“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.”
Naruto met him in the center of the field. They spoke no words. The Night King thrust his spear; Naruto caught it with his bare hand. The frost crawled up his arm, coating his sleeve, his skin—
And with a whoosh of displaced air, the Ghost of Winterfell was gone. naruto x juego de tronos fanfiction
The weirwood tree’s leaves were the color of old blood. Beneath its weeping face, Jon Snow knelt, his breath misting in the frozen air. He had come here to pray, though he no longer knew to which gods. The Old, the New… they all felt silent as the grave.
“Westeros.”
Not with a howl or a scream, but with a whoosh of displaced air, as if Winterfell itself had exhaled. Jon’s hand flew to Longclaw’s hilt. A figure now stood before the weirwood, facing away from him. Lean, clad in black and orange that seemed garish against the snow. Spiky, sun-lightened hair defied the northern cold. “I’ve been cold before,” he said, and the
Jon Snow sat alone on the broken Wall, watching the sun climb over a world that would never quite believe what it had seen. Somewhere behind him, a direwolf howled.
But it was the night the Wall fell that the song was truly written.
The Night King himself descended from his ice spider, a spear of frozen dragon-glass in his hand. For the first time, something like interest crossed that ancient, terrible face. “Okay, so that’s a no
“A promise,” Naruto said, and grinned one last time. “Believe it.”
“You’re not an Other,” Jon said, not relaxing.