5 Chapter 5

After Sir Davos goes to notify the men of what happened, and about me coming back to life. I go inside the chambers of the Lord Commander of The Night's Watch, closing the door behind me, I let Ghost stay outside to guard the door.

I take a deep breath once I enter, and use the reflecting surface of Longclaw to get a good look at myself. I... looked like a long-faced version of Kit Harington but instead of brown hair and grey eyes like in the books or the opposite like in the show, I had a mane of white hair that wouldn't look strange on one with the blood of Valyria and a set of golden orbs for eyes.

My body also changed. Gone were the scars that the old Jon had from major ones like the ones that were on his chest and above my eyes, and minor ones from fighting. Even my hands lost their calluses from holding the sword and became, like the rest of my skin, as soft as a babe's bottom. My highest also changed from 1.73 m to 1.88 m. a full 15 Cm increase in height. Despite becoming taller I, however, didn't become thinner which also means that the mass of my body itself increased.

To be frank, I looked like one of those pretty boys that were kept by rich ladies, a well built and muscled one, yes, but a pretty boy nonetheless.

Daaaamn, I look niiiiiice. Not bad, Not bad at all. But I have a problem now, None of my clothes fit. and the ones left behind former Lord Commander Jorah are too wide at the belly area for me to wear.

Hmmm, Well. There is another option. Concentrating on the shadows I start to mold cursed energy to my ideal shape and invoke the technique of Megumi, The shikigami summoned appears just like I thought.

The living suit, I managed to create a shinigami that acts as a suit that protects its wearer, not like I need protection and is able to change into whatever shape and size I desire.

The suit immediately latches onto me, changing its shape to look like any of my other armors. With a knock on the door, Sir Davos enters the room.

"They are ready."

***

Going through the corridors, We end up at the training yard. Overlooking the spot where I was stabbed to death. Both Free folk and Night's Watch brothers were present, mixed looks of confusion, anger, awe, and fear were on their faces as they gazed upon me. Unlike in the show in which only 5000 of the old and the weak wildlings and a single giant survived Hardhome, In this version of GOT, more than 40,000 wildlings and a dozen giants made it to the wall, I will have to find rations for them soon.

Getting down to the ground, I walk among them, silence reigning supreme. Not a single one of them daring to say a word. The crowd splits apart as I walk between them as if I was Moses splitting the Red Sea.

Eventually, I stand before Tourmand, He looks weirded out by my new looks. He no longer towers over me, And I am able to speak to him without straining my neck. AND OH MY GOD, HE ACTUALLY SUCKLED ON THE TEAT OF A GIANTESS.

"... They think you are some kind of god," He points out as if 'they' he talks about weren't around him. "The man who returned from the dead."

"I am not a god. At least by the standards of this world, I am not an evil Santa with love for tits, and neither am I an idiot whose daddy was a former head of a multinational bank." I reply. Laughing sardonically.

"What?" He looked confused. "Nothing, Just a little private joke," I reassure him.

"I know that you are not a god," He shakes his head before he comes closer. " I saw your picker. What kind of god have a picker that small." He smirks.

"I fear that's no longer the case," I mutter into his ear while giving him a brotherly hug.

I break the hug and go to the next person I recognize, Edd.

He stares at me taking my new height and change in hair and look color, but he doesn't hesitate to give me a hug like Tourmand.

He looks quite relieved at me. " Your eyes are no longer brown, Is that still you in there?" He asks.

"I think so... Though I have to admit that I feel more than just old me." I smile at him. "Hold off burning my body for now. And Edd?"

"Hmm?"

"Do me a favor, next time I die... just burn my body right away and don't try to bring me back again, Alright?" I look into his eyes while saying this. before chuckling.

He chuckles along with me. "That's funny... You sure that it's you in there?" We laugh a bit at that.

Standing in front of the crowd, I begin my speech. "Brothers of the Nigh's Watch, Men and women of the Freefolk. I stand before you, risen from the dead. murdered by those who I called brothers. Murdered by those who refused to see the real enemy, The enemy of all life. Most of you were there in Hardhome with me, and you have seen what he could do. Now is not the time for old feuds. Now is the time to unite in front of the enemies of the living. Because if we don't, Then we will never stand a chance to stop them. Alas, even with all the might of the Night's Watch and the Freefolk combined, We will never be able to hold the wall."

I look at Bowen Marsh, Othell Yarwyck, Alliser Thorne, and Olly. They stood far in the back restrained and their mouths covered. I stared them in the eye and come to a decision. "That's why I order the execution of the traitors responsible for the mutiny... on the northern side of the wall. They will be chained, and when they raise as wights after their hanging. They will be taken to the south, to convince the southern lords to lend us their aid."

Fuck ranging beyond the wall to get a single wight in exchange for a fucking dragon.