Game of the Year: A Naruto Quest
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SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
[X] [HOMELAND] Land of Iron (Hard)
[X] [REASON] Your Parents are skilled craftsmen who were recruited by Konoha. (Very Easy).
Guys, land of Iron, craftsmen, you know what that means right?
CHAKRA BLADE! CHAKRA BLADES EVERYWHERE!
[X] [REASON] Your Parents are skilled craftsmen who were recruited by Konoha. (Very Easy).
Guys, land of Iron, craftsmen, you know what that means right?
CHAKRA BLADE! CHAKRA BLADES EVERYWHERE!
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[X] [HOMELAND] Land of Iron (Hard)
[X] [REASON] Your Parents are skilled craftsmen who were recruited by Konoha. (Very Easy).
[X] [REASON] Your Parents are skilled craftsmen who were recruited by Konoha. (Very Easy).
Akatsunami
The Bonetatoist
- Location
- Brazil
Insane/Insane is the way to get a street rat start in an alternative way right?
Nice, at least we are from the Land of Iron.
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
Gah, people always choose the tree huggers. Next up they're gonna want to save Hizashi and the Uchiha.
Only good thing is that Minato has just become Hokage, so that should put us in the year above Team Gai.
Only good thing is that Minato has just become Hokage, so that should put us in the year above Team Gai.
- Location
- Somewhere
Choosing the tree huggers was debated and could have been outvoted. The choice that gave us the samurai origin, like an idiot japanese isekai obsessed with katanaas, was close. And I'm not sure we are at the point in the timeline you say.
RedV
Refuelling
- Location
- Right here
Well, we have a good argument for not using katanas : we want to fit in like a good Leaf shinobi and not draw attention to our obviously Iron roots.
I'm not sure how the Reason fits this - Iron's structure and the nature of samurai makes it unlikely that we'd be a spy. I can see a bunch of reasons like rival Samurai killing our entire clan and us having to retreat, or going to Leaf to find the legendary Raijin sword if it's close, but those might require some actual clan background to know details of : we don't seem to have clan background.
Hmm. Maybe Orochimaru-sama made us into a sleeper agent, or we're a dead body animated by a rogue White Zetsu spore fusing with it?
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Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
Considering we have a mother coupled with the fact we are a infant or toddlere i doubt the Oro and Zetsu theory.
Kkutlord
Prince of Breath
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana
Honestly, I think the ??? Reason is distinct for each Homeland, either partially or fully. That's what I would do, so I can snicker as people avoid the other Homeland/??? combos thinking it'd be the same result. Alternatively, be amazed someone realized Very Easy/Insane is a super secret route, which is also a thing I would do.
You should read stuff more carefully
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- Home
No one can resist the mystery box, it's too damn tempting! It could be anything!
That's stupid. Konoha has lots of Sword-Users. The most notable is Sakumo Hatake.
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4. Satomura Daisuke
Vesvius
The Wicked God
"The Land of Iron," Mom replies slowly, with the air of someone long suffering.
The guard doesn't pay her attitude any attention. "Reason for immigration?" he asks.
From the way you feel yourself rise up slightly as Mom takes in the question, you're pretty sure she's just puffed herself up. "I hardly see how that's any of your business," she spits out. "All my paperwork is in order and has been cleared and approved by people far above your pay grade."
"Ma'am, these are routine questions that I have to ask anyone," the guard replies in the exact same tone he's been using. "I'm not seeing a reason for your emigration from the Land of Iron on these papers, and while I do see you have clearance from the border outposts, you'll need to-"
Mom makes a noise that's low and threatening, and the guard stops talking instantly. The air around you changes. Before it was laid back and boring, now it's tense and full of danger. Something is happening around you, and you can't see it.
"Sir," Mom utters. From her tone, she might as well have called him a worthless maggot. "I understand that people in menial positions such as yourself enjoy exercising whatever power you can. No doubt you had larger dreams that were ended when you offended one of your superiors or proved that your skills had reached their ceiling, and now you have to make us all feel your pain. I respect that, and in other circumstances I would no doubt applaud your goonery."
"But I have had enough. You have your answers. You have your paperwork. Either stamp it and stand aside or turn us away- and face the consequences."
Whatever the consequences are go unsaid, lingering in the air like the smell of donkeys and feeling of danger before them. But whatever they may be the reminder of them is enough to for the guard. There's some shuffling sounds, a stamp is applied, and the guard hands the paper back to Mom. "Welcome to Konohagakure," he grates out between clenched teeth. "May your new life here be pleasant and trouble free."
You don't like the way he stresses that last part and try to say as much. "Goo ga rumba!" you call loudly.
Mom sniffs, though in response to the guard or your well chosen words you're not certain. But whatever the case, she takes back her papers and nods to someone at her side. There's a crack of the reins and the cart below you wheels into motion. You pass through the giant blurry thing that you're sure is a gate in a wall and into Konoha proper.
The first thing that hits you as you emerge onto the streets of the village is the smell. Outside the walls, the smells were pretty normal. There was greenery, animal scents, and the ever present smell of people that pops up whenever a bunch of them gather. But inside the village, everything just seems… more. There are more of them, and different kinds. They're more potent, and they last longer. They're so strong that just a whiff of someone's wood smoke causes you to sneeze, and sneeze again.
Mom produces a cloth from somewhere and rubs it against your nose. But she's barely done before you're sneezing rapid fire, like a machine gun, as if your nose is trying to fight off a foreign invader. Mom wipes you again and looks over at whoever's driving the cart. "Is this normal?" she asks, a note of concern in her voice.
"Yes'm," he drawls back. The voice is distinctly different from Mom's. Where her words are sharp and precise and tend to stress the vowels, his are more like the guard's; laid back and drawn out. He's likely a native of, if not Konoha, at least the Land of Fire. "It's all that energy in the air. Really makes the senses go crazy. He'll get used to it quickly."
The driver isn't wrong- it's not just your sense of smell that seems stronger. The blanket you're swaddled with seems heavier and itchier, your tiny hat is practically molded to your scalp, Mom's skin somehow feels more real than anything you've touched before, in this life or…
Or…
Ok, this is troubling.
You know what's going on. You can still remember everything, from getting hit by the bus to standing in the void. But before that? Your parents? Your family? It's all fuzzy; like you were there for all those moments, but they happened to someone else.
The realization bothers you. Your parents weren't perfect, but fuck, they were your parents, and you loved them. And there was all your schooling, your friends, all the stupid video games you wasted a life playing? All more distant than before. Already you struggle to remember the fine details that once came readily. At this rate, it won't be long before all specifics are lost to you.
Your thoughts distract you as the driver takes you and Mom through the streets of Konoha. Before you know it, the cart is stopping. "Ma'am," the driver says, "if you would like to go ahead and alert the gentleman that we've arrived, I'll start unpacking your belongings."
"Thank you," Mom allows. "I shall." She hops down from the cart, pauses for a moment to stretch out her back, and takes the two of you to your destination. Which is… a house. You think. Fuck dammit, you want to be able to see right!
The finer points of what you're going to guess is your new home might escape you, but what does not is when Mom finds the 'gentleman' that the driver spoke of. You hear him arrive with a heavy set of footsteps, but more than that, you feel Mom stiffen beneath your head. You twist around as best you can to take a look at the newcomer, but she holds you still.
"We have arrived," Mom says without preamble.
"I've noticed," the newcomer replies. His voice carries the same Land of Iron accent as Mom's does. "Was there any unexpected difficulty to your journey?"
Mom shakes her head. "Just a particularly persistent gate guard."
The newcomer doesn't sigh, but his voice is frustrated when he speaks again. "What did you say to him, Manami?"
Again, Mom puffs up. "You do not have the right to address me by my-"
"I do," the man says, voice low. "I can call you by your given name. It might be rude, Manami, but I have the right. As does everyone else you meet. You had best become accustomed to this new reality quickly, lest you break the terms of your agreement."
"I-"
"Now by your leave, Manami, I must go soothe whatever feathers you ruffled in your attempt to assert yourself above your station. I suggest you make yourself at home."
His footsteps signal his exit. Mom waits for a long moment, as if to make sure he's really gone, before dropping into a chair. She holds you up in front of her, and for the first time you see her clearly. Mom is a beautiful woman. Fine features, long, well-maintained hair, just a dusting of makeup. But more than that, looking at her, you feel a deep contentment settle over you. This is Mom. She'll take care of you.
...is that a feeling the Game is putting in you? Or is this just something new from being stuck in a baby? Is-
You're broken from your burgeoning existential crisis by Mom placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. She smiles warmly at you as she looks you over again. "It was worth it," she says with the air of a mantra oft repeated. "It was all worth it for you, Daisuke. There was no amount of comfort, no amount of riches, that would make me regret my decision, my little gleam, because my decision brought me you."
"Gurgle!" you proclaim.
"That's right!" she chirps. "We may not have your father, and we may not have his palace or servants, and we may have to deal with that brute for only the gods know how long. But it was worth it."
You want to say something reassuring, because Mom certainly looks like she needs it. But your eyelids are growing heavy and a yawn escapes your tiny mouth. Mom giggles and cradles you once more. "Tired, Daisuke? Then sleep. We're in our new home now. Sleep without worry."
She begins to rock you back and forth, strengthening your drowsiness even further. As she does, she begins to sing in in a low, soothing voice.
"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep my prince and do not cry,
I will sing you a lullaby."
With her words ringing in your ears, sleep overcomes you, and the blackness of unconsciousness reaches up for you-
Only to be interrupted by a prompt.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY THE LEVEL 'Daisuke's Childhood (Land of Iron Bastard Tutorial)'?
[] Yes. You'll play the Tutorial and try to get your feet under you.
[] No. You'll skip the tutorial and go right to the good part.
The guard doesn't pay her attitude any attention. "Reason for immigration?" he asks.
From the way you feel yourself rise up slightly as Mom takes in the question, you're pretty sure she's just puffed herself up. "I hardly see how that's any of your business," she spits out. "All my paperwork is in order and has been cleared and approved by people far above your pay grade."
"Ma'am, these are routine questions that I have to ask anyone," the guard replies in the exact same tone he's been using. "I'm not seeing a reason for your emigration from the Land of Iron on these papers, and while I do see you have clearance from the border outposts, you'll need to-"
Mom makes a noise that's low and threatening, and the guard stops talking instantly. The air around you changes. Before it was laid back and boring, now it's tense and full of danger. Something is happening around you, and you can't see it.
"Sir," Mom utters. From her tone, she might as well have called him a worthless maggot. "I understand that people in menial positions such as yourself enjoy exercising whatever power you can. No doubt you had larger dreams that were ended when you offended one of your superiors or proved that your skills had reached their ceiling, and now you have to make us all feel your pain. I respect that, and in other circumstances I would no doubt applaud your goonery."
"But I have had enough. You have your answers. You have your paperwork. Either stamp it and stand aside or turn us away- and face the consequences."
Whatever the consequences are go unsaid, lingering in the air like the smell of donkeys and feeling of danger before them. But whatever they may be the reminder of them is enough to for the guard. There's some shuffling sounds, a stamp is applied, and the guard hands the paper back to Mom. "Welcome to Konohagakure," he grates out between clenched teeth. "May your new life here be pleasant and trouble free."
You don't like the way he stresses that last part and try to say as much. "Goo ga rumba!" you call loudly.
Mom sniffs, though in response to the guard or your well chosen words you're not certain. But whatever the case, she takes back her papers and nods to someone at her side. There's a crack of the reins and the cart below you wheels into motion. You pass through the giant blurry thing that you're sure is a gate in a wall and into Konoha proper.
The first thing that hits you as you emerge onto the streets of the village is the smell. Outside the walls, the smells were pretty normal. There was greenery, animal scents, and the ever present smell of people that pops up whenever a bunch of them gather. But inside the village, everything just seems… more. There are more of them, and different kinds. They're more potent, and they last longer. They're so strong that just a whiff of someone's wood smoke causes you to sneeze, and sneeze again.
Mom produces a cloth from somewhere and rubs it against your nose. But she's barely done before you're sneezing rapid fire, like a machine gun, as if your nose is trying to fight off a foreign invader. Mom wipes you again and looks over at whoever's driving the cart. "Is this normal?" she asks, a note of concern in her voice.
"Yes'm," he drawls back. The voice is distinctly different from Mom's. Where her words are sharp and precise and tend to stress the vowels, his are more like the guard's; laid back and drawn out. He's likely a native of, if not Konoha, at least the Land of Fire. "It's all that energy in the air. Really makes the senses go crazy. He'll get used to it quickly."
The driver isn't wrong- it's not just your sense of smell that seems stronger. The blanket you're swaddled with seems heavier and itchier, your tiny hat is practically molded to your scalp, Mom's skin somehow feels more real than anything you've touched before, in this life or…
Or…
Ok, this is troubling.
You know what's going on. You can still remember everything, from getting hit by the bus to standing in the void. But before that? Your parents? Your family? It's all fuzzy; like you were there for all those moments, but they happened to someone else.
The realization bothers you. Your parents weren't perfect, but fuck, they were your parents, and you loved them. And there was all your schooling, your friends, all the stupid video games you wasted a life playing? All more distant than before. Already you struggle to remember the fine details that once came readily. At this rate, it won't be long before all specifics are lost to you.
Your thoughts distract you as the driver takes you and Mom through the streets of Konoha. Before you know it, the cart is stopping. "Ma'am," the driver says, "if you would like to go ahead and alert the gentleman that we've arrived, I'll start unpacking your belongings."
"Thank you," Mom allows. "I shall." She hops down from the cart, pauses for a moment to stretch out her back, and takes the two of you to your destination. Which is… a house. You think. Fuck dammit, you want to be able to see right!
The finer points of what you're going to guess is your new home might escape you, but what does not is when Mom finds the 'gentleman' that the driver spoke of. You hear him arrive with a heavy set of footsteps, but more than that, you feel Mom stiffen beneath your head. You twist around as best you can to take a look at the newcomer, but she holds you still.
"We have arrived," Mom says without preamble.
"I've noticed," the newcomer replies. His voice carries the same Land of Iron accent as Mom's does. "Was there any unexpected difficulty to your journey?"
Mom shakes her head. "Just a particularly persistent gate guard."
The newcomer doesn't sigh, but his voice is frustrated when he speaks again. "What did you say to him, Manami?"
Again, Mom puffs up. "You do not have the right to address me by my-"
"I do," the man says, voice low. "I can call you by your given name. It might be rude, Manami, but I have the right. As does everyone else you meet. You had best become accustomed to this new reality quickly, lest you break the terms of your agreement."
"I-"
"Now by your leave, Manami, I must go soothe whatever feathers you ruffled in your attempt to assert yourself above your station. I suggest you make yourself at home."
His footsteps signal his exit. Mom waits for a long moment, as if to make sure he's really gone, before dropping into a chair. She holds you up in front of her, and for the first time you see her clearly. Mom is a beautiful woman. Fine features, long, well-maintained hair, just a dusting of makeup. But more than that, looking at her, you feel a deep contentment settle over you. This is Mom. She'll take care of you.
...is that a feeling the Game is putting in you? Or is this just something new from being stuck in a baby? Is-
You're broken from your burgeoning existential crisis by Mom placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. She smiles warmly at you as she looks you over again. "It was worth it," she says with the air of a mantra oft repeated. "It was all worth it for you, Daisuke. There was no amount of comfort, no amount of riches, that would make me regret my decision, my little gleam, because my decision brought me you."
"Gurgle!" you proclaim.
"That's right!" she chirps. "We may not have your father, and we may not have his palace or servants, and we may have to deal with that brute for only the gods know how long. But it was worth it."
You want to say something reassuring, because Mom certainly looks like she needs it. But your eyelids are growing heavy and a yawn escapes your tiny mouth. Mom giggles and cradles you once more. "Tired, Daisuke? Then sleep. We're in our new home now. Sleep without worry."
She begins to rock you back and forth, strengthening your drowsiness even further. As she does, she begins to sing in in a low, soothing voice.
"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep my prince and do not cry,
I will sing you a lullaby."
With her words ringing in your ears, sleep overcomes you, and the blackness of unconsciousness reaches up for you-
Only to be interrupted by a prompt.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY THE LEVEL 'Daisuke's Childhood (Land of Iron Bastard Tutorial)'?
[] Yes. You'll play the Tutorial and try to get your feet under you.
[] No. You'll skip the tutorial and go right to the good part.
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Ghostdevil
The Devil of Ghosts
- Location
- United States
[X] Yes. You'll play the Tutorial and try to get your feet under you.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Yes. You'll play the Tutorial and try to get your feet under you
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] No. You'll skip the tutorial and go right to the good part.
I know quests, they're slippery fuckers. Gotta be firm with em
I know quests, they're slippery fuckers. Gotta be firm with em
- Location
- New York
[X] Yes. You'll play the Tutorial and try to get your feet under you.
All aboard the voting train.
All aboard the voting train.