King of the Coast
On the other side of the beach.
For a short time, Naruto's heart unpredictably beat. Strongly as it threatened to either stop or leave his chest. It was worrying, to the point of making him think something had gone wrong.
He'd only eaten one fruit... Whether some mistake, some conspiracy had happened for him to chance upon such a blessed token as he woke up in the strange land, he didn't want to die again. Not that he exactly did, apparently...
As fast as the discomfort came, however, it left. Fortunately, there was no conspiracy. Just enormous changes taking place in his physical makeup.
..............
Minutes passed. Now investigating his devil fruit ability, Naruto had a besotted, dazed expression on his face.
He didn't have that thing named devil fruit talent yet, but he certainly had a concrete idea regarding the core of his abilities.
With little effort, little shadowboxing, the general capacities began to turn, sprout in his mind.
He had now become a tornado human. With wind-related skills, akin to a shredder. Not only could he absorb circumferent wind, he could propel wind, throw wind twisters, or literal, expanding tornadoes about.
This though just seemed to be the surface concerning his new power. Whatever was inside the fruit, a devil, or a demon, he, who used to be a jinchuriki in his past life, felt a connection.
Through it, using whatever was left of his powerful senses, most accurately his sixth one, the most animalistic, it was relatively easy for him to figure out something. It was possible to scratch deeper into the power. A lot more.
The Paramecia's true potential was buried deep inside... It was infinite potential. As long as he grew, he would grow along with him. In-power...
Naruto didn't have a perfect clue concerning the rest. The creative and fancy side of things.
But he was dubbed an unpredictable genius by his teacher. It was the last of his worries.
Swoosh!!
Waaahmm~~
Having no idea how to transform stamina into Jutsu or a Rasengan yet, or how to use that Haki thing, Naruto formed and threw a miniature tornado towards the sea.
With sheer devil fruit power, relying on his endurance. It naturally took from it.
It also made some odd sound effects...
BOOM!
"Hahaha!!!"
"Is this my power?!!"
Seeing the damage he caused to the blasting, splashing, churning and then siphoning water, the growing smirk at the corner of Naruto's lips and the laugh didn't take a long time to leave.
"Huh??!! What's that big guy?!!"
"Fuck!"
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[Name: King of the Coast (Barracuda Hybrid Fish)]
Level: 16
Talents: Strength, Biting, Swimming
Devil fruit: N/A
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There was a huge, angry monster, with furious-red eyes, emerging out of the water! It had a bulge on its head, and a window with a dangerous level on top of it!
"He probably can't walk on land, right?!"
"I don't want to find out, though. Let's get the fuck out of here!"
Having no clothes to seize, or people to save, which was ironically a good thing right now, Naruto ran away like a thief.
His large forearm-long penis, a bit inferior to his Hokage peak years in terms of length, though, was swaying left and right as he ran into the forest. To stave off the towering, diving abomination called the King of the coast.
The wild beast chasing below the seawater was a gigantic, cloudy green sea mammoth, with a brown barracuda's head, and the dentition of a zoophagous, giant lizard.
Those were two delicious foods, two meats that Naruto had eaten once. Scrumptiously.
... He didn't want to stay to find out if fate had a joke in mind for him.
HOWLLL~~
Not looking behind, as he skittered, scurried through the forest leaves, he overheard the sea beast howling. Its outburst was relatively fearsome, he sounded like a violent, shamed dragon...
Naruto wasn't scared of dragons. He met some. Fought some.
But his strength, represented by his level in this new land, was at ground zero. Ground one, to be precise. It was abysmal.
Fighting on water before figuring out his old tricks was not his idea of fun, either.
Brave he was, but he was first and foremost a Shinobi. A Hokage who learned that tactical retreat wasn't dishonorable...
He would come back. Stronger, more prepared.
..............
Moving inside the forest, which was actually more of a jungle of palm, tall trees, and vines, as he was eaten, devoured alive by mosquitoes, and bothered by flies, Naruto cursed.
He didn't remember which direction he had taken and was moving a little blindly.
"Fuck! Fuck! And fuck!"
"What kind of outrageous place is this?"
"Who could have thought that I'd be throwing my little tornado at the den of a monster?"
"Worst thing is it didn't even look hurt with my noob attack. Why was it so fucking angered?"
Wondering if the King of the Coast was woken up by him, or bothered while having intercourse with his fish wife, Naruto cursed inwardly again.
He was missing his own little home and wife. Now he regretted spending so much time in the Hokage office.
He was giving it good to Hinata at night every day, but apart from the orgasms he gave her, made her pass out into, he was probably a lax, overworked husband.
There was only so much good, long and sweaty dickings could do to make a wife happy. Or was it all that mattered?
Thinking about existential questions, not so essential to him back then, Naruto noticed himself changing.
Not just in terms of love-related matters, but on his life views.
The strangest thing was that he couldn't tell why. Maybe he was just missing Sasuke. Or he was meant to be like this without his Indra counterpart.
As much as he tried acting like a guiding light to the friendly prick, his brother, Sasuke, was one to him as well. Now he was finding himself on this odd island, this new life without greater purpose.
Without anyone to compare on this dick measuring contest called the life of a man... A Shinobi...
... Wait, that sounded wrong.
Shivering as he recalled a time when he and Sasuke kissed, a lot less by chance than initially thought, in retrospect, Naruto swore, lied to himself that he was happy to be separated from his good brother.
Reevaluating the missing feels, once more, he wasn't lying to himself when he unashamedly thought how he missed the guy's wife. She and her good, lonely ass, which he strayed down on, inside more than once. Not just sporadically.
It was a secret they swore to keep. Not just from the Uchiha. Also, from his glass-wearing daughter, who admired him and what the Hokage word meant.
With his consuming testosterone, eonian libido, Naruto never felt guilty. Never confessed. Maybe he should've.
Sasuke fucking Sakura once a year wasn't an excuse.
Thinking about all the damned things he ever did, with more or less regret for some, Naruto felt like he still was a good person. He lived the life of a good man.
He inspired children, made people, women, happy. Not only that, but he also protected them.
He wasn't perfect, but Naruto was sure he made his parents proud.
Wondering what new adventures were awaiting him in this new life, if it was, as it certainly seemed to be, he sighted a new beach in the distance. One devoid of a wave-rampaging monster.
When he finally stepped foot on that beach, on that sandy shore, after a look at the bright horizon, he turned his head to the right.
What he saw first made him happy, the next made him furious red. Almost like the previous King of the Coast.
Thinking, 'People? What's this now? Can't a thing go right in this place?...' This time, Naruto discounted the danger as he rushed headfirst into a fray. A nearing human fray. A fray of people he wasn't glad to finally spot, sadly...
It wasn't the kind of folks he was looking for.
Moreover, and more importantly... He wasn't sure who the beautiful, fainted mature woman on the beach was yet, but he had to do something. About this suspicious bunch gathering around her.
..............
Moments before. South Blue.
In a weak area of that sea. A hideout of semi retired, failed pirates.
Jasper, the newest recruit of the trailer trash, frittered and dispersed but still dishonest crew, was on the lookout. He was always when the captain and his wife, the vice captain, left the island to play some casino.
Seniority and duties in such a trash crew? They were unfair and prejudiced toward him.
At one of such moments. Looking through the binoculars, bored with the usual churning, burning grudge inside, he spotted a beauty randomly washing out on the beach.
"Woow! Smith, Come and check this out!" His eyes turning into hearts, as he turned starchy and lapped his lips, Jasper yelled out. Toward the base of a slim, lofty wood structure. And to the second most failed, weakest, most bullied member of the crew after him.
He didn't know how it got here, but Jasper was going to share the good thing he saw with his good, wretched hole brother. They shared everything, particularly food and rum.
As long as they weren't his sisters, which he left alone, unattended, back home for this leisurely life, good women were nothing compared to brotherhood.