Chapter One

The New World

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Warcaft or any other games and/or shows which I may relate to.

It was a warm day in Fire Country, or that's what they used to call it anyway. In the thousands of years I've been alive, I've lived through the Age of Shinobi, which later came to be known as the Age of Bloodshed. The constant warring between the five major countries caused the civilians to condemn the Shinobi. They were tired of seeing villages burn, tired of ANBU stalking the walls, waiting for an unknown enemy to strike.

They were tired of war.

And honestly, I can't blame them. Casualty rates during war were astronomical, as you soon get tired of seeing body bags being hauled through the gates every day. They were tired of the constant depression and angst that war caused them.

Thus ended the Shinobi Era.

It was not a civil war, there was no infighting in the village. If anything, it was more of a strike. The civilians turned against the villages, refusing to work despite the effects that a lack of simple cash can do to a family. Without any revenue comes the inability to pay their army. One would think that the Shinobi Era would end in war, but in reality it ended through a financial crash.

You may ask, how does that diminish the Shinobi bloodline? How can a simple financial crash stop the ever-growing bloodline that is Chakra?

What most people seem to forget is that the majority of a Village's Shinobi force is of civilian ilk. You hear all about big names like Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi, but it is not they who make the entire army.

They majority of the force is Genin to Chunin level civilians. Due to a lack of Shinobi blood, they usually didn't make it any higher than that.

In a cynical sense, they are the 'cannon-fodder' of the Corps. The unassuming yet common Chunin that seem to fill up the battlefield are civilians. When a commander says 'Hold the line!', do you think he is talking to one or two Jounin or a steadfast line of Chunin?

Due to at least half of the Corps being made out of civilians, the crash began. Without the bulk of the forces that makes up their military, the force literally became nothing more than clans. Chakra on the civilian side diminished quickly, while the clans' chakra lines stood fast much longer. Yet still, the unstoppable force that is Time deteriorated the Shinobi blood in them. Some clans died out in five years, while others took one hundred years.

Simply put, in the Age of Bloodshed a Fire Dragon Jutsu could level a building. As the years passed, it came to the point where it would only slightly burn said building.

Oddly enough, the Hyuuga clan lasted over two hundred years. I never liked them anyway, the pretentious bastards. But still, every day they would have clan members from every age do at least five jutsu per day to keep themselves in tuned with their chakra.

It worked, to a point. However, with this constant usage caused many cases of chakra overuse. Since such cases were treatable and they could recover in a few days, they paid little heed to it.

That was their downfall.

Due to the constant usage of it, their coils were always slightly overworked. This may seem like a moot point, but it is not. Due to the coils being overworked, the women gave birth to children who had stressed coils when they were born.

I never really understood how a physical trait such as this was passed down to their children. I always guessed that they used their chakra so much over the years that it became imprinted in their genetic code.

With these overworked coils came either a low ability to use chakra or a complete inability to use it. At least, that's my theory.

Eventually, the remnants of the Hyuuga clan married out and the power of Chakra was lost to all, even in legend.

Unfortunately, despite chakra dying out, mankind's inability to compromise spawned a new era of war, the Age of Samurai. The remnants of Iron Country became the world leader during this time, since swordplay was something that could be taught to each generation, with or without chakra. Since they have teachings of old and had attempted to integrate newer styles into their fights, they became the new world power at the time.

There's a certain irony in it. Iron Country was always a neutral country, never allying themselves with another country. How this isolationist principle made them into a world power I'd never know.

But, just like any world power comes many enemies. All over the continent, those who didn't rally under the newly named Sword Country came together to form one large country bordering it. They called themselves Shield Country, the ones who would defend the people from the 'enemy' that Sword Country is. They were fanatics that feared the ever growing power of Sword Country and wanted to neutralize it before they became too large.

Funny enough, Sword Country didn't do anything wrong. They never had corrupt principles, they always wanted to help the people, and, despite training in swordplay, never asked or attempted to start any war.

So, the Swords and Shields did war...again. It gets kind of redundant actually. Long ago I'd given up trying to spread words of peace to the people. There will always be hate where there is love and greed where there is charity.

...Humans are annoying.

Anyway, after constant battling, which Shield Country actually did quite well in, did the Swords finally break the Shields. By that time, the people once again despised war and rallied against the government...yadda yadda.

Yes, I get bored telling this story as well.

Finally, they renamed the entire landscape to Japan. The civilians at the time wanted to cut all ties to their brutal past and start anew.

At first, Japan was just as, if not the slightest bit advanced in technology as the Age of the Samurai. Slowly but surely, the archeologists discovered the technology from our time, like refrigerators, televisions, headsets, and evolved them to make them better. Now people walk and drive around the city of Tokyo without a care in the world.

Anyway, I'm bored. Actually I've been bored for a while now, hundreds of years actually. Other than the occasional power-hungry fool that pops up now and then there is literally nothing to do any more. In fact, the Governments have started taking care of these undesirable situations quietly and quickly.

Its laughable to compare their efforts to a Shinobi's though. Nobody is supposed to know about the operation before the operation happens. Mass media is another pet peeve of mine as well.

One day in what they call now Tokyo, the pendant on my neck started to glow.

The pendant was beautiful. It was a golden-rimmed sapphire with gold angel wings sprouting from each side. On the bottom of the gold rim said, 'The Lost Era'.

When the pendant glows it means Kami wants me for something. She used to call me more often because in the Age of Samurai and Shinobi there were more criminals and not enough people to deal with them.

I answer to no one except for Kami herself.

'Hmm. Looks like Kami wants me for something. I wonder how long it has been...'

I leaped off the tree I was lying down on before walking my way down a dirt road. The road twisted and turned and forked off many times but I've walked this path so many times I could probably do it in my sleep.

At the end of the path laid a dark and foreboding cave entrance, the cavern reeking an eerie aura of negativity. A simple seal of mixed killing intent and a small scent of blood makes for a fine repellant against any curious passersby.

Conjuring a small flame on my finger, I walked towards the far end of the cave. During this long walk I let my mind wander to when I first heard about being immortal…

Flashback

At training field #43, next to the Forest of Death, an hour ago, I decided to raise a chakra barrier so no one would feel the massive amount of chakra used for this technique.

Summoning four clones I was about to start the Kazerasenshuriken, when I suddenly blacked out.

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

That was the first thing I heard when I regained consciousness. Hearing that blasted dripping that seemed to echo off the walls, I knew exactly where I was.

The Kyuubi no Kitsune's jail cell.

Above me, rusted pipes crisscrossed and arced their way down a dark hallway. Knowing that there aren't many reasons that the fox would pull me in here, I followed the pipes to an old, rusted gate that had a large paper seal on it, the words 'SEAL" emblazoned in black ink on it.

Walking forward, I was just about to ask the stupid fuzzball what he wanted when all of a sudden rows and rows of sharp, dagger-like teeth and malicious, red eyes appeared. I was stunned to see the figure up close and was unprepared for the giant roar that followed shortly afterward.

I took a step backward and stepped on some piece of metal under the murky water. It was slippery with aged moss as I oh so elegantly tripped backwards and fell into the water.

"HAHAHAHAHA! You should have seen the look on your face Gaki! And you actually FELL! Oh god, what I would pay to see that again!" the fox said, chest heaving with an echoing laugh.

I hoisted myself out of the water glaring at the bastard, "Someday I'll come in there and shove a Rasenshuriken so far up your-"

"Like you have the guts Gaki!" the fox said, eyes glinting with mischief.

His laughs died down and the fox lost his grin. He became uncharacteristically serious and it affected me too, all traces of mirth slipping away from both of us.

"Gaki, as you know, throughout your life you will slowly be absorbing all of my chakra." I nodded in confirmation.

"What you don't know is that no human can take all of a demon's chakra, especially mine. You have two choices. One is to let time go by normally and absorb my chakra, or two is to become an immortal being."

"Of course I'll pick option one! Why would I want to be an immortal?"

With a sigh the fox continued, "That would be a normal choice but there is a catch." I raised an eyebrow at this. What kind of catch could there be to this?

"Over time as you absorb my chakra, you receive it by tails. Each tail is biggeer than the prior one. The problem is that the ninth tail is so strong that it would blow up your coils, thus expelling all chakra from your system which means…"

"I'll die…" The solemn tone seemed to affect the fox as well as he nodded in agreement.

"The only way to be able to regulate the amount of chakra is to become a fox demon or in your case, a hanyou."

"Alright I'll become a hanyou…" I want not even close to being ready for the amount of corrosive, demonic chakra forcibly pushed into my system.

It hurt. By god it hurt. It felt like my entire body was being dunked in acid. The worst part was my face, as it felt like the eyes themselves disintegrated and reformed themselves in one slow, long motion. All of my senses were being modified at once, and each passing moment seemed like an hour as each sense reformed and changed itself.

When the pain started hurting less and the stars floating around my head disappeared, I looked over at my clones and saw something I was dreading.

They had seven fox tails, covered in a bone-like mesh waving behind them. The marks on my cheeks became much more pronounced, giving it a more feral look. My face seemed angular and my body was much more lean.

Just when I was starting to gain respect, just starting to receive acceptance, should I go back to the village looking like this all of that respect would be gone, replaced with an inner rage and hatred that has been stored away for years.

Fortunately the fox came up with an idea to use a combination of a Genjutsu and a Henge to make myself look as I did before; I just hoped that nobody would disrupt it.

I hoped so.

Flashback End

Casually taking the pendant, I pushed a bit of chakra in it and a flash of light appears, blinding me for a few seconds.

When I was able to see again, I ended up seeing what looked like a twenty-one year old woman with a short white skirt that seemed to be made out of white, shining feathers. Her top covered much of her breast but still gave en eyeful to those who have the guts to look at them. She wore a similar pendant around her neck, the jewel itself landing between her bust. She emanated an aura of safety and calmness, fitting for one in her position.

The most distinguishing characteristic of her were two large angel wings sprouting from her back.

"Hello, Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto." She said.

"Hello, Kami-sama." I said in a monotonous voice, very little emotion being portrayed.

Frowning at the emotionless tone, she seemed about ready to reprimand me, but decided not to. She was most likely remembering the times I was hurt in these past years…

Flashback

"Naruto you should try to socialize more, take a break and spend some time with someone"

"You do remember the last time I tried that right?"

That statement had more than one meaning, Kami thought. I was sure she was remembering Hitomi and Natsumi, both of which ended in my heart breaking.

"Naruto just try one last time, please" She was not begging, just trying to get me to interact with society more.

Remembering the times I fell in love brought up a deep sadness in my heart.

"I'm sorry Kami-sama, I must be going."

With that I walked away.

Flashback End

After my untimely end with Hitomi, I spent lots of time alone, rethinking what I did wrong, or if I did anything wrong.

After about fifty more years I tried again with Natsumi, but after her break up, I barely ever went to society, only going to Tokyo to restock on supplies.

With a sigh Kami said, "Alright. Well as you know there are now no more challenges in this world, when there is another world that needs help. As a champion of Kami, I will send you there to fight the Burning Legion."

"What is the Burning Legion, Kami-sama?" I said in the same, dead tone.

"The Burning Legion is an army of demons" at my questioning look she elaborated, "Yes, demons. Unfortunately, I was not able to find out the demon's lord's power level, so you'll be going into this battle without much information. What I do know is that his army refers to him as their 'God'. So you'll have to be careful." She said a hint, of worry in her tone.

"I assume that this issue, as it has not been in any of my spy networks or in any of my travels, this 'Burning Legion' is actually in a different world, maybe even a different realm. Who asked you for help?" I concluded, but I was worried about this 'God'. I could take on most Bijuu, but I don't like the idea of facing a 'God' without information.

"Bright as ever Naruto-kun. Yes, my cousin Elune asked for help either an army or a person of great strength. I chose the latter obviously."

"This may be the last time we see each other, Naruto-kun. One last thing before you go." With that she kissed him on the cheek and said,

"Goodbye, Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze."

With a noncommittal grunt I walked in to the portal.

Into the world of Azeroth.

So this is the rewrite. It hurt to read the earlier version. I read over it and it kind of disgusted me. To those who are new, be glad you haven't read the earlier version of it.

Meh. What's done is done and I still have another ten chapters to redo.

Oh boy.

Sseasshark signing out.