Hands and Tails 
Author: MarcoPHD

Chapter 1

This is officially Chapter 1

Very well, I'm ready to write my fanfic and I'll be attentive to your comments. I want to notify you that my native language is Spanish.

This will be about Naruto X Fang by Snoot Game or Goodbye Volcano High

The ashes of the battle still smoldered in the air, and the taste of combat still lingered in Naruto Uzumaki's mind. He had fought bravely alongside his friends, facing the goddess Kaguya in an epic battle that challenged the limits of his endurance and ability. Chakra illuminated the dark battlefield, and the memories of fallen comrades weighed heavily on his heart.

His body trembled with each ragged breath, and his chakra, depleted from superhuman effort, barely flickered in his eyes. The final, ultimate charge had been the epitome of his determination, an explosion of chakra that had drained every fiber of his being.

The war against Kaguya and its countless challenges had left an indelible mark on Naruto and his comrades. Images of his friends fighting valiantly by his side and the sacrifices they had made to protect their world haunted him in the darkness of the night. The feelings of loss and triumph, pain and hope, swirled in a whirlwind of emotions within his heart.

In that state of physical and mental exhaustion, fate seemed to intervene. A blinding light enveloped Naruto, pulling him through a dimensional vortex that separated him from the world he knew. The sensation of freefall overwhelmed him, and reality itself seemed to fade around him.

As he fell, the wind whistled in his ears, and a mixture of awe and bewilderment filled his mind. The terrain beneath him distorted, shifting from vibrant colors and strange shapes to something sharper and more tangible. As he neared the ground, the sensation of gravity intensified, and he finally landed with a muted thud on ground that was strangely familiar yet completely different.

When he finally touched down, Naruto was far from any place he could have imagined. A land of vast expanses and colors that defied an artist's palette stretched out before him. The skies were different, the vegetation was strange, and a scent different from his home lingered in the air. It was as if he had landed in an entirely new world, an era that preceded even the oldest legends.

The adrenaline of battle still pulsed in his veins, but exhaustion showed no mercy. Every step was an effort, every breath a constant reminder of his own weakness. The unfamiliar sounds of unseen creatures and the echo of prehistoric nature filled his ears as he staggered forward.

But before Naruto could fully assimilate his surroundings, a guttural roar resonated in the distance. He spun quickly towards the source of the sound and found himself confronted with a scene that defied all logic. Two groups of beings were engaged in a battle.

On one side, the Scalies (humanoids with dinosaur features) advanced in disciplined formation, wearing military uniforms (in the style of World War II). Their weapons were designed for close combat, showcasing their skill and adaptation to extreme conditions. On the other side, the humans (with caveman traits) were also uniformed and armed. They wore garments made of skins and rustic fabrics, but their determination and bravery were unwavering. They carried rifles that echoed with the violence.

The atmosphere was tense, reminiscent of the battlefields from Naruto's own past. The Scalies advanced with military precision, using tactics and formations that mirrored the horrors of the war he had experienced in his own world. The humans, on the other hand, fought with a ferocity and courage comparable to the soldiers who had defended their lands during global conflicts.

The humans advanced with rifles in hand, firing controlled bursts towards the Scalies' ranks, who responded with roars, spears, and axes. The battlefield was strewn with debris, the bodies of both sides, and craters, and the deafening sound of gunfire and war cries melded into a cacophony of destruction.

Naruto watched the battle in awe and horror. Images of the horrors of human conflict overlapped with the brutality of the confrontation in this ancient world. He couldn't remain a mere spectator, not after all he had lived through and learned.

The spirit of protection and justice that had guided him throughout his life propelled him forward. Naruto sprinted towards the battlefield, positioning himself between the two warring factions. The combatants momentarily stopped, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the enigmatic warrior.

Without hesitation, Naruto channeled the last reserves of chakra in his body, his form as the Sage of the Six Paths glowing with a dazzling brilliance. Energy enveloped him like a golden armor, his blue eyes shining with a power that transcended his limits. His hands rose, and a chakra-laden gust of wind swept the land, uprooting trees and raising dust in a chaotic dance.

However, the Scalies and the caveman-like humans didn't comprehend the magnitude of what they were witnessing. To them, Naruto was a threat in a world already ravaged by conflict. Rather than seeing the fatigued warrior seeking peace, they perceived an entity of indomitable power, and their survival instincts led them to take action.

The Scalies swiftly reacted, using their abilities to manipulate nature to their advantage. A wall of trees and vines sprang up in an instant, forming an impenetrable shield between Naruto and the combatants. The caveman-like humans, on the other hand, utilized their knowledge of the terrain to conceal themselves amidst the dense vegetation, prepared to repel any threat.

Naruto collided with the wall of trees with a force that would have toppled any obstacle in his path. Wood creaked and splintered beneath his impact, but the barrier held firm. The glow of his Sage of the Six Paths form flickered, his strength further drained by the effort.

With labored gasps, Naruto withdrew, seeking refuge in the largest tree he could find. He ascended the trunk, using his ninja skills to hide among the highest branches. The breeze whispered through the leaves, and the scent of vegetation filled his senses as he regained his breath.

The war raged on below, beyond his hiding place in the heights. The Scalies and the caveman-like humans continued their conflict, seemingly locked in a battle that had no end. Naruto observed the struggle from his concealment, a deep sadness welling within him at the repetition of violence and destruction.

His Sage of the Six Paths form dissipated, and Naruto closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on regaining his strength. He knew he couldn't remain passive while war unfolded beneath him. However, he also recognized the need for caution. He must find a way to approach these warring factions, to make them understand that more was at stake than a simple battle.

Naruto concentrated on his breathing, tapping into the inner calm that had guided him through countless challenges. His determination was renewed, and he opened his eyes with newfound resolve. No matter how different these beings were, no matter how far removed they were from his own world and time, Naruto was determined to find a path to peace and understanding, no matter how daunting the task.

Naruto clung to the branches of the tallest tree, concealed within its leafy canopy. From his elevated position, he had a panoramic view of the fierce battle raging below. The Scalies and the cave-dwelling humans continued to fight with relentless determination, their efforts to establish supremacy filling the air with the clamor of war.

Human rifles fired in bursts, while Scalie spears and claws pierced enemy ranks. Military tactics clashed with guerrilla tactics in a showdown of strength and cunning. The ground was splattered with blood and mud, and the acrid smell of gunpowder mingled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding vegetation.

His vision blurred, and his body trembled dangerously. The chakra that had once propelled him now seemed to wane, and a sensation of dizziness overcame him. Naruto struggled to remain upright, his mind fighting to stay conscious. But fatigue was unrelenting, and his body finally succumbed to exhaustion. He staggered and fell to his knees, his breath ragged as he fought to stay conscious.

As he slept, his weary body began to absorb natural energy, slowly restoring his strength. His mind rested as his body underwent a revitalizing renewal. Within him, the remnants of the Bijuus slumbered in a state of drowsiness (a coma or vegetative state). Only Kurama, the Nine-Tails Fox, remained conscious. Though weak, Kurama observed Naruto's recovery process with interest. He felt the flow of natural energy and understood its power, which was quieter and purer, likely due to the absence of a God Tree.

Kurama spoke in a soft whisper in Naruto's mind, his words flowing like a distant echo. "Rest, Naruto."

While Naruto slept, natural chakra continued its work, infusing him with newfound energy. His breathing grew calmer and steadier, and his peaceful countenance reflected the transformation taking place within.

While Naruto slumbered deeply alongside the Bijuus in the heart of the massive tree, something remarkable began to unfold on the battlefield. A man of imposing stature emerged from the ranks of the Scalies. It was "Spears," a human cave-dweller leader in his early thirties with features marked by prehistoric life.

"Halt!" "Spears" exclaimed loudly, raising a rudimentary spear as a signal of command. "Cease the fight! Retreat, now!"

Combatants from both sides were bewildered by the order, their weapons lowering slowly as they processed the surprising interruption. Murmuring voices filled the air, and the leaders of the Scalies and the cave-dwelling humans looked at "Spears" with confusion.

"What are you doing, Spears?" one of the human leaders asked, his voice laden with incredulity.

"There's something bigger at play here!" "Spears" responded, pointing towards the tree where Naruto was. "This mysterious intervention is telling us something! I can't ignore it. We must reconsider our fight."

The human leaders and their soldiers obeyed reluctantly, retreating from the front lines as "Spears" watched them with an unyielding expression. Meanwhile, the Scalies glared at them with burning hatred, their gazes full of resentment and determination.

The retreat of the cave-dwelling humans caused a stir in the ranks of the Scalies. The leaders of the Scalies exchanged tense looks, debating among themselves as the situation unfolded. While the retreat of the humans seemed like a reprieve, the Scalies were unwilling to lower their guard. They knew the battle was not yet over and regrouped cautiously, ready to respond to any move

The human leaders, divided in their approach to the war, reacted variably to the appearance of the tree. Some saw this phenomenon as an opportunity to seek a ceasefire and negotiate a truce, eager to end the bloodshed that had afflicted both sides. These leaders began to consider the possibility of peace talks, using the mysterious tree as a neutral meeting point for discussions.

However, other human leaders, driven by pride and a thirst for victory, dismissed the idea of peace and continued with their belligerence. They viewed the tree as an obstacle to their conquest and supremacy goals and refused to engage in any attempt at negotiation.

On the other hand, among the Scalies, the emergence of the grand tree elicited a mixture of reactions. Some leaders saw it as a sign from the gods (they saw Jesus Raptor, haha), a message that it was time to seek reconciliation and leave behind the prejudices that had led to the war. These leaders advocated using the presence of the tree as a catalyst for a significant change in the relationship between the two races.

However, there were also Scalies who regarded the tree with suspicion, fearing it might be a trap or a ploy by the humans to gain an advantage in the war. These leaders remained vigilant and skeptical of any attempts at rapprochement.

As news about the grand tree spread, a movement of pacifists began to emerge among both humans and Scalies. Citizens and soldiers who were weary of the violence and suffering caused by the war joined forces to advocate for peace. They organized protests, marches, and demonstrations in support of ending the conflict and seeking a peaceful solution.

In this context of divisions and debates, the grand tree became an ambiguous symbol of hope and challenge. It represented the possibility of a fresh start but also raised questions about the willingness of the conflicting parties to let go of their deep-seated hatred.

Ultimately, how the human and Scalie leaders reacted to the emergence of the grand tree reflected internal tensions and the political and emotional complexities surrounding the war. The decision to move forward with peace or to maintain the conflict remained a crucial dilemma that would define the fate of both sides and potentially shape the future of their world.

Meanwhile, within the great Wall of Trees, Naruto lay enveloped in a faint green light, his tranquil breathing synchronizing with the heartbeat of the earth. His wounds lay closed, healed by the restorative energy surrounding him.

In his state of 'coma,' deep within himself, something began to change. At the core of his soul, where the nine bijūs that had accompanied him on his journey slumbered.

A small seed was sprouting.

However, this seed didn't draw nourishment solely from the pure energy of nature. Its roots also absorbed the essence of blood spilled in the war, the energy and sacrifice of the fallen. Every drop of life lost in the conflict contributed to the formation of this seed, weaving a dark and twisted pattern on its surface. This could potentially be the greatest threat to this world's future.

It was the year 1990MJ (Jurassic Millennium) in a war-ravaged world where neither side understood how or why the conflict had started. The emergence of the grand tree became an event that captured the attention of the population, sparking a wave of speculation and debate in the media of the time.

Days passed.

A frenzy of activity consumed the media.

Towns and cities were inundated with news, rumors, and theories about the mysterious tree and its significance amidst the ongoing war.

Human and Scalie leaders came under intense scrutiny, with the media analyzing every move and statement they made regarding the tree and its potential impact on the war. Newspaper headlines brimmed with unanswered questions: 'Is the tree an omen of peace or destruction?' 'Leaders at odds over how to address the mysterious emergence of the tree,' 'The fate of the war hanging in the balance,' among others.

Likewise, they faced intense pressure from their citizens and soldiers, who demanded clear answers and actions. Some of the more peace-inclined human leaders seized the opportunity to call for a ceasefire and engage with the Scalies in pursuit of a negotiated solution.

Meanwhile, other leaders, entrenched in their belligerent stances, attempted to downplay the significance of the tree or even dismissed reports of its emergence as mere superstitions.

They were doomed.

The more bellicose leaders gradually lost their influence and support within their respective factions. This was due to a combination of factors that weakened their position and challenged their vision.

Citizens, weary of years of conflict, grew critical of leaders who appeared stubborn in their confrontational approach, labeling them as 'reckless children.'

War veterans, many of whom had lost their own children or comrades in battle, became powerful voices against the continuation of the conflict. These men and women had firsthand experience of the devastating human cost of war, giving them significant moral authority to advocate for peace. Their testimonies and accounts of the tragedies they had witnessed resonated deeply within society, tarnishing the reputations of the most obstinate military figures. 'Concentration camps and torture,' 'bombing of civilian cities,' and 'use of chemical weapons' were the keywords that sealed the final fate of their authority and support.

Weeks later.

On a sunny, temperate day, the leaders of the Scalies and humans gathered in a place symbolizing the hope of a new beginning. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and anxiety as the leaders prepared to sign the peace treaty, an armistice aimed at ending decades of bloodshed and hostility. Despite the festive air, a constant hum of hushed conversations filled the space, reflecting doubts and fears.

Security was notably heightened, with a visible presence of soldiers and guards from both humans and Scalies. Precautions had been taken to ensure the event unfolded without incident, with the awareness that even on a day of supposed peace, tensions could erupt into sudden turmoil.

The leaders, dressed in formal attire reflecting their respective cultures, sat at a table adorned with symbols of unity and reconciliation. Writing instruments were carefully arranged, poised to capture their names on the treaty representing a new era for their peoples.

Emotional and passionate speeches resonated in the air, delivered by leaders who shared a sincere desire to end the conflict. They spoke of lives lost, inflicted suffering, and the opportunity to forge a path toward coexistence and peaceful living. Each uttered word carried the weight of history and the hope of a better future.

As the moment to sign the treaty drew near, the leaders rose to their feet, united in a symbolic gesture of solidarity. With trembling yet determined hands, they took up the writing instruments and signed the document that would alter the course of their nations.

The wall of trees, their branches stretched like an impressive backdrop, seemed to hold the promise of a new chapter. However, it also reminded all present that peace would not be forged without challenges and sacrifices. As leaders exchanged handshakes and smiles, the destinies of two races intertwined in a historic moment brimming with possibilities and risks.

This was the moment he appeared.

Following the solemn peace treaty signing ceremony between the Scalies and humans, when the leaders' voices had faded, and the applause had subsided, an air of hope and anticipation hung over the scene. The plaza where the signing had taken place was now partially empty, but the energy of the event still resonated in the air.

Suddenly, in a moment seemingly drawn from an ancient prophecy, a golden glow began to illuminate the sky. A bright and powerful aura started to form at the center of the space, capturing the attention of everyone present. The crowd watched in awe and surprise as the figure of young Naruto emerged from that golden light, a living embodiment of the Six Paths prophecy.

Naruto was clad in a golden armor radiating immense power. His gaze reflected the accumulated wisdom of the bijūs, a fusion of knowledge and strength that made him a unique and transcendent being. However, what drew the most attention was the green glow on his chest, right above his heart. It was as if his own blood emitted a subtle yet piercing green glow, a visual metaphor for the vitality of nature and the energy coursing through him.

The crowd was left speechless by this manifestation of power and hope. The leaders, who had moments ago been engaged in diplomatic discussions, found themselves gazing in awe at the birth of a new era.

Naruto, with his imposing yet serene presence, slowly advanced toward the center of the plaza. His steps resonated like an echo of determination and purpose. A genuine smile lit up Naruto's face as he continued, 'I am immensely grateful to awaken and witness that the cycle of violence has come to an end.'

The crowd listened attentively, some nodding in approval, while others seemed lost in reflection. Other voices joined in, creating an atmosphere of interest and curiosity.

They did not understand anything.

Of course, even though peace had arrived, Naruto still had one more enemy to overcome: the barrier of communication.

Author's Notes: Well, I wanted this first chapter to be unproductive regarding Naruto's arrival and the beginning. Please, leave comments. I need to know if I'm getting lost in details, if I'm communicating effectively, and most importantly, if anyone is interested in the stuff I'm creating, haha.