One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them, that was the moto of the ring of power, during its creating it contained incredible power to those who wielded it, and tempted the hearts of man to put it on, so it can return to its master. However its master is dead, the ring seemingly destroyed, or so it would seem.
The ring cannot simply vanish, rather, recreate itself, find a new master to serve, with time it bore new powers and new gifts, with new gifts comes a new look and new restrictions and powers, gone was most of it's normal power and instead gained the power to change the body, the mind and command them to do an action, however this is limited to three uses per day and the target of the ring can only be targeted once every three days. The forging of the ring was gone and now it looked like an ordinary ring with a gem, it also gave itself a new name, one freed of the bonds of its old life, the ring of three, centuries of knowledge shared upon its new master, given to those worthy of seeking to change their destiny, or improving an old one. Finally it came, to the village of Konoha, centuries of slumber it awoke, awoke to a heart that cried out for it, but he did not know it, but he will soon, and he will be satisfied.
"Leave me alone, I'm not a demon!" A young voice said, ah there he is, the boy who's heart was tainted by those that choose to abuse it to quell their own suffering and pain, or maybe they simply do this to be cruel!
"Shut up and prepare to die demon!" A voice yelled as it say the young boy hide where it is, trying to drown out the footsteps chasing him, "after that thing!"
"I'm not a demon." The boy sniffed, crying to himself, "it's not fair." No, life is not fair, the cruelty of fate sometimes punishes the undeserving, but that can change, that WILL change, this boy will treat it well, of that it was certain. A pulse entered the boy's mind as he looked at the ring. The power of the ring compelled him to pick it up, it whispered promises, desires, it whispered goals, anything, the boy simply looked at the ring and without so much as a second thought, put it on, yes.
"You'll take care of me." The boy muttered as he left, the ring gave him knowledge, information, slowly he understood how to use it, how to master it, how to turn the fate he has into one that he can obtain.
"My precious." The boy muttered, the power of the ring was influencing his young impressionable angered mind, with this ring he can obtain what he wanted, he can shape who he wanted, he can rule over all if he wanted. The world will soon know the name, of Naruto Uzumaki, and he's determined to right the wrong that was brought upon him.
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