Ancient European and American legends spoke of a strange people that would arrive once a year to trade. They traded exquisite fabrics, jewelry, and art, marvelous and extraordinary inventions, all for the simplest things. They spoke a strange language that none understood, and had a distinctly non-human aura about them. After a week's time, they would disappear again, and leave no trace to be found.
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You can't stop the flow of time. Its wheel only whirls in one direction. It is impossible for a mere human to change that path. But sometimes the impossible must be done... Naruto time travel fanfiction.