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The Red Shark

Pararaio
A young man in his early twenties, a former soldier and an otaku since his teenage years, believed he knew the world of Naruto well. Tactics, characters, historical events — everything seemed clear in his memory. Until he died. When he wakes up again, he is not on a modern battlefield, nor trapped in a strange dream. He is born — literally — in Kirigakure, the Village of the Mist, in an era far older than it should be. A world that does not follow the timeline he remembers. A world where Konoha already carries decades of history… and where war never truly ended. Reincarnated as the illegitimate son of an elite jonin from the Hoshigaki Clan, a clan known for its physical brutality and martial role within the Mist, he grows up in a gilded cradle forged in blood. His father is a feared warrior, a bastard who never had access to his clan’s secrets, yet survived through extreme violence. His mother, a woman “claimed” as a military reward, silently carries the blood of the Uzumaki Clan — a legacy that should never have existed within the Mist. Trapped in a monstrously strong body from early childhood, but without immediate access to chakra, secret techniques, or any spiritual advantage, the protagonist soon realizes that his greatest mistake was trusting too much in his memories of the original story. The world is not where it should be. Characters are born in the wrong eras. Villages are older. Wars bear different names — or were never officially declared at all. Here, prior knowledge does not guarantee survival. In Kirigakure, children are not protected — they are evaluated. Clans do not embrace — they select. And strength is not a virtue; it is an obligation. To survive, the protagonist must relearn everything: his own body, violence as a language, and the weight of carrying two bloodlines that should never coexist. The Red Shark is a story about brutality, adaptation, and identity. Not about becoming a hero. But about not drowning in a world that turns people into weapons. Inspired by Naruto: The Outsider’s Resolve (FictionOnlyReader) and Red Riot (Viva01), this fanfic reimagines the Naruto universe with an expanded chronology, darker tones, and a protagonist who discovers — the hard way — that knowing the story does not mean understanding the world. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio.
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Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
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