“I’ve been cold before,” he said, and the Nine-Tails’ chakra exploded outward like a second dawn.
Then he walked out to meet the army of the dead. What happened next would be told by campfires for a generation.
The figure turned. Jon saw a boy’s face, but with eyes that held the weight of decades. Blue eyes, sharp as Valyrian steel, scanned the courtyard, the broken tower, the heart tree. He did not look surprised. He looked… assessing. naruto x juego de tronos fanfiction
The Others came not as a trickle but as a tide. A hundred thousand dead marched on the Gift, led by White Walkers on dead horses, their swords of ice glittering in the blue-black dark. The Night’s Watch broke. The wildlings broke. Even the dragons Daenerys had finally brought north—Viserion and Rhaegar, for Drogon had been lost at sea—faltered, their flames guttering against the cold sorcery of the Night King.
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. “I’ve been cold before,” he said, and the
The things we do for love , he thought. And for friends we never knew we had.
The Night King shattered. Every Walker within a mile shattered with him. The wights fell like puppets with cut strings, and the long winter died with a sigh. Jon found him sitting on a broken piece of the Wall, looking out at the sunrise. Dawn had finally come. The snow was already melting. The figure turned
“That’s why you’d be good at it.” Naruto stood, brushing ice from his orange coat. “I should go. My world needs me. But hey—” He held out a fist. “If you ever get another zombie apocalypse, just, you know. Yell really loud. I’ll hear it.”
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