As you have no doubt noticed I have removed a few of my stories from my list of published stories. Those storis have been moved to my Wattpad account where they shall remain and will not be published here again. Some wont even be republished as I felt no need to continue them as they were challenges initially before I took them up as my own. I may delete more as I am still debating on which ones I should keep or remove. I don't know how well this one will turn out but I hope it turns out better than the others I have written.

Summary: Spartans, the most dangerous warriors to have ever walked the earth. Their might has no equal, and few have ever met a Spartan on the battlefield and have lived to tell the tale. Trained from the moment they could hold something with their own two hands, they are a symbol of power and peace of their own. They fight with tactics that many would never dream of confronting head on and do not know the meaning of the word Surrender. They are taught that death is a natural occurrence and embrace the fact that to die in battle is the highest honor one could receive in their society. However, one day... a unknown god attacks the city of Sparta and destroys it and kills all who reside in the Spartan homeland... except for one. A true descendant of the Olympian Gods with more Immortal blood in his veins than mortal. Cursed to live, yet yearning to die this Lone Spartan must find out why his home was destroyed.

Enter, The Last Spartan Naruto Uzumaki. Son of Zeus the King of Olympus, Grandson of Poseidon the God of Seas, Great Grandson of Hades Lord of the Underworld as well as the Champion of Ares the God of War himself... the most powerful Demigod to have ever lived.

Spartan Naruto, Powerful Naruto, Naruto x Clarisse La Rue x Athena, Blades of Chaos Naruto.

In the time before the Titans. Before the Gods of Olympus. A great battle was waged. The wrath of the two True Primordial's, the very beings of beginning and end, forged the earth and raged out of control for an eternity. And from this rage, this madness of war, Gaea was born from the blood of Chaos and the mind of Order. Even in the age of new beginnings the two didn't cease their battling for dominion as their power swept across the land and their blood created Pontus the Primordial of the Sea. Even then, their battle did not cease. As Chaos drove his hand through the heart of Order, her last breath birthed Ouranus the Primordial of the Sky and as she fell to her death, she swiped off Chaos' head and created Tartarus as her enemies head crashed through the earth.

As Chaos died, his blood shot across the cosmos, Hemera the Primordial of Day and her twin Nyx the Primordial of Night were birthed into existence. And with that, the two True Primordial's finished the creation of the Universe and all its inhabitants.

Time moved on and Ouranus and Gaea birthed the Titans, Cyclopes, and the all powerful Hekatonkheire's from their union. However, disgusted by the sight of his single eyed and multi-dozen handed children; Ouranus created chains from Nyx's power and threw them down to Tartarus and shackled them to the chasm. Saddened by the mistreatment of her children, Gaea created a weapon from the power of her heart as well as the power of Night and Day and urged her children to use it to slay the Sky Lord. None of her children took it in fear that that would be killed by their father, but the youngest decided to listen to his mother and took the scythe and hid it away.

Making a plan to lure his father down to the earth, the youngest son of Ouranos convinced his brothers to help him. When the time came to enact their plan, the brothers leapt upon Ouranos and pinned him to the ground. Brandishing the weapon his mother created, the youngest of the Titans proceeded to hack apart his father into pieces. The blood of Ouranos burst across the globe birthing many creatures and animals such as the Centaurs and Satyrs. However, not all the creatures were good and so the creation of the monsters birthed the Furies. Neither Titan or God, mortal or shade. The Furies were bound to none for they were the guardians of Honor.

They were the enforcers of punishment and bane of all traitors. It was during the end of the Golden Age when the youngest of the Titan's named Kronos received a prophecy. The prophecy told of how one day a son he bore would overthrow him much like how he had done to his own father, and thus placed the emotion of fear into the Titan Lord. When he wed his sister Rhea he was content to live life normally and ignored the Prophecy to spend time with his bride. However, when he learned that she was pregnant, the fear of being dethroned grew ever more. And so, with the birth of his first child Hestia, he feared that even if she was a girl he would be removed from power.

And so...

He devoured her.

Rhea was distraught of her firstborn being ripped away mere minutes after having her child, and so vowed to extract her own form of revenge. Four more children would follow in their sister's footsteps as Kronos devoured them one after the other. And soon she found herself pregnant with yet another son. Worried and scared she lay upon her mothers bosom and asked how she should fool her husband. As much as she hated, she couldn't help but love him. He wasn't a bad person, far from it actually. He was just frightened at the prospect of being removed from power in a fashion similar to their own father. It was here, Gaea told her daughter what she should do.

Fashioning a baby from her own flesh, she told Rhea that when the time came, she would need to wrap the fake babe in a blanket while hiding the real away where her husband would not find him. Upon the promised day of the child's birth, Rhea had indeed fooled her beloved with the stone child and watched as he ate it right before her very eyes as he had done with the other children she had birthed. However, miles away the real child was being watched over by Metis, Titaness of Wisdom and Beauty. Years would pass in the blink of an eye for the young Zeus as he learned to fight and live on his own.

He had many grand adventures with the creatures his grandfather created upon his death, and knew that one day his destiny would come in time. But before he could reach his destiny, his mother informed him of hat he must do. Traveling to Tartarus, he spoke with the chained Cyclopes and the Hekatonkheire and told them of what was to come. However, before he could free them he was in need of a weapon. Luckily, the chained prisoners of the Sky Lord knew how to fashion weapons very well. Taking a spark of energy from Zeus body, they ripped the heavens apart and forged a weapon with no equal. The Master Bolt of Zeus.

The bolt in which all other lightning bolts are modeled after.

With his weapon, Zeus prepared for battle. However, even he knew he was no match for all the Titans on his own and sought advice from the chained uncles who had fashioned the most powerful weapon in existence. It was here that one of the Cyclopes formed the plan to make the Titans lose their place as the strongest. Fashioning a potion of mustard wine he gave it to Zeus and told him to give that specific wine to Kronos and wait. He would need to be patient and put on a act to ensure the Titans didn't suspect anything from the God who nodded in understanding. With his plan ready, the future King of the Gods released his uncles from captivity to allow them to work on other weapons for his siblings.

As this was happening, Rhea was informing her sisters about what was to happen. Only one would tell her husband and he would be spared any form of punishment from the gods. When the day came for Zeus to confront his father, he placed the disguise of a entertainer on and proceeded to dance around and make jokes at everything while he fed the Titans food and wine to ensure they would not fall for his trap. After several hours of feeding and drinking, the Titans couldn't tell left from right and Zeus enacted his plan. Feeding the potion to his father, Zeus watched as one by one his siblings were regurgitated as well as the fake rock form of himself.

The titans laughed at their lord for barfing and collapsed in a drunken heap allowing the six eldest gods of Olympus to escape undetected where they raced back to Tartarus so they could receive their weapons from their uncles so that they could wage war against the Titans. Months would pass and soon the first Titanomachy broke out. Aiding Zeus in their fight were the younger generation Titans with the exception of Atlas-Phobos-Prometheus and several more. Not only were the newer generation Titans helping, but so too were the Cyclopes and Hekatonkheire whose might easily brought multiple victories for the Gods as they hurled mountains across the sky one after the other with incredible ease.

Centuries would pass, and soon the Gods tasted victory at last. However, it wasn't for naught as the world was torn apart and could no longer sustain itself. As Gaea had lost lot of power trying to sustain herself, she could no longer keep the sky from crashing down, and thus Atlas became the Bearer of the World Pillar as punishment. Demeter helped out by becoming the Goddess of Harvest to ensure food was grown. Hestia took to the Hearth to ensure that anyone could find their way home. Poseidon, Hades and Zeus all drew lots on who should rule where.

Hades drew the lot that deigned rule over the Underworld, Poseidon the Sea and Zeus drew the lot for the Heavens. Of course it was rigged, but nobody else had knowledge of this except Hera who only did it so she could potentially become queen in her jealousy over Metis.

And so, time forged onward. The Hekatonkheire despite all their help, decided that the Titans who had been imprisoned needed guards and so took back to the depths of Tartarus to watch over their chained brethren for eternity. The Cyclopes took the time to hand craft the greatest city the gods had ever seen; Olympus so they could rule in peace. Metis had married Zeus and had become queen of Olympus and stayed by Zeus loyally regardless of what acts he pulled on earth. However, a new prophecy popped up. It wasn't like the one Kronos received, but it certainly put Zeus on the edge.

The prophecy stated that Metis would bear a son who would be far more powerful than him. This posed a problem as Metis was already pregnant with their first child. To prevent the prophecy from taking place, Zeus tricked Metis into taking the form of a fly and swallowed her. What Zeus did not know, was that Metis was pregnant with their daughter at the time. After swallowing Metis, Zeus wedded himself to Hera who was the Goddess of Marriage and Home and had multiple children with her. Hephaestus the Smith God, Ares the God of War, and many others.

Over time, however, Zeus eventually began experiencing terrible headaches so his son Hephaestus offered to put Zeus out of his misery by splitting open Zeus' head with his awl and hammer. While most of the other Olympians held Zeus down on his throne, Hephaestus banged his awl on his father's head with a mighty blow, creating a fissure, thick enough for Athena to squeeze her way out, after which she grew into a full-size goddess wearing armor, much to the astonishment of the other gods. Hephaestus subsequently stitched up the fissure in Zeus' head!

Despite the misgivings of the other gods, Zeus insisted that they welcome Athena into their ranks, and she officially became one of the Olympians, as well as the Goddess of Wisdom and Warfare. She taught the Greeks numerous skills essential for their evolution, such as mathematics, utilizing the oxen to plow their fields, and artisan activities such as weaving. She also invented the bridle, which enabled men to tame horses to be effectively used. Despite her being the Goddess of Warfare, Athena did not actually enjoy combat, but rather accepted it as an inevitable necessity at times, and was more focused on minimizing casualties and achieving victory through wise strategies. Hence, she quickly became Zeus' favorite daughter.

Soon a era of peace reigned over Olympus, and the world knew peace.

Until now.

-Land of Sparta 322 B.C.E-

Throughout the eons that Zeus existed, he had only truly been in love twice, and he married both women at different points in his life. One of them, of course, was his wife of many thousands of years, Hera – the Goddess of Familial Love, Marriage, Motherhood, and Women. The other woman, on the other hand, was not nearly as well-known as his official wife; her name was Metis, Zeus' first wife. The Titan Goddess aided the Gods in the war against Kronos and his army, and Zeus married her right after the war. He truly loved her.

But as history would suggest, power can break down any relationship.

After Gaea, the Primordial Goddess of Earth, prophesied that Metis will give birth to a son that will surpass Zeus in terms of power, his relationship with his wife was destined to fall apart. The need to preserve his throne and power over the world overpowered the love Zeus had for his wife, and the God of the Sky committed an act that he regretted to this day. He swallowed Metis when he discovered she was pregnant, trying his very all to prevent someone more powerful than him from being born – even if it would be his own son.

Of course, after that whole ordeal Athena was born from Zeus' head. At that moment, Zeus felt the anguish he had tried so very hard to bury; Metis was carrying a daughter, and because of his own desires he killed the woman he loved. Now Athena was the only thing that Zeus had of his late-wife, and she will always be his most precious and loved daughter.

The one thing Zeus never thought would happen was to meet a mortal woman that looked exactly like Metis did.

"Zeus~" moaned a lovely red haired woman as she hugged the muscular frame of her lover close. "I love you so much~"

The man on top of the woman grunted and moaned as he continued to thrust into his lover, trying make her feel as good as possible. It baffled the god that the beautiful woman holding onto him even felt the same as Metis did all those millennia ago. They had the same lavender colored eyes, same crimson red hair, same voice, same scent; even their skin felt the same against his skin. For the last six months he had been visiting this woman, Zeus had felt his suppressed feelings slowly bubble to up the surface, and he was falling in love with her, falling in love with Metis all over again.

"I love you too, beautiful."

Zeus kissed his lover tenderly on her lips as they continued to move in a synchronized form of dance that had been practiced since the existence of mankind; he made sure to avoid putting any weight on the woman's enlarged stomach, a sacred place that was carrying the child of a god. Like all his other lovers, Zeus found out the woman was pregnant with his child after their first night together, and now she was six months along. Only three more months and Zeus would have his youngest child.

"Zeus!" cried the woman as she felt her climax take over her.

Zeus grunted as he closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, sending more of his godly essence into the chalice of his lover. "You are amazing!" muttered the god as he rested his body on top of his lover, being mindful to shift his center weight to the bed so he wouldn't harm the baby. "I haven't felt like this in so long."

The woman giggled in bliss as she pulled her lover down to a searing kiss. She wrapped her legs around Zeus and kept him on top of her, making sure to keep his essence inside her for as long as possible. Their tongues clashed as they expressed their mutual love toward one another; the only thing that mattered at that moment was their love, all their surroundings were completely ignored as they reveled in their bliss.

The two lovers, locked inside their own bliss, were oblivious to the fact that they just fulfilled an ancient prophecy.

And their union will bear fruit in just another three months.

-three months later-

The wailing of a newborn could be heard through the hut as a new life was brought into the world. The prophecy had been fulfilled. While it wasn't Metis who had completed the Prophecy, certainly things had fallen in order for it to be completed. The seers of Sparta had told of a Blood Moon so bright it showed crimson as blood. The stars would shine all blue through the red nighttime sky and shine down upon the earth as a baby wailed it's heart to the heavens. The chamber maidens heralded the child as a boy much as the seers had spoken of. A child with golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes that shone like crystal waters unlike anything ever before seen.

The mother held her newborn child in her arms with a proud smile, "Welcome to the world, my little Maelstrom. My dear precious Naruto." she named him.

-Years Later-

It had been roughly 19 winters since the birth of one Naruto Uzumaki son of Kushina Uzumaki daughter of Poseidon and granddaughter of Hades. (Which is ironic because the three brothers could hardly stand one another so it was a wonder how the brothers slept with the daughters of their brothers to procreate) From a young age, Naruto was hardly ever with his mother, having been taken away the moment he had been born to be seen if he could become a warrior worthy of Sparta. It wasn't known to outsiders, but the Spartans had a strict policy for training future soldiers of their land. The male babe's that showed no potential in their eyes (As judged by the seers and prophets of Helios himself) were literally thrown into a pit full of other dead or dying children.

Literally left to die mere hours after their birth where they were ripped from their mother's arms... well not literally ripped from their mothers arms but you get the idea. To test their constitutions, Spartan infants were often bathed in wine instead of water. They were also frequently ignored when they cried and commanded never to fear darkness or solitude. To many a Greek, these "tough love" parenting techniques are so admired by foreigners that Spartan women were widely sought after for their skill as nurses and nannies.

Those who showed potential were left to a set of boys roughly the age of 12 winters old to raise them until they were seven. They would teach them what they knew, and if they failed to teach them properly the older two would be punished for being bad teachers rather than the younger two students who were only following the orders of the two older males. At age 12, the young boys were deprived of all clothing save for a red cloak and forced to sleep outside and make their own beds from reeds. To ready them for a life in the field, the boy soldiers were also encouraged to scavenge and even steal their food, though if detected they were punished with floggings.

Much of the Spartan agoge involved typical school subjects like reading, writing, rhetoric and poetry, but the training regimen also had a vicious side. To toughen the young warriors and encourage their development as soldiers, instructors and older men would often instigate fights and arguments between trainees. The agoge was partially designed to help make the youths resistant to hardships like cold, hunger and pain, and boys who showed signs of cowardice or timidity were subject to teasing and violence by peers and superiors alike.

Even the young Spartan girls were driven to participate in this ritualized hazing. During certain religious and state ceremonies, girls would stand before Spartan dignitaries and sing choral songs about the young men of the agoge, often singling out specific trainees for ridicule in order to shame them into stepping up their performance.

And of course they cannot forget the annual Cheese Festival.

(It's not as fun as it sounds, believe it) It was a rather brutal form of training for the lads as they tried to get a wheel of cheese to eat.

One of Sparta's most brutal practices involved a so-called "contest of endurance" in which adolescents were flogged—sometimes to the death—in front of an altar at the sanctuary of Artemis Orthia. Known as the "diamastigosis," this annual practice was originally used as both a religious ritual and a test of the boys' bravery and resistance to pain.

If they could withstand any form of pain they could fight longer, resist more fatal injuries in battle and whatnot. The men of the village would use whips to smack the boys' bodies as they tried to steal a cheese wheel to eat, and those that weren't lucky would of course have to hunt their meals for the night. Wine was a staple of the Spartan diet, but Spartans rarely drank to excess and often cautioned the younger children against drunkenness. In some cases, the older men would even force Helot slaves to get wildly inebriated as a way of showing young Spartans the negative effects of alcohol. It was a lesson many took to heart and kept with them.

Now, Spartan society didn't discourage romantic love far from it, but marriage and childrearing were both subject to some peculiar cultural and governmental constraints. The state counseled that men should marry at age 30 and women at 20. Since all men were required to live in a military barracks at 20 years old until they reached 30, couples who married earlier were forced to live separately until the husband completed his active duty military service. (Which was why many a husband sneaked away to see their wives in the night)

The Spartans saw marriage primarily as a means for conceiving new soldiers, and citizens were encouraged to consider the health and fitness of their mate before tying the knot. In fact, husbands who were unable to have children were expected to seek out virile substitutes to impregnate their wives. Likewise, bachelors were seen as neglecting their duty and were often publicly mocked and humiliated at religious festivals.

After turning 12 the young boys of Sparta would get students of their own to raise from infancy and the cycle would repeat itself over again. At the age of 17 winters the trial of adulthood would come, and they would put themselves to a test of sorts to prove themselves ready to join the ranks of Spartans.

Failure was not a option when it came to this test.

The villagers would hire merchants from foreign lands who did not know their customs and would send two of the... graduating boys to hunt them down. And by the meaning of Hunt, it was meant Kill. They would watch and follow their target in silence and when they were not expecting an ambush they would come up from behind and slit the merchants throat before slipping away with the item of interest (Aka the thing they were meant to steal). Very few failed this test, and those that did were punished severely. It only happened once every century or so so it was extremely rare for a failure to occur amongst the Spartan trainee's who wanted to prove themselves to the older generation Spartan Warriors.

After showing the success to a superior teacher they were allowed to forge their own sheild and spear and paint it as a final gift on their own.

Forged from the harsh world, they are turned into machines of war unlike any other. And the greatest honor one could receive was to join the Spartan 300 led by King Leonidas himself. Of course that was if the group survived the war with the Persians in the upcoming days. Today one such young man had been inducted into the ranks of Spartans. Naruto Uzumaki, son of Zeus had finally become a man worthy of Sparta. His inherent gifts from his lineage made him a better fighter yes, but his skills when he learnt them were hard to match. Sure there were other demigods in the ranks, but none as well bred as he himself was.

A master tactician, a silent creeper, excellent water based battle planner, and of course high altitude ambush planning. There was more to his impressive resume of skills no doubt, but he was a Spartan through and through and war and battle flooded his veins like any other demigod of Olympus. Naruto is the epitome of what a Spartan soldier is in that he is essentially made for battle. He is exceptionally tall, standing at a height between 6 and 7 feet, in which, due to his status a warrior, he is at his peak physical condition. He has tanned skin and a red tattoo going down the majority of his upper body and up to his face from beneath his chin. On his face, besides the aforementioned tattoo, he has a scar on his right eye from taking a sword swing to close for comfort.

Naruto wore the standard Spartan light armor that all received to do battle with. On his back was his hand made shield that he would either bring back from many glorious battles... or be carried back upon if he fell in battle. Spartan mothers were known for their do-or-die approach to military campaigns. Spartan women have sent their sons and husbands off to war with a chilling reminder: "Return with your shield or on it." If a Spartan trooper died in battle, he was viewed as having completed his duty as a citizen and was buried with honor to his name. In fact, Spartan Law mandated that only two classes of people could have their names inscribed on their tombstones: women who died in childbirth and men who fell in combat honorably.

For those few Spartans that knew the meaning of retreat, they only had one thing they could do. Either redeem themselves in combat as only a Spartan warrior could... or death by ritual custom.

Today, everything would change.

-Dawn-

Fire burned brightly, screams echoed across the sky as the great city of Sparta was torn apart. Naruto Uzumaki pushed the gigantic rock off his fellow Spartan and rolled him over, "Commander Deimos!" he called out to the warrior, "Commander wake up!" he commanded only to receive a groan, "Well, better than having to carry out back on your sheild sir." he said as he raised his toga, better safe than sorry "Time to wake up." he said as he released the dredged yellow rain onto the general.

It was sure to get him punched in the groin but if it woke the man up then it showed just how genius he was at thinking on the fly.

A yell of annoyance ripped itself from the Spartan general as Naruto quickly halted his actions as he looked down at the glaring general, "What the blazes are you doing boy?" he demanded.

"Waking you up sir, there was nothing I could use to rouse you and I had to improvise." ok so it was a half lie, but he wasn't about to tell the man that. Many Spartans piss on each other when they didn't feel like dropping a cup of wine or water on the other. In truth there was a puddle three feet away, but he didn't want to waste time splashing it into his face.

Deimos groaned in annoyance as he stood up, "What's the situation boy?" he demanded.

"The city is under attack... we don't know who it is, but from the descriptions... it's a god and not one of our own." he answered.

"Dammit, we were caught off guard. How many have fallen?" he questioned the blonde.

"Unknown. I was ordered to retrieve you immediately before I was engulfed in a flame of sorts sir. The second legion is missing as well as the fifth and eighth. And with the Spartan 300 battling the Persians we are all but defenseless, we are lost without a leader sir!" Naruto said loudly.

"Gods help us." Deimos prayed as he Naruto helped him to his feet and he looked around at the devastation. Another explosion rocked the land forcing the two warriors to raise their shields up to block a rain of dirt, "Where is General Octavia?" he asked Naruto.

"Dead, he died shortly after commanding me to find you to rally the men sir." Naruto answered as he picked up a rock and threw it towards the west as a large shadow and heard a scream of pain, "We have lost countless number sir, what are your order's?" Naruto asked him.

"Order the remaining men to gather at the base of the mountain. Order all others to flee the city and find shelter elsewhere until they return home when called upon. I hereby promote you to my Second in Command, you hear me. You are now granted title of Commander." Deimos stated.

Naruto nodded his head, "Yes sir!" Naruto gave a traditional Spartan Salute as he placed a fist to his chest and bowed his head. There was no time for ceremony as they were under attack and times were dire and he needed commanders. It didn't matter that he was not in his twenties. With that he begun to make his way towards the sounds of battle. It didn't take him long to see the legions of Spartan men in the traditional Shield Wall Formation that was nigh impenetrable to any attacking force. However, what Naruto didn't expect was to be thrown away by yet another explosion that threw him off his feet with a yell as he crashed into a tree that shattered his shield.

The entity that was attacking his home looked towards him and smirked, "Yogen no Ko..." the beast growled out. It said some other things, but Naruto didn't pay attention to it. Naruto looked up to the sky and gave a yell, "Lord Ares, hear my plea. Help me vanquish my enemy and I will serve you!" Naruto pledged loudly.

A sound of thunder was heard as the sky split apart before a hulking figure landed beside naruto. He wears a brown sleeveless tunic, shoulder pieces with wolf faces built into them, and has bracers and boots with chains on them. His boots go up to his knees. He has long hair and a beard, which seem to be made of fire. This was Ares, the God of War. He looked down at the young demigod, "You called?" he asked sarcastically.

Naruto groaned as he kneeled before the god "If you destroy my enemy, I will faithfully serve you." he pledged.

Ares looked back at the monster as it destroyed everything around it before looking to the demigod, "How about this. You swear loyalty to me, and I will grant you a weapon unlike any other to fight that monster and bring it down." he counter offered.

"If it allows me to save my home and its people I swear to you I will serve faithfully." Naruto answered again.

Ares nodded his head, "Alright, but first... you gotta die to get it." startling Naruto as he suddenly stabbed the blond warrior through the heart, "It's only temporary so don't fuss." the god whispered to him as the light vanished from the Spartans eyes, "Besides... your destiny isn't meant to be fulfilled quite yet boy." he said to himself.

-Underworld-

Naruto groaned as he opened his eyes to look around. Gazing, he saw he was surrounded by flames and screams of the damned. Tartarus, the pit itself. A chuckle drew his attention where he saw Ares and another man standing beside him, "So this is the boy who spoke the pledge is it, not bad... as expected of my bloodline." the man said. This was Hades. God of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead. Hades is a very tall, imposing and very muscular god with albino white skin (due to the little time he spent in the sunlight), intense black eyes that "glitter like frozen tar", and were either the eyes of a genius or a madman, and having a mesmerizing, evil charisma, and shoulder-length black hair, with bangs covering most of his forehead.

Hades dons an imposing black Stygian Iron armor with a blood-red cape and his terrifying Helm (elaborately engraved with images of death and torture) which he hold in hand. He arms himself with both a black Stygian Iron Bident and a mighty sword of Bronze Inlayed Steel. He is also known to wear two rings: a silver skull one, and a Opal one (his wedding ring from Persephone) on his left hand.

Naruto gulps as he takes in the sight before him, "Lord Hades..." he says in a quiet whisper getting a nod from the god.

"Come, we have much to do and little time to do it in." Hades commanded as Ares left, "Tell me, what do you know of the Underworld?" he asked the blonde who walked beside him.

"It is the end for all except the gods themselves. Mortals rarely come here during their lifetime and those that do rarely return with their sanity." he said to the death god.

"Yes, however, what many don't know is is that this realm, is not in fact the last. I am only bringing you here to forge the weapon that Ares wants you to have while you serve him. Nothing more and nothing less. You will make these blades by yourself, and will only recieve the materials needed to make the weapons of servtitude." he spoke seriously.

"How long will this take?" Naruto asked.

"Depends on how fast you work." Hades answered.

With the door to a unknown room opened Naruto was pushed in, and the door shut. It was dark, incredibly so. However it didn't last as a flame of light burst into existence nearby. As Naruto reached into the fire, he ignored the burning log against his hand, he pulled out a large hammer with Greek Runes carved into it. There was also a chisel tied to the handle as well, though he didn't know what he was going to use it for. Turning around he noticed a mold for a sword, a very prominent looking sword. It was connected to a chain, but he couldn't tell the length of it properly. With a sigh he looked around for the materials he would need.

He didn't have to look around that much, they were in a pile that covered a rather large table. It was mainly papers of which runes to carve and where they needed be carved at. The metal he was going to be working with was Steel, Bronze, Stygian Iron, and Celestial Gold. There were several gems to decorate a pommel, but he doubted he would use them. Beside the ores were several jars of energy which were labeled from 1-15 and each jar of energy was different. With nothing else he could do, begun to look around for the anvil as well as the funnel so he could pour the alloys without danger.

With that done he set to work. Rather than use traditional Greek smelting furnaces, he opted do use one his mother told him about in a story. It was known as a Tatara. The Tatara clay vessel is about 1.1 meters (4 feet) tall, 3 meters (12 feet) long, and 1.1 meters (4 feet) wide when completely constructed. After the clay tub has dried, a charcoal fire is started from soft pine charcoal inside, then the blonde had to wait for the fire to reach the correct temperature. At that point, he began to complete the addition of what was known iron-sand, into the flames. This would be layered in with more charcoal and more iron-sand over the next 72 hours. He would not be able to rest as the process had to be done for many hours.

For three days and three nights Naruto worked continuously without rest. He went through roughly 500 pounds of the Iron Sand and had ran out of the materials he needed to use to make the metal he needed for his blade, but this was what he wanted. Sleeping for roughly 10 hours Naruto quickly got back to work on his current project. Breaking apart the furnace he used to make his metal, Naruto grabbed the 835 pound lump of metal and proceeded to drop it into a large drum over a extremely hot fire where it begun to heat up once more and slowly begun to melt into slag once again. Satisfied with that, he walked over to the table of jars and grabbed the first one as instructed and opened it up.

Slowly and very carefully, he poured the liquid fire of the Underworld into the drum and watched as it sank into the mostly melted metals where they begun to glow. Taking a large... rod, he begun to stir the mixture of metal until he saw it had... melted the... stick-rod... it melted his tool. With a shake of his head he simply tossed it away and went back to the table where he saw a glowing green twister inside and grabbed it. Once again he repeated the process, and nearly broke the jar when the cork was removed. For six weeks, Naruto labored this forge of unknown qualities as he worked to make a set of weapons to fight.

When it was said and done, he had two large swords of roughly three feet long that had chains attached to them that were only six feet in length but had been imbued with magic to allow them to extend for a further eight feet. With the leftover material Naruto created a suit of armor that had a sun embroidered on the chest. He even managed to scrape together a helmet as well as shield to replace his own broken one back at Sparta. He hoped that this was worth it all in the end. As he grasped the pommels of the twin swords he was shocked when the ends of the chains wrapped themselves around his forearms and burnt themselves into his wrists and let out a scream of pain.

A sign of his oath of servitude to the God of War.

And suddenly, the door that held him inside the room burst open to reveal both Ares and his great grandfather to him. Ares saw the chains wrapped around Naruto's arms and nodded his head, "Alright then, time to keep your oath." he said as he turned around and walked away.

Shaking his head to clear away the pain, Naruto strapped the swords to his back and picked up his sheild and helmet and placed it on his head and arm respectively where the shield quickly folded in on itself so he could move around and his helmet gained a head of golden flames down the center of the head which caused his armor to glow a golden orange like the sun. Walking out, Naruto merely followed the war god who stopped shortly after and turned around, "Here, you're gonna need this." he said tossing him a vial of blue liquid, "The only thing I need to explain now is that we will see each other soon and I will tell you what you need to do next." he told Naruto who nodded his head.

"Smash that vial into your heart, now." Ares commanded as Naruto did just that.

The blue liquid glowed and soon naruto found himself surrounded by a light purple glow that felt euphoric in a sense. Seconds later, Naruto vanished from the underworld and his soul returned to his body. With a gasp, the demigod sat up and felt everything. He felt his helmet upon his head,, the armor he had crafted by hand, and the searing pain that came with the oath binding him to the war god as the chains seared into his skin. With a grunt, the blonde rose up from the ground and gave a yell as he charged the entity in front of him and drawing its attention. He couldn't see that everything he knew and loved was dead and gone, but he could see that many of them were unmoving.

With a leap, he attacked his foe.

-2000+ Years Later-

Naruto groaned as he felt his eyes glitter open, only to shut them as he felt the searing light of Helios struck them with the force of a warhammer. Covering his head he roughly heard as someone called for Chiron... wait, Chiron the Trainer? wasn't he in self imposed exile at the moment? Well shit, he must have been defeated by that unknown God. He knew it was a Time God, it had said as much, and even made a wager against him and then spoke some form of incantation before all Naruto knew was darkness. Had the God cursed him or something?

That was probably the most irritable thing to do to someone who was just waking up after a unintended and long nap, Naruto mused as he slowly came back to consciousness. A hand pressed down on his shoulder and Naruto grabbed it with his own. His eyes met the owner's warm brown. The brown eyes belonged to a simple beauty of a maiden that had long black hair. He could see his reflection in her eyes, and he looked rather annoyed.

"Stop. Yelling." Naruto grunted out. "Huh, was my voice always that deep?"

"We're not yelling," a voice to his left said. Naruto turned to see a maiden with honey blonde hair and calculating grey eyes.

Naruto squinted at her, for she seemed familiar. "Lady Athena?"

The other maiden snickered while the Athena lookalike shook her head. "I'm Annabeth. Athena is my mother."

"The goddess of wisdom has forsaken her vows... when did this happen?" he asked.

"Not exactly. It's more along the lines of how she was born that I came to be." Annabeth said.

"Someone smashed a hammer into your fathers head to release you as well?" Naruto asked getting a series of snickers from the other maiden.

"Uh... not exactly that either." Annabeth stated, "I'll explain later." she said quickly.

"Very well then." he stated, "May I inquire as to where I am at currently. You stated that someone was to retrieve the Trainer of Hero's." he stated.

"You are currently at Camp Half Blood. It's the only remaining Safe Haven for those descended of the gods left on the planet." the other maiden stated.

"What is Camp Half Blood?" Naruto asked.

"It's the place where Hero's train. Chiron oversees this place and teaches us to the best of his abilities." Annabeth stated.

"I understand what he does, and I know what a camp is. I meant what is the... ugh never-mind." he sighed out.

"Alright then, guess we should let you rest til Chiron gets here." Annabeth looked to the black haired beauty, "Come Katie, we have things we need to do." she said.

"Like what, make eyes at your boyfriend?"

"Oh please."

"You're not denying it." Katie smirked.

Naruto snorted his head. Children, always so lackluster. Forcing himself to ignore the pain his body felt, the blonde demigod rose up and looked around him. Well, it was nice to see that he was in a familiar setting, an infirmary. Looking around he saw his armor as well as shield and blades sitting on a table and walked over to them. He could feel the burning in his arms as he gently grasped his forearms which were wrapped in a smooth leather. "I see ypu found your possessions young man." a male voice spoke up behind him.

Naruto nodded, "Master Chiron, it is a pleasure to meet you. I had thought your exile was still in place?"

"I returned to the training of heros when many of them began dying needless deaths." Chiron said as Naruto finished dressing and turned around, 'I was actually surprised to hear that someone of your stature had suddenly burst out of a large rock formation, but upon looking at you further I knew the reason you did. Spartan." he stated.

"Of course I'm Spartan, what gave it away?"

"The shield for one. Now that your are awake I see that you hold yourself in the same fashion as they did long ago." Chiron said as Naruto turned around, "Wouldn't you like some other clothing, I assure you that you would be glad to have them." he told Naruto.

The blonde looked to his attire, "What's wrong with what I am wearing, it is the traditional Spartan armor." Naruto said looking back at the hybrid.

"In today's society it makes you stand out." he told the blond, "Come on, I'll have one of the other's dress you. Then we can see just why you appeared the way you did."

"This I have to see." Naruto muttered to himself.

XxX

Having introduced themselves, Chiron had decided a tour of the camp was in order. Chiron motioned around him and watched as Naruto looked around in confusion, "These are the cabins in which the children of the Gods sleep. You have your father's cabin of course as well as Lady Hera's own though it is ceremonial more than anything. After that you have Poseidon, Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Artemis. And not specifically in that order." he told the blond.

"Ok, what about the Lord of the Dead as well as the minor gods' offspring? Surely they must have one of these huts as well. Also, what happened to sleeping in a tent or on the ground?" he asked in a confused tone.

"Hades isn't all that welcome here, and the minor gods are considered primitive compared to the Olympians. The sleeping in a tent or on the ground theme is outdated, people these days say it is nicer to give the young a roof over their head. Unlike Sparta, the people here are rather timid when it comes to the weather." Chiron stated.

"Pssh, pathetic. And these are the ones people depend on to defend them from monsters. I can only pity them." Naruto stated.

"I know it seems weak, but times have changed since the Age of Sparta. The times have evolved the gods and man alike." Chiron stated.

"You keep referring to Sparta in the past tense, why do you do that?" he asked.

Chiron sighed as he looked to the demigod, "I don't know how to put it to you this way Naruto, but Sparta fell roughly 2,358 years ago. I'm sorry, but you are for all intents and purposes the Last Spartan alive on this earth." he said as Naruto felt his heart stop in his chest.

H-He was the sole remaining Spartan... T-That was impossible. He was just in the land of Sparta itself battling... What was he battling.

Chiron cleared his throat drawing him out of his thoughts, "Either way, as far as I know things happened when Sparta fell and everyone died. From what Ares tells all Spartans died fighting some type of immortal. He said that one of the Spartans swore a oath of servitude and perished in the battle. I cannot say what exactly happened, but seeing you here tells me that something happened and you were spared through unknown means." he said. Clearing his throat, "Now I don't know about you, but I believe a change of clothes was what we were about to do before we got side tracked yes." he said.

"As long as I don't look like a fool." Naruto muttered.

"That's the spirit."

XxX

"These are the most uncomfortable fabrics I've ever worn," Naruto said a moment after he finished changing into the jeans. Next to him, Mitchell, a son of Aphrodite, rolled his eyes. Naruto caught it and frowned at the one that helped him change into the strange attire. "What? They are! Stiff and limiting. I doubt one could run very well with these."

"They're made of more durable fabric, and they break in quicker than leather would. We could look around the camp store for some running pants, they might be looser for you. I told you to put the underwear on instead of that... thong." Mitchell shuddered. "How can you stand that thing?" he asked in a confused yet curious tone.

"...I stand very well, thank you." Naruto replied while he furrowed his brows. "What is a thong?"

"Mitchell, stop goofing around in there!" Annabeth's annoyed voice called from outside of the changing room.

"It's not my fault he's a fashion disaster!" Mitchell returned with a scowl on his face. He huffed and turned back to Naruto. "Word of advice, Annabeth's the smartest in camp, but sometimes she's not the kindest. She can be very bossy. I just hope Percy Jackson can handle that as a girlfriend. Whole camp knows they're going to end up together for as many quests they've been on. My money is it happens after summer."

Naruto arched a brow. "Girlfriend? Is that different than a friend who is a woman?"

"Wow, man Ancient Greece must've been boring. Didn't you have a word for a, um...romantic interest before you married?" Mitchel asked as he held a shirt up to Naruto's chest. He frowned. "A medium is going to be tight. My sisters would like that, but..."

"If I can function in combat with it, it won't be a problem. If it is, I'll rid myself of the nuisance," Naruto said dryly. He thought about what Mitchel said and beamed. "Ah, you speak of a Hetaira!"

"What are you talking about in there Mitchell!?" Annabeth yelled at the son of Aphrodite.

"Guy stuff! Gods know that he needs the help!" Mitchell returned with a frown. He offered the shirt to Naruto and then grabbed a larger shirt for himself. "Watch and copy, this is how you put it on."

After mistaking the arm and head holes a few times, Naruto managed to get the camp shirt on. He ran his hand over the fabric that clung to his chest and hummed. "A Pegasus, hmm? Noble, airborne and just. Met one once when I was a boy. This cloth is far more comfortable than the jeans."

"That's cotton," Mitchell said. He stepped back and gave the ancient demigod a once over. He nodded. "Yep. You're going to be the new camp heartthrob. You've got that heroic build, a strong chin, and a bit of a feral vibe to you from your looks."

Naruto groaned as he ran a hand through his hair, "Curse my father's flawless appearance. If I could grow a beard I would..."

"Next word of advice, most of the girls here don't care about the size of your facial hair. It's not as much of a status thing anymore," Mitchell said. turning around he looked at the blondes former attire, "I don't understand just how you guys could move in such heavy armor and fight so well to boot." he said as he looked back at the blonde himself.

"Spartan Armor is always handmade by the wearer. The instructors were always a child of the Smith God and we learned fast or were punished. Much of everything we did was either to teach us or mold us into a weapon of war." Naruto said as he grasped his new Paul Newman Rolex Daytona watch that hid his shield within and had Mitchell help him put it on. It also handily told time much like a sundial would so that was a plus.

"Seriously, that's messed up. I can't imagine what it must be like to live in Sparta." Mitchell stated as he watched Naruto grab his twin swords and strap them to his back with the left pommel pointed up while the right was pointed downward.

"Life growing up as a Male Spartan is not as easy as most would portray. We were hand chosen by the seers of Helios to serve in our nations military at birth. Those who weren't worthy of this honor were thrown in a pit of other corpses from chosen children who didn't make the standards, and were left to die. Those who were lucky enough were found and adopted by traveling families. We are then handed to other males to be watched over and trained until we are seven where we will watch the other men training and we learnt through watching them. If we failed to tutor a younger set of boys we were punished for doing it wrong." Naruto said to the wide eyed demigod.

"When the time came for us to learn how to resist pain we would participate in what was known as the yearly Annual Cheese Festival. The men would stand guard over a set of Cheese Wheels with whips in their hands and would hit us with them to ward us away as we attempted to steal the cheese. Sometimes trainees are actually beaten to death on a rare occurrence. Those who managed to get a cheese wheel got to eat it with their fellow initiate while those who failed to do so were forced to hunt for a meal. We were given a strict diet and we don't indulge ourselves in alcohol like the slaves would. It was meant to teach us limitations on what a true warrior was supposed to do." he said factually.

"By the Gods, your people were brutal." Mitchell stated.

"No, we were serious. Brutal would be the ritual suicide for the deserters." Naruto said honestly, "When we went to war we were told by the women we were with or knew, 'Come home with your shield, or return upon it' because of how we lived and fought." he said before shaking his head, "But enough about my customs." Naruto said as he looked around, "We were supposed to be leaving yes?"

""What about your helmet?" Mitchell asked.

"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me." Naruto said as he grabbed it and watched as it transformed into a ball cap with a Spartan Helmet on top of the rim and shrugged as he put it on his head, "Very nice, no doubt to cover my eyes from Helios' rays." he said.

"Uh, you do know that Apollo is the Sun God now right?"

"Hmm, did the Sun Lord retire?" Naruto asked.

"Something like that." the son of the Love Goddess said. He forgot that this guy was around when the Titan God ruled his domain.

"Hmm, I would not mind seeing what the new Sun Lord is like, maybe I can have a competition of shooting arrows with him." Naruto wondered to himself.

"Wow, a good looking guy and a comedian? The girls here are going to eat you alive!"

Naruto's eyes widened and he drew his swords where he held them in a defensive reverse grip as he looked around fearfully. "There's cannibalism here?! How could you allow such a thing to take place?!"

Mitchell brought his hands up in surrender. "Dude, relax, it's a figure of speech. It just means that the girls will really like you." His eyes went to the burning blades that was held by the older demigod. "Er, please don't slice off my arms, I'm quite attached to them."

Naruto blinked and relaxed his stance. "Oh..." He frowned. "Your language is strange...why didn't the world just stick with Greek?"

"Ancient Greek."

"...Thank you for the reminder." Naruto glowered. With that done he followed Mitchell out of the room.

"The world evolves man, even the gods have to follow that rule." The son of love shrugged and pulled off the over-sized camp shirt. "Don't worry about it, you seem like a smart guy. We'll have you caught up to speed in no time."

The ancient demigod gave the modern one a small smile of gratitude before he looked at the expectant Annabeth and Katie. He smiled at the two maidens and presented himself. "Well? Does it suit your standards?"

"...Katie likey a lot..." Katie mumbled. She grunted when Annabeth elbowed her in the side.

"Reel it in, Gardener." Annabeth warned. She nodded at Naruto. "You look good, I guess."

Mitchell smirked at her and crossed his arms. "He isn't Percy Jackson though."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Annabeth said.

Mitchell rolled his eyes. "Right. Later Naruto. Look me up if you want to continue our 'modern' lessons."

"Thank you, Mitchell." Naruto nodded. He grinned at his two female guides roguishly. "Then let us meet Master Chiron once again! I'm sure there's much for him to enlighten me with."

"I'll catch up with you later, I have to run the camp shop." Katie sighed sadly.

Naruto gave her a small smile of approval before he looked at Annabeth. "Shall we?"

"Sure, follow me."

And with that, the two begun to walk through the camp. As they walked people pointed and whispered about the blonde who simply ignored them. He was below their childish whispering. As they reached the edge of the War Gods cabin, six teens walked out with the leader being what could be described as a goddess in Naruto's eyes. The young beauty is rather tall (Around his height with him being the taller one between them) and well built. She has dark sapphire colored eyes, and pale brown hair that is described as stringy though he can tell she takes good care for it as he sees the shining glimmer to it in the sunlight.

This was Clarisse La Rue, Daughter of Ares.

"Hey Chase, what's up?" she asked haughtily.

Annabeth sighed, "Nothing of your concern right now Clarisse, move out of the way, Chiron wishes to speak with Naruto." she said.

Clarisse looked over to the blonde Spartan Warrior and smirked, "So you're the new guy that the camp is all whispering about eh. Have you been given the initiation yet?" she asked.

"I know not what this Initiation is, maybe you can tell me about it when I return from meeting the centaur." Naruto said.

"Oh, but this won't do. Come on, we'll show you what we mean." one of the males sneered.

"I would rather you step out of the way so I can take care of my business first, when I have concluded it I will be more than glad to allow you to show me this initiation." Naruto spoke again.

"Now see here buddy." the male said again she he grabbed Naruto by the shirt, "You're going to get your initiation now or you're gonna regret it." the teen remarked.

"I don't see how any form of hazing can be described as a initiation." Annabeth growled.

"I do not see how a owl headed know it all brat could interfere with other peoples business." the man who grabbed Naruto spat out.

Naruto growled as he reached up and calmly grasped the wrist of the teen in front of him, "You do not insult a woman, especially in front of me." Naruto said as he removed the teens hand.

"Oh and what are you gonna do about it, whine to your mother?" the teen snarled.

"Mark, I wouldn't do what you're about to do. I would seriously caution you not to challenge him, you don't-SMACK the child of Athena was sent flying as the teen slapped her across the face, "Shut it bitch." he said as he turned back to Naruto, "Now where were we?" he asked with a mad gleam in his eyes.

"I believe we were talking about a initiation." Naruto growled.

"Yes, that's what I'm Talking about pretty boy. Maybe if I rough you up a bit you can learn what it means to be a real man so you don't have to hide who you are behind a paper bag."

Naruto stepped up to the teen, "You do not want this fight." Naruto warned him as the siblings were actually looking worried for a moment. This had gotten way out of hand to fast.

"Mark, enough. This isn't what we do." Clarisse stated.

"Shut it, this is between me and the blonde fool here." he spat out before he sneered at Naruto, "As for a fight between us. Pretty sure I do." before a open-palmed slap cracked across his face, jerking the blonde's visage to the side. He did not retaliate. Instead he accepted the blow without hesitation, weathered the man's contempt like a stone against the ocean.

The campers of the surrounding cabins all watched in shock as a fight potentially broke out. Mark was easily one of the stronger sons of Ares, and his blows could easily shatter boulders. To see someone simply stand there and take a blow from him and only turn his head from it spoke volumes. Especially with how hard they heard the blow struck was.

A twitch of his muscled neck brought the blonde about to face the fool once more, but this time the children of Ares caught the telltale glimmer of anger lurking behind those eyes. This time, when Mark stepped forward, Naruto immediately moved to meet him, glowering down at the shorter man with the controlled fury of a thousand warriors.

"Leave. Now." he commanded.

A wide sneer greeted him, "You are going to have to kick my ass for that to happen." the teen challenged. Clenched knuckles barreled into his face again, and once more, Naruto didn't budge. A fist slammed home into his stomach and still, he remained rooted where he stood. Irritated by his refusal to fight, the stranger snarled and struck him once more in the face, then reeled in his arm to do so again-

On the fourth, he wasn't so fortunate.

A open palm shot out and caught his fist in mid-swing, drawing a startled grunt. Eyes ablaze, Naruto twisted the stranger's arm backwards in a vicious vice, bending him over himself where he stood, "I warned you." Naruto growled out.

With one final reluctant glance over his shoulder towards Annabeth who was wiping blood from her lip, he reared a wrapped arm back to strike.

Mark simply laughed, "Finally!"

In a wordless roar his fist rammed home against the teens face with a sickening crunch, flinging him head over heels into the dirt. Blood burst. Cartilage cracked. Bones broke. Impossibly, Mark's short-lived flight didn't last long; and he flopped onto his hands and knees, shaking his head in disbelief as he spit out a puddle of blood as he tried to understand what had just happened to him. "You would not listen." Naruto said as he turned to the others, "Leave, now." he commanded.

The three brothers nodded as they gathered their dazed brother and hurried away while Clarisse gave a laugh, "Who are you?" she couldn't help but ask him as he helped up Annabeth. Strong enough to withstand one of her brothers hits like nothing, scary enough to make her father look like a kid, good looking...

She was in love, no doubt about it.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki, I am from Sparta." he declared proudly.

"Clarisse La Rue, Phoenix Arizona." she said. She doubted the guy before her was from Sparta of all places, but she'd let him live with his delusions. Nobody had been born inside of Sparta in the last 2000+ years since it was destroyed.

"It is nice to meet you, Clarisse La Rue." Naruto said with a nod towards the girl.

"Same could be said about you, Uzumaki." she said with a grin towards him.

Annabeth groaned in annoyance. Gods above, they were flirting now! What happened to meeting up with Chiron?

-Olympus-

Ares had heard the news. A living Spartan had appeared out of thin air in the middle of the camp. A actual to fucking Olympus Spartan. After hearing what happened to the land of the once mighty warrior race, he had lost hope in thinking that nobody could become his champion. Especially when his last one from the dead land had suddenly vanished without a trace and took the blades with him. Now that same teen had returned with his weapons. He waved his hands and watched as the mist formed into a vision of his children standing in front of the very Spartan he had seen vow himself to his service. It had been a long time, but he could never forget a Spartan with that look.

He watched as his son Mark challenged him, even landed a few good hits, before he was laid out with one blow from his brother where he laughed harshly at his son. That's what he got for challenging a Spartan. They didn't play around and they were more rugged than any demigod of the modern era could hope to be. When his sons carried Mark away he saw his daughter Clarisse begin flirting with him, and he had to admit. A spartan looking after his most prized daughter... it felt pretty damn good.

He could hardly wait to see what the Spartan did next.

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