He didn’t kill the Night King with a great blast or a legendary sword. He simply grabbed the monster by the throat, stared into those stars-for-eyes, and whispered, “I’m going to be Hokage. And you’re not standing in my way.”
“A promise,” Naruto said, and grinned one last time. “Believe it.”
“Westeros.”
“You’re not an Other,” Jon said, not relaxing. naruto x juego de tronos fanfiction
Stannis, to his credit, had agreed. After he changed his trousers.
They saw a sun rise in the middle of the night. A ball of chakra—for Jon had learned the word—blazed to life in Naruto’s palm, spinning and howling with a voice that was not quite human. He threw it, and a mile-long trench of fire erupted, vaporizing the first thousand wights.
Jon almost smiled. “All three. But the monsters come with the snow.” Three moons turned. The black-haired boy— man , Jon corrected himself, after he’d seen him fight—became the strangest, most terrifying weapon the North had ever wielded. He didn’t kill the Night King with a
“That’s why you’d be good at it.” Naruto stood, brushing ice from his orange coat. “I should go. My world needs me. But hey—” He held out a fist. “If you ever get another zombie apocalypse, just, you know. Yell really loud. I’ll hear it.”
“I’ve been cold before,” he said, and the Nine-Tails’ chakra exploded outward like a second dawn.
The boy tilted his head. “Other? No. I’m Uzumaki Naruto.” He said the name as if it should mean something. When Jon gave no reaction, Naruto’s face split into a grin that was utterly out of place in the grim North. “Okay, so that’s a no. Where am I? This isn’t the Valley of the End. Smells like… wet dog and old ghosts.” “Believe it
Roose Bolton had sent a thousand men to take the moat at Moat Cailin. Naruto had gone alone. The Bolton soldiers spoke of a screaming, golden fox with eyes like blood moons, of men sent flying a hundred feet through the air, of steel swords melting on an invisible skin of rage. Lord Bolton’s head arrived at Winterfell in a sack, neatly separated, a single puzzled expression frozen on his face.
Naruto’s eyes were crimson now. Slitted. Feral.
And with a whoosh of displaced air, the Ghost of Winterfell was gone.