Demon Dragon Rider

Chapter 1: It Can't Be

A man in a cloak stood next to a large ship, docked in the port of a well fortified town. He sighed, with his eyes closed as he faced the open ocean in front of him.

The figure, sensing someone approaching, opened his hazel colored eyes. He turned to see it was a woman who was coming towards him. She wore an elegant dress, which covered most of her form. Her skin was dark, and her hair was long and black, set in a braid. Around her head was a gold tiara with a single diamond set in the center of it.

“I wish you would stay,” she said, watching him. The man shook his head.

“I have nothing left here. No reason to stay,” he said, with his voice weighed and full of sadness.

The woman sighed. “What about your cousin? Or successor? They need you. And I need you to help me,” she said softly. The figure closed his eyes.

“No…you’re a strong leader…and my successor will serve you well. As for Roran…he’ll be fine. As will you, Nasuada.” With that, the figure walked past her and up the gangplank of the ship, which was ready to make sail. As it pulled away, Nasuada, former leader of the Varden and now Queen of Alagaesia, watched in sadness as one of her greatest allies and closest friends left this land forever.

“Goodbye…Eragon Bromsson,” she said softly, turning away.

{164 years later in the Land of Fire}

“Pervy Sage, I need some help with that new version of the Rasengan we talked about!” Naruto Uzumaki, blonde Genin of Konohagakure no Sato, yelled to his sensei. The blonde 14 year old Genin was wearing a black and dark orange jacket with matching pants and a black clothed headband. An improvement over his previous clothes of bright orange and blue. He shifted his backpack and scratched one of the six whisker-like scars on his cheeks.  The whiskers marks were a sign of Naruto’s status as the container of the Nine-Tailed Fox, the demon fox that had attacked Konoha 14 years ago, on the day of Naruto’s birth, October 10. The Fourth Hokage had given his life to seal the demon in Naruto.

The man he was talking to, Jiraiya of the Sannin, was an elderly man. He had long white hair that was spiky and reached down below his waist. He wore an olive gray jacket and pants with a mesh shirt under the jacket, gauntlets on the arms and a red vest over the jacket. He also had wooden samurai sandals, a headband with a double horned metal plate on it, with the kanji for ‘oil’ on it.

Jiraiya was one of the three legendary Sannins, the three ninjas trained by the Third Hokage himself. He was also the legendary Toad Sage and author of the Icha Icha series.

The old man sighed. “Kid…I have a name. It’s Jiraiya. Say it with me…Jiraiya. If you can't call me sensei, then at least call me that!”

Naruto crossed his arms. “Not until you stop peeping on girls!” he said. Jiraiya sighed.

“Kid, I’m an author. I need to do research for my books!” he yelled. Naruto snorted.

“What, you can’t write real stuff? I mean, you have me edit some of those rough drafts and other than the large amounts of smut, they’re actually good. Why don’t you actually try writing something real?” he said. Jiraiya just sighed.

“I tried that once. The book didn’t sell well,” he said. Naruto sighed.

“Fine, fine. I won’t bug you about the books. But when you stop peeping on girls, then I’ll call you Jiraiya-Sensei.” He looked around the forested path they were walking along. He stiffened as he saw a small flash of movement. He glanced at Jiraiya who nodded. They kept going until suddenly, they came under attack.