

Each of hidden power.

One is Fire

One is Water

One is Wind

One is Earth

One is Spirit

Each with creatures to help their cause.

They come to help these chosen

Five men of strength and wisdom.

One is Sand

One is Beast

One is Shadow

One is Manipulation

One is Sight

These ten will help the one of Nine

To defeat the darkness soon to take hold of the World.

But these actions must first be completed

Otherwise we are doomed to fail.

Fire must melt Sand

Water must capture Beast

Wind must intrigue Shadow

Earth must vex Manipulation

And Spirit must heal Sight

If the battle is won

These ladies will reign and be prosperous for many years.

If not

Darkness will enslave the Earth

And all things good will disappear."

"Does this sound like a believable prophecy. Five girls from another world? You must be joking," Hashirama scoffed, tossing the scroll on his desk. His dark eyes settled on the scribe who only bowed again, respectfully. "And how do I prepare such a thing? Only a few of the powers listed for the men to possess could vaguely describe a few of the clans' kekkei genkeis. None of which Konoha has any dominion over." When the scribe didn't offer any advice or comment, Hashirama added, "So, what am I to do? Acquire these clans, and when the women decide to make their appearance, whenever the hell that is, arrange marriages?"

Again, Hashirama was met with a silent bow, and he huffed. "Say something."

"I'm sorry," the scribe offered. "I only write and deliver what he directs me to. He said it was imperative this was delivered before midnight."

Hashirama frowned at that detail. "Why midnight? That seems rather specific for something as vague as this." He held up the scroll to emphasize his point.

When the scribe only shrugged dumbly, Hashirama got up, a scowl settling on his face. "I guess I will ask him myself," the hokage growled, fastening the scroll to his belt. Hashirama stormed out, the scribe quickly on his heels as they walked through the village streets. The hokage found the Youshida complex, a small home nestled in a garden with orchids, a koi pond, and the steady tapping of a shishi odoshi. Hashirama banged on the door jamb, yelling, "Youshida! Youshida, explain yourself!"

The scribe ran past him, opening the door, calling out into the small house, "Mr. Youshida. Lord Hokage is here to see you." Hashirama followed the scribe down the hall, towards a room that he could only guess was Youshida's bedroom. "Mr. Youshida?" the scribe called again, kneeling next to his master. He nudged his master, only to stop as soon as his hand touched Youshida's skin. "He's cold."

Hashirama frowned, stepping closer. "Move," he ordered the scribe, who scrambled to the side as Hashirama knelt next to the soothsayer. The hokage reached down for Mr. Youshida's wrist, pressing his thumb into the vein. But there was no pulse. Hashirama dropped the wrist with a solemn frown. "He's gone." The scribe leapt forward, crying for his master as Hashirama stood, grabbing the scroll. He remembered the scribe had introduced it as Youshida's last prophecy. He cursed, realizing he should have known the soothsayer would know when he was to die. Meaning the prophecy could be decades, even centuries away. He let out a sigh, realizing what he must do. "Call a doctor," he ordered the scribe. The scribe looked at him confused as Hashirama held up the prophecy, stating, "I must attend this."

The hokage left into the darkness of the night, towards the Hokage's library of records and sacred texts.