Naruto: The Viking Thorfin Becomes a Inuzuka In The World of Shinobi

The following week brought a new kind of terror to the children in Root. They had long been accustomed to pain, starvation, and the constant bombardment of Danzo-sama's commands. But today, the presence of the man himself—the man whose name had become synonymous with their very existence—would change everything.

Danzo-sama's Arrival

The compound was eerily quiet, even for Root. The usual cold, detached training exercises were halted as the children were lined up in the darkened hallways, their faces gaunt and bruised from the constant abuse. They stood in line, their backs straight, minds hazy from the daily conditioning, when a sudden shift in the air signaled his arrival.

The Root agents, who had been watching the children with unwavering stares, immediately straightened at attention. The children knew what was coming next, even though they had no clear idea of what to expect. They had only heard whispers—whispers about the man who controlled them all.

The doors opened, and Danzo Shimura himself entered.

He was everything the children had been taught to revere. Clad in his signature cloak, his visible Sharingan eye gleaming through the bandages wrapped around his head, he exuded an almost overwhelming presence. There was no warmth in his gaze, no sense of care. Just cold authority.

"These are the children I have chosen," Danzo muttered under his breath as he surveyed the line of orphans, his hand resting on the cane he leaned on. His voice was low, almost casual, but it held the kind of finality that made the air feel thick with dread.

The children couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. Their lives were already devoid of meaning, but now, something far worse was about to unfold.

The Cursed Seal: A Mark of Absolute Loyalty

One by one, the children were dragged to the center of the room by the Root agents. Their faces were covered in dirt and tears, the weight of their souls being crushed under the unrelenting pressure of their circumstances. Some tried to pull away, some whimpered, others simply stared at the floor, too broken to protest.

But there was no escape. Not from this.

Fuck

Fuck

Fucck

How do I get out of here. Do I run? No they'd kill me too fast.

This can't be it

I can't be marked are my life is over

Each child was forced to kneel as the Root agents held them down. Thorfin was no different. His eyes narrowed in defiance, though his spirit was rapidly waning under the mental manipulation. His heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling from fear and pain.

A Root agent placed a hand on the back of Thorfin's head, keeping it steady as another stepped forward, holding a small, sinister-looking needle. The tension in the room was palpable, and every child was subjected to the same fate.

The agent positioned the needle carefully on Thorfin's tongue. The words were barely audible, but the commands were clear.

"Danzo-sama's will... must be obeyed."

A sharp pain shot through his mouth as the needle pierced his tongue, and the skin began to burn as the cursed seal was etched into his flesh. It felt like fire, like molten metal being pressed directly into his skin. The pain was indescribable.

Its like my tongue is being bathed in lava

Its the type of pain that you wouldn't wish on your worse enemy

The pain that makes you beg and would be willing to do anything just to not go through with it.

The sensation so intense that Thorfin had to clench his teeth to prevent himself from screaming. His entire body trembled as the agents held him down, forcing him to remain still.

The other children, their own painful expressions a mirror of his, were all undergoing the same torment. Some managed to keep quiet, but others couldn't hold back their cries, their bodies shuddering as the cursed seal was placed on their tongues.

The Seal of the Mind: Absolute Submission

Once the cursed seal had been placed, the children were then subjected to the next phase of their indoctrination—the mind curse seal. A technique far more insidious than the first. It wasn't just about branding the children physically; it was about breaking them mentally, ensuring that no thought, no idea, no action could ever exist in their minds without Danzo-sama's approval.

A different set of Root agents entered the room, their faces cold and emotionless. They held vials of a strange liquid—dark and viscous—and without a word, they began to inject the liquid into the backs of each child's necks, including Thorfin.

The pain that followed was instantaneous.

Thorfin felt as if his brain itself was on fire. It was as though every synapse in his head was being rewired, every thought, every memory being erased. The agony was so excruciating that he couldn't even find the strength to cry out. His body went rigid, unable to move as the curse sealed his mind, altering his very will to be nothing more than a puppet in Danzo-sama's hands.

Thorfin's mind swam in the depths of torment, but a small part of him—somewhere deep inside—refused to yield. He couldn't remember much of his life before, but the memories of his parents—their faces, their voices—lingered in the back of his mind like shadows. The small, burning flicker of resistance had become a glimmer of hope.

But it was hard. The curse burned through his mind, and the will of Danzo-sama pushed against it.

"Loyalty to Danzo-sama is everything."

The mantra echoed like a relentless tide, pushing him, suffocating him.

Whenever he tried to think about anything else he'd hear it again

"Long live Lord Danzo-sama!"

Now I think I get why root agents are so fanatical, its like being hit with joker toxin and being forced to laugh uncontrollably. This has seemingly no cure.

As the agents finished the procedure, they stepped back and began to leave the room, their faces impassive. Danzo lingered for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the children with quiet approval.

"You will serve me well," he said softly, his voice a low murmur that felt like a dark promise. "You are no longer children. You are Root. You will obey. You will fight. And you will never betray me."

The room was silent, save for the soft groans of the children as they lay there, broken, altered, and now irrevocably bound to the will of Danzo-sama. Their minds had been rewritten, their bodies scarred, their spirits subdued. They were now tools in the hands of a man who would stop at nothing to ensure their loyalty—by any means necessary.

Thorfin lay there, his body aching, his tongue burning from the cursed seal, but deep inside, something still flickered. Something that refused to fade completely.

Perhaps there was still hope.

But as the agents exited, leaving them all in the cold, dark silence, Thorfin knew that hope was a fragile thing—one that would need to survive against everything Danzo-sama would throw at him.

Danzo's gaze swept over the kneeling children, his cold, unwavering eyes taking in their pained, broken forms. The room was thick with silence, save for the soft gasps and trembling breaths of the young ones who had just been branded with their cursed seals. The Root agents who had administered the procedures stood at attention, their faces devoid of emotion, as they silently awaited their leader's next words.

Danzo's grip tightened on his cane, his shadowed form looming over the room like an immovable mountain. He stood there for a moment, as if contemplating the children before him, before he spoke—his voice calm, yet laden with an unsettling weight that seemed to press down on the very air around them.

"You have been marked," Danzo began, his voice smooth, but sharp like the blade of a knife, "and with that mark comes a responsibility. A responsibility that is not for the faint-hearted, nor for those who do not understand the true nature of strength."

His words lingered, curling through the room like smoke, sinking into their minds, manipulating them. He paused, his gaze sweeping over each child. Thorfin felt his eyes pass over him, but he didn't flinch, despite the burn of his cursed seal still pulsating on his tongue.

Danzo's voice softened as he continued, "You are no longer children. You are no longer individuals. You are now part of something far greater. You are Root."

The weight of the words was suffocating, as though they were being branded onto their very souls. Thorfin could feel the shift, the emotional manipulation creeping into the air. It was as though every word was an invisible thread, tightening around their hearts, twisting and pulling them into a single, unified cause.

"You may feel pain now, but it is the pain of growth. You may feel the loss of yourself, but in truth, you are finding your true purpose. Your pain means something. It is the price for protection. Protection of Konoha, of the people, of the future that lies beyond the horizon."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at them all again, his words now laced with a deeper sense of pride, of guilt, and of purpose. "You are the roots. And without roots, a tree cannot stand. A tree cannot survive. You are the unseen strength that holds up the great tree of Konoha. While others may bask in the sunlight, your service remains hidden, your sacrifices unseen. And yet, you will be the ones who ensure that this village survives—through blood, through sacrifice, through loyalty."

Each word was like a weight being dropped into their hearts, sinking deep into the well of their emotions. Thorfin's chest tightened, his mind swirling with confusion and something darker—something he couldn't quite name. He was only a child, and yet Danzo's words were beginning to make him feel something he hadn't felt before: guilt.

"You will not be remembered. Your names will be forgotten, lost in time. But it does not matter, because in service to the village, in service to Konoha—your loyalty will be your legacy."

Danzo's eyes turned to the agents who stood at attention, a subtle shift in his posture signaling them to remain silent and watch as he continued.

"I am the only one who can lead this. I alone have the vision. I alone know the path forward." His voice grew darker, more intense. "There are those in this world who cannot see the truth. They will try to tear down what we have built, destroy what we have protected. But as long as we, the shadows of this village, remain—Konoha will survive. And those who fail to see this will not be spared."

A soft chuckle, almost cruel, slipped from his lips.

"You are mine. And you will serve me with every breath you have left. You will not question. You will not hesitate. Loyalty to Danzo-sama is everything. It is the bond that unites us. The bond that ensures survival."

The silence that followed was deafening, but in it, the children could feel something shift deep inside them. For some, it was pride—for being part of something so powerful. For others, it was fear—fear of betrayal, of rebellion, and of the consequences that would come from defying him.

Danzo paused again, looking down at them all. "I do not expect gratitude. I do not expect you to thank me for the pain I have caused. You will not receive praise. But know this: when the time comes, you will be the one standing between the village and its enemies. You will be the ones who will protect it all. And that... is worth everything."

His gaze lingered on each of them, his words sinking into their hearts like poisoned seeds. "You will be Root. And you will be the strength that allows the great tree of Konoha to stand, no matter the cost."

And then something you wouldn't expect happened. The children cheered

"Danzo-sama is everything!" child one said.

"Danzo-sama will be our salvation." child two said.

"Lord Danzo is the great tree that will protect us in the roots." child three said.

"I will fight for Lord Danzo." child four said.

One by one the children cheered this monster like he was their god. Long Live Lord Danzo!

"Long Live Lord Danzo!" Every child yelled.

Danzo, as if he expected this smiled, receiving their praise for him then with a final, decisive nod, Danzo turned, his figure casting a long shadow over the room. His agents followed suit, their steps silent as they exited, leaving the children kneeling in the silence of his words.

Thorfin sat motionless, his mind reeling, as his body burned from the seal, as his soul was warped and bound to the cold will of Danzo-sama. There was no escape, no choice but to obey.

But deep within, a flicker of resistance—a memory of a different world, of a different purpose—remained. It was faint, like a distant whisper in the storm, but it was there. And it wouldn't fade away so easily.

Danzo-sama may control them.

But he could never control their hearts.