Nothing is good especially at heart

Ch. 1 : Prologue

"Flash back or creepy voice"

"Yelling"

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Hey guys hope you love this story read and review it at your pleasure. This is a story that I pulled off from reading The Once and Future King, A Song of Ice And Fire series, and a few naruto fanfiction stories that were nothing like this but had many medieval themes.

This story will include the following nudity, violence, gore, very bad language, some future lemons, and some rough and vivid scenes. I may feature this into two or three books, but I doubt I will do more.

Full Summary- This story's world and secrets will reveal itself as the story goes by. This story has middle ages themes and settings. Renaissance scheming families along with crime lords. Evil assassin organizations, and more that connect to cannon. Political up risings and wars. Myth's and lore that surround this world in veil of secrets. Exploration of the good and evil, along with the exploration of this world. There will be more coming along in this story read and I promise you readers you guy's will get hooked.

Rank of warriors known to this current world

Genin- square/page to tourney man-soldier

Chunin- hedge knight to various ranks or organizations like sailors (knightly vows are taken at this rank but aren't called knights yet)

Special jonin- Masters of arms, guild master for chunin ranks-lieutenant

Jonin- Knight to regional sword-captain

Missing nin's- sell swords, mercenaries, bandits and various names (knights aren't included because laws of chivalry can annul their rank)

Ambu- Kage guard, special police, Teutonic knights

King's men-these are powerful and great knights who are appointed by the daimyo or Kage to accept terms of being a lord, Lady, or even another daimyo.

Kage-Kage, militant vassal- general of Shogun/emperors troops

Naruto's chapter is next chapter!

Disclaimer –Hope you love this story I think someone else owns Naruto if I can remember.

The Prophet's Greatest Prophecy

The prophecy of eminent doom has always been laid out throughout past and the lands-

Will peace come to thy world as the day comes-

That is not known but even peace is just a word that's as powerful as sand-

A man of good and evil may be our only hope-

As dragons awaken and as the cold comes south-

The child of the prophecy will one day make a choice of great doubt.

Spoken by the prophet in 285 2nd Era

Prologue

Neji is my name but people remember me more by other names like flea piss or The Bone Snapper. It was odd to him why did he keep on remembering those damn names. It was a mission like this one that made men go crazy.

The world around the brown-haired man wasn't a pretty one or an ugly one. The Marsh lands south of Kiri were a desolate place. The trees were large and promised much timber, while the animals proved to provoke a man to both poach and not. That was what he needed to do, poach.

It had been days since he last had a bite to eat and for the past six days he had lived off of squire meat and his surroundings. He would have poached, but if he was caught on a noble clans land he could be punished. That was the last thing he needed especially from the Mizukage. Who would probably him for just getting some food on a lord's land. Yet now he wondered if any lord actually lived here or not?

But there was another reason more important than lord's needs, which was why he couldn't come down from the tree and leave. He remembered what Sir Femur said in that raspy coughing voice of his "you along with twenty-five men are to… agh… … go and scout the Marsh lands of our great empire against those bloody demon… rebels. If you meet anyone send a message to the capital or to Sil'lae. You will leave when we tell you to. If you meet anyone which you might not, kill them and send a message"

Yet it had been weeks maybe months he wasn't really keeping count. He sent Violas a man from Leon which was an island south-east of Kiri, to go to Sil'lae and send aid. His family must have been descended from Marzona which was a country off of Kaminari no Kuni (Lightning country) it was more of a chain of long islands than a country. He was Neji's apprentice who still had that young appetite for war.

He still had the Marzonic accent which he thought was nice it reminded him of his love. No, he couldn't think of her she turned out to be a monster.

The Marsh lands had an odd feel to it the watery mud was covered in bright green algae while cat tails surrounded the marsh land here and there. A nice place if you were a painter and not a sniper (chunin rank).

Neji opened the leather skin canteen where he kept some sake, which from time to time he would drink on duty (mainly during outpost work like this). He thought about his nick names he hated the fact how those things would never go away no matter where you went. The Bone Snapper it was a nick name he truly regretted.

But then again they rebelled during that long night. It was said that their own clan actually kept some of their own clan member's captive. It was snowing that night and he remembered firing arrow after arrow at the heads of those demons. The clan was never loved throughout the empire which was mainly the fact that they would rebel every now and then mostly because of their old heathen beliefs.

Even their coat of arms had the sigil of two skeletons dancing with swords around the armadillo their clan loved so much. Their motto was never dance with death but they were wrong though in the end, their whole clan danced with death that night.

Neji won fame from killing fifteen Kaguya clansman and women including Sir Okotte who was a menace in the field. He hated that night watching as a hopeless clan of degenerates led everyone including their own children to death.

Yet when he found out that his own beloved was a monster like those Kaguya. He never had the balls to kill her though, so he told her "You should leave me and this city now before I kill you. Just go, don't tell me or anyone where you go".

His head was a damn blurry mess when he came out of these thoughts; he needed food he had barely taken more than three long gulps of the sake and was already experiencing blurry vision. What was taking that damn boy so long; he should have been to Sil'lae and back three times by now.

Was Kiri under attack did the rebel's come from another direction than actually expected. Neji slumped down to a lower branch where he kept three black ravens and fastened the note inside the small lead quiver around the ravens leg and sent it free. Maybe just maybe they can give my brother the message and take pity on me for doing my job.

Neji slumped over on the branch and held the bow against his chest and started polishing it. He looked out across the marsh plains and saw a shadow maybe three-quarters of a mile away.

Was someone out there? No that wasn't right no one could be out there, there were no rebel's camped out there he would have known about it by now after however long he had been camped out here.

Yet out across those mud soaked and Siamese lizard plains was a man walking slowly along the mud used path. The path was highly elevated along a set of hills which was why it wasn't covered in the green algae water that covered this swamp.

He raised his bow and steadied the string along the chestnut wood so it wouldn't break. Many problems came to snipers in Kiri mainly because it rained, which was why Neji had always kept his bow dry. He knew what would happen to a sniper's bow when they got wet, and it was never good. The wood would expand and then it would start to rot which messed the accuracy up a lot.

He pulled out an arrow with white dove feathers from his arrow quiver and steadied it upon the wooden plank and waited. While waiting patiently for the man to actually move closer Neji slowly retracted his bow and began to drink a little more from the leather canteen.

The man was wearing a dark hooded cloak that covered most of his bodice and face which made killing this man a lot easier. He saw the perfect opportunity to fire and so he did, in less than a second the man fell down not far from the tree, with an arrow that must have hit him between his eye brows.

He saw that the man had a pack over his shoulder there must have been food in it I guess I might not die as of today. Neji wrapped his dart around his shoulder and slumped his bow around it too and then scratched his flee populated head.

His head wasn't always full of flees but if you're in the woods for many days they start to swarm. When he had been young he used to sleep outside a temple of the Prophet near a gutter. There was an abundance of flees there and when a priest brought Neji and his brother to the orphanage the beds were covered with even more of the pesky pests.

So the nick name flea piss was started because he came from Pivs'ua a town outside of Kiri, which was a Marzonic settlement. Although people thought the town sounded like piss, in Marzonic it was pronounced Vasa something that irritated him even today.

Neji slowly climbed down the tree but lost his grip and fell down the last seven feet. His ass gained a new mud soaked coat along with his already mud black stained pants. He made his way towards the body to see if the man truly had any food. He could have been a swamp dweller or a traveler, but then why would you take this desolate road where there wouldn't be any merchants around here for dozens of miles.

He continued to walk till he was hovering over the man whose head was deep down in the dirt and slowly pulled the man's cheap leather knotted backpack off. He sighed it was a peasant made backpack which meant it was best to get rid of this mans body.

Grabbing the still clothed dead mans ankles Neji heaved with what little strength he could exert, and dragged the man a little ways away from where the backpack was at. Pushing the body near the edge of the swamp water he ran back to finally get his desired necessity. If getting something to eat besides swamp squires, lizards, and pigeons (which were all uncooked and rarely encountered atop that damned tree) was possible. I might as well kill every peasant to get some.

Walking back to the pack on the muddy swamp ground Neji for the first time in awhile shivered as he got near it. It was getting colder by the day these day's but used to the cold. An odd omen such as this wasn't ignored in his mind as he grabbed the pack.

Well finders keepers, right?

He opened the pack up only to drop it… the bag smelled like decomposing flesh… the smell was toxic, blinding even though it was stench, the pack was both dank and watery around it's outer coat. Clearing his throat he opened it only to find junk and useless trinkets. Dozens of crumbled up papers, small metal cog wheels the size of pocket watch's, two numbed out papers, three broken phials with a strange liquid dripping out of them, and a small kitchen knife.

Neji feeling rage release from the core of his body laughed "Ha-ha... hee ha ha! That's funny! This is fucking funny!"

While laughing he swung the backpack to the ground displaying all of it's contents to the ground. Bloody ropes of long guts spilled out, dark crimson covered guts fell to be displayed. None of these things were as bad as the heart. Human hearts!

Looking at his hopeful bag of food and goods, Neji was all but oblivious to the dead peasant rising slowly to the ground.

"Grahhhhhhhhh" the screech that came out of the beasts mouth churned his growling stomach.

It charged going head and chest forward in his general direction. His mind was playing tricks on him there was no such thing as necromancy such as this. Only in tales or rumors of such happenings as this.

Neji slowly backed away but was too late. He was no human his skin was covered in dark mud stains leaving only spots of tanned skin, and the man smelled of rot. His teeth were black along with most of his tongue and he slowly crouched towards him. But Neji was quicker and he quickly fired an arrow giving the monster a gift of an arrow in its gut.

Then to his horror two monsters erupted from the swampy water to Neji's left and right. Four arms human arms grabbed his legs as the two monsters slowly pulled themselves above the green swampy water using Neji's body as leverage. Six glowing red eyes stared at me piercing my soul.

The monster with the arrow in its skin fell down to the earth and slowly started to regain its composer. It was as if it was immortal while this was happening an agonizing pain penetrated Neji's sides. The monsters started clawing at his sides with their long nails tearing through skin and muscle at a slow rate.

The cold smelly air of the swamp penetrated through his blood soaked shirt and cloak. Neji tried to go for his dart so he could stab them but he didn't have the energy for it. The monster to his left descended on his breast tearing at it while the one to Neji's right side started clawing with its sharp nails against his legs. This went on for what seemed like minutes until the third monster crawled to his collar and started to slowly bite around it.

Very few screams could have compared to his. Did he deserve to be eaten and cannibalized by these things? Wait… yes, he kicked his own wife out of the house the woman whose maiden hood he took on their wedding night.

The woman who was raising his own son, his heir, this was the Prophets wrath for leaving her. With what, ten silvers and a few more coppers, he had given her she may still be alive somewhere but certainly not here. The prophet said those that leave their wives and children are worse than demons.

But she was a monster a woman who had a Kekkei Genkai, was it wrong to choose your country over your wife? Yes, "there's a place in hell for harlots and molesters. But the ones who leave their wives and children for the wolves may as well go somewhere darker than the deepest abyss".

Neji felt cold but realized the clawing and biting had stopped the beasts slowly got up and surrounded him in a triangle. The rough spun rags around the things bodies were covered in his blood.

Neji looked down at his chest trying desperately to ignore the pain. He quickly realized they bit him in spots that weren't near major arteries, yet what did he know about that stuff he was no medic just a sniper scout trying to survive on a mission to spot rebel movement. Was that true? No, he remembered it a bit clearly now it wasn't an invasion to Kiri the rebels were planning. The rebels were on one of the islands being sought after for raiding a village. Sir Femur said that there were some rebels in this region but it might also be bandits.

He slowly and weakly pushed his hands down and stood up coughing up blood to the muddy earth while trying his best not to cry.

"You might have many questions… why your alive? What those things are? Who I am? I'll be nice and allow you ask one question" said a cold voice.

"Why … kuph … kuph … me" spoke Neji in a fit of bloody coughs.

It may have been the blood loss or the fear of those things. Yet of all the things he wanted to know or could have said to this asshole the words just came out of his mouth without any thought.

The man had a brown hood that looked cheap and ordinary. And oddly wasn't too muddy, especially at the place where they were at. Although he had a cold voice it held no merit, it was a voice that you might hear in a pub and you wouldn't even remember how it sounded.

"An odd question… the men I serve need men like you. Strong, loyal, and most certainly of all completely reliable to their more special superiors".

"A rebel then… kuph…" Neji saw an opening between the monster thing to his right and the one in front of him.

"A rebel… A rebel… I serve people of honor and can turn a man against himself in a second. We ar-" spoke the man only to realize he was speaking to the air.

"I'll fucking get you… you miserable fuck" words like those reminded him of the time he was caught with his brother peeping on women in the canals bathing, not that they weren't too.

It was getting dark and he had limped for what had to have been hours. This was the end. The man's yelling had grown distant, but he wasn't scary compared to his undead companions. Neji limped a few more steps, for the past few hours he kept telling himself that this was the only way to live. But that argument was starting to be questioned by the many miles he was from Kiri.

Even the dump of a city Sil'lae was, was completely out of his reach it was fifty miles away and in the past few hour of him limp running in circles. It was now impossible to tell North from South even east and west was a mystery due to the canopy of trees covering the moon.

"Gragg…. Graggghh… Graaaggggghhhh" the sounds of impending doom were near.

Even his brown hair and light yellow eyes stood up and closed. He hid behind a great oak tree waiting to see the man with the cloak appear from nowhere or to get killed by those monsters that tore his legs with their claws.

A tear slowly started to fall down to his nose. He was a damn horrible man but a quick death is better than being eaten alive. Going from the battle of Lorea (A big island far east of Mizu no Kuni that was taken over) and back during the third great war. From massacring a suicidal clan, to leaving his own wife, when death is nearing you it makes you want to think about these things.

Seeing glowing red eyes to his left Neji started laughing. As they neared him he stopped laughing and and made a limping bolt to where ever safety could be in this world.

"Fuck it" and with that Neji kept up his paste while running leaving a trail of blood to wherever he was going to go with no thought in mind.