Naruto 1000 Years Of Death の小説・ストーリー

“You’re lying… you… you must be acting like my trance is working. It must be a lie….. did my father put you up for this…” The man blankly stared at him. His trance was working well. That could only mean…. “When… when did it change to NA….” “Nine hundred years ago….” Nico sat down, breathing loudly. He could not control his pounding heart. “wh.. what happened nine hundred years ago…” “Nuclear war,” Nico was faint.

Buzz! Another burst of blinding pain gutted her. She bit her lip hard and said, “When compared to our Naga tribe’s normal lifespan, I’m not actually considered that old. The Naga tribe’s average lifespan is five thousand years. Compared to the regular human’s century lifespan, this thousand years of mine is indeed not unlike me being twenty-seven years old. But ever since we’ve been cursed, our lifespan has shortened considerably... Very few people even last a thousand years.”

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

He muttered and I scoffed. “They’ll wait for an eternity because I would never step foot in their land no matter what…” I vowed. “What about the curse from the goddess… Don’t you think about the possibility of this pup being the death of us?” Dante whispered and her words echoed in my head, the words of the goddess. “You will never die a natural death, any pup gotten from your mate would be the death of you if you’re still alive.” I scoffed, I was ready for anything coming my way. 500 years spent already, maybe it was time to die… I’ve witnessed the evolution of the world already and there was nothing amusing about it.

“If you choose to live, you may return to your life. However, I will find you after ten measly years must have passed.” My soul felt a pang. In ten years, I can be with Annatoria in ways I've only imagined. “Choose the other stone…” Death rushed to stand behind me, its upsetting stench threatening to blacken my soul even more. “And you'll cease to exist. Forever erased from the heavens, earths and all realms.” Just as I've always desired. “Death,” I had a question, “if I live, you'll surely find me again. When that time comes, will I also cease to exist?”

“And this time, sacrificing yourself for Ronan will be the least of your worries. Unless you want everyone to die. Their lives are in my hands, and every door you choose will lead you back to me.” His hand slid gently down my cheek, and then he crushed his lips to mine, as if trying to bite through them. “This time, you won’t have time to think like last time…because every minute you delay, ten women will fall—” The screams of the women pierced my ears, one after another, their lives extinguished in an instant. I squeezed my eyes shut in disgust, a single tear slipping down my face. Everything was repeating… I had lost them nine hundred years ago…but this time—

“I know the Twelve High Gods, but why would there be such a thing as rebirth?” “Ma’am, you must be joking. After Ragnarok, didn’t all the gods perish? It’s been three thousand years now—this is the era of their rebirth.” Ragnarok… three thousand years? The young man studied me for a moment, as if looking at an elderly woman—sympathetic, yet helpless. Still, he patiently began to explain this period of history to me. After three thousand years, everything had changed.

1005 years after Luna broke the sky. The pup from Luna’s hill was 13 now. His name was Tare. His moon was pink, scarred, and restless. He didn’t want to sit in the Circle. He wanted to run. “Why do we keep bleeding?” he asked the elder one morning. “Luna died 1000 years ago. Hope died 900. Asha died 800. When does it stop?” The elder, eyes like Asha’s, touched the stone *WE CHOOSE FOREVER*. “It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.”

“Refuse to end.” A chill moved through existence. The First Queen lowered her gaze. As if she already knew the answer. The Last Witness continued. “When a universe dies, some beings cannot accept it.” The approaching figures became slightly clearer. They cling to existence. The shadows continued moving. They survive the death of their reality. Nyros crossed his arms. “That does not sound impossible.” The Last Witness looked at him. “It becomes impossible after the first million years.” Nyros immediately fell silent. The balance trembled. The Last Witness continued. They continue existing after their stories end.”

Kaen poured his heart out to V1 and that shook V1 to his very core. " *Sighs* Life did... Look I was wrong, little 7. After living for so long and watching all my friends grow old and die... it just... I just. .. snapped. .. You're young and you probably wouldn't understand what I'm saying but living for a thousand years... it's crazy. .. it's why we Grand Elder Versions can't handle (Continent) Aravorn by ourselves anymore.