Arrival of the Great Uzumaki Naruto. [Completed]
Character(s): Uzumaki Naruto, Garnet 'Dagger' Til Alexandros, Yoda, Daxter and eventually Uchiha Itachi.
Content: Naruto arrives in Paixao, meets some new faces and a familiar one but then people start forgetting again!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
"Huh?" Blue eyes blinked owlishly at the sudden change of scenery. Naruto's mind not exactly comprehending the situation quite just yet.
One moment he was standing in the hall before the current Hokage's office, having received news of Orochimaru's death, and now he was suddenly standing in a weird white city with likes of which he had never seen before. What kind of genjutsu was that?
"Tsunade-baachan?" he questioned the air as he turned around, perhaps expecting to see the door to the office although he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to expect, instead he was staring at a huge gate made out of fake trees. Pretty...but it did not help his situation in the slightest.
He took a moment to analyze the situation, like a true shinobi would. Although it didn't last long for after 5 minutes he already threw his hands up in frustration. "What is this place!?"
If it was a genjutsu, for what purpose? Could it be Akatsuki? No...he concluded, it was no genjutsu. He couldn't sense any hostility or chakra around which also meant Tsunade wasn't there...or rather, he was no longer in Konohagakure. (And no matter how many times he had tried dispelling it, it just wouldn't work and his efforts were naught but a waste of chakra) But how did he get here? He turned around again to take a look at the city once more, noticing a booth not far off.
"Great! I can gather some information there." he nodded to himself and quickly made his way over to the booth. Before he could even open his mouth to speak to the man he had something shoved into his hands.
"Welcome to Paixao! What's your name, sir?"
"Uzumaki Naruto..?" he replied, looking more confused then ever as he watched the man write his name down. "Right then. Please enjoy your stay!" He couldn't even question the man further as he got shoved into the city as soon the sentence was finished.
"What the-?" He wanted to protest but the man had already busied himself with another person. "What was that for?" He muttered, mainly to himself, as he glanced at the stuff that he was now holding. A brochure and a...rectangular shaped thing.
"Pie-show?" He read out loud as he started making his way over to a bench and plopped down. What kind of name was that? First things first, he had to figure out what this place exactly was, how he got here and how to get out (he really needed to find Sasuke or at least Itachi, as Sasuke would most likely go after him now that Orochimaru was out of the way). So he eagerly read through the brochure as fast as he could.
"Journal, huh?" he stared at the rectangular thing (hey, at least it was orange!) after he finished reading. Flipping it open, he took a moment to stare at all the buttons before pressing them randomly. He really had no idea how it was supposed to work so he just sat there muttering to himself trying his best not to lose his temper.
Content: Naruto arrives in Paixao, meets some new faces and a familiar one but then people start forgetting again!
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
"Huh?" Blue eyes blinked owlishly at the sudden change of scenery. Naruto's mind not exactly comprehending the situation quite just yet.
One moment he was standing in the hall before the current Hokage's office, having received news of Orochimaru's death, and now he was suddenly standing in a weird white city with likes of which he had never seen before. What kind of genjutsu was that?
"Tsunade-baachan?" he questioned the air as he turned around, perhaps expecting to see the door to the office although he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to expect, instead he was staring at a huge gate made out of fake trees. Pretty...but it did not help his situation in the slightest.
He took a moment to analyze the situation, like a true shinobi would. Although it didn't last long for after 5 minutes he already threw his hands up in frustration. "What is this place!?"
If it was a genjutsu, for what purpose? Could it be Akatsuki? No...he concluded, it was no genjutsu. He couldn't sense any hostility or chakra around which also meant Tsunade wasn't there...or rather, he was no longer in Konohagakure. (And no matter how many times he had tried dispelling it, it just wouldn't work and his efforts were naught but a waste of chakra) But how did he get here? He turned around again to take a look at the city once more, noticing a booth not far off.
"Great! I can gather some information there." he nodded to himself and quickly made his way over to the booth. Before he could even open his mouth to speak to the man he had something shoved into his hands.
"Welcome to Paixao! What's your name, sir?"
"Uzumaki Naruto..?" he replied, looking more confused then ever as he watched the man write his name down. "Right then. Please enjoy your stay!" He couldn't even question the man further as he got shoved into the city as soon the sentence was finished.
"What the-?" He wanted to protest but the man had already busied himself with another person. "What was that for?" He muttered, mainly to himself, as he glanced at the stuff that he was now holding. A brochure and a...rectangular shaped thing.
"Pie-show?" He read out loud as he started making his way over to a bench and plopped down. What kind of name was that? First things first, he had to figure out what this place exactly was, how he got here and how to get out (he really needed to find Sasuke or at least Itachi, as Sasuke would most likely go after him now that Orochimaru was out of the way). So he eagerly read through the brochure as fast as he could.
"Journal, huh?" he stared at the rectangular thing (hey, at least it was orange!) after he finished reading. Flipping it open, he took a moment to stare at all the buttons before pressing them randomly. He really had no idea how it was supposed to work so he just sat there muttering to himself trying his best not to lose his temper.