The Wierwood Tree Neds POV Sitting quietly beneath the Wierwood tree, nestled in the grounds of Winterfell.
This is where I come when I need to clear my mind.
Today, I was oiling the Valyrian sword, Ice, carefully polishing it in the sunlight.
The sword gleamed, a symbol of my house, my duty, and my honor.
Whenever worries or heavy thoughts weigh on me, I find myself here.
This place brings me a sense of calm, as if the old gods themselves are watching over me, keeping me safe.
Today, my thoughts are consumed with the coming war.
All the banners from the North have been called, and soldiers are preparing to march.
I know I will have to lead them into battle.
It is my duty as Warden of the North.
My wife begged me to let others lead.
She’s pregnant now, worried about the war.
She told me I should stay home, especially now, when our child is on the way.
She’s afraid I might not come back.
I already missed the birth of my eldest son, Rob.
I wish I could have been there for him and for her.
And now, I fear I might also miss the birth of my third child.
That thought weighs heavily on my heart.
But I know I cannot stay.
Duty and honor demand I follow the king’s command.
In that moment, I realize — “no matter how much I wish for peace, the war isn’t over yet, and I must be ready for whatever comes next.” I gently place Ice back into its sheath, take a deep breath, and stand to walk back to the castle.
But just as I do, I notice a shadow moving behind the trees—a figure watching me from the distance.
My hand instinctively goes to my sword.
Then a man was floating in the air looking at me with glowing red eyes, the patterns on it are spinning.
My vision warped then suddenly i was transported to somewhere.
Black clouds and the color of sky was red.
Trees are gray.
The ground, the soil that im stepping damp..
…
I scope a handfull give it a squeeze then bloood.
That metalic stench They are soaked with blood, “”Why i am here?
I muttered Then, A voice, calm yet commanding, echoed in the silence.
“Do you want power?” Confusion rooted me.
I hesitated, unsure of what was happening, of who this was.
I stayed silent.
The voice spoke again, deeper this time.
“Do you need power?
Power to defeat your enemies?
Power to win the war you are about to face?” My heart pounded.
I hesitated longer, then finally, I answered, voice trembling, “Yes.” “Good!
Remember …..
this is a gift from the ōtsutsuki clan.” The voice echoed Suddenly, pain surged through my head like a thousand blades stabbing at once.
I clutched my skull, my knees buckling, and I closed my eyes in agony.
The world around me blurred, and I felt myself being pulled back.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in the Godswood at Winterfell.
The familiar trees and the quiet serenity greeted me.
But the pain lingered, sharp and relentless.
And with that pain came a strange, new knowledge—an understanding that I had never possessed before.
A knowledge in my mind about chakra, about how to harness it, how to control ice magic with it.
I clutched my chest, trying to steady my breathing – ” Ōtsutsuki clan.
Who are you?
I muttered silently..
—– Jon’s POV Arriving at the Godswood via teleportation, I was greeted by the presence of my uncle, Ned Stark.
“Ohh, nice.
What a coincidence you’re here,” I said.
I then deactivated my invisibility jutsu, flew towards Ned, and put him in genjutsu.
He just stood there, looking blank.
While we were inside the genjutsu world, I asked him if he wanted power.
When he said yes, I proceeded.
I asked Chione which bloodline would best suited for Ned Stark.
Ding…
Chione: “Suitability for Eddard Stark: Yuki Clan.” Eddard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, embodies the virtues of the Ice Bloodline.
His unwavering sense of duty, honor, and stoic resilience mirror the traits of the ice element.
“Ah…
that was an expected result,” I thought.
“The Starks have lived in the cold, bitter North for thousands of years.
Ice Release does indeed suit them.” I commanded the system, “Chione, bestow the Yuki Clan bloodline to Eddard Stark, please.” Chione: “Command accepted.” Ding…
Bloodline infusion into Eddard Stark was completed.
“Thanks, buddy.
I knew I could count on you,” I said to the system.
While Ned Stark was still trapped in genjutsu, I instilled in him all the knowledge needed to use Ice Release jutsu.
With my Mangekyo Sharingan, it was possible, though he still needs to practice so he can perform the techniques in battle.
Then I got a little curious.
“Chione, can I also view the status window for my uncle Ned?” Ding…
Chione: “Affirmative.
All people with infused bloodlines will have the host access to their status window of the person in question.” Wow, that’s pretty cool.
Then I asked, “Can you let me see the status of Lord Eddard Stark?” Chione: “Yes, of course, host.” Ding…
[Eddard Stark – Status ] Name: Eddard Stark Bloodline: Ice Release (Yuki Clan) Rank : Jonin Title: Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North Health: 95 / 100 Stamina: 85 / 100 Chakra: 70 / 100 Strength: 80 Agility: 75 Intelligence: 70 Willpower: 90 Special Techniques Ice Release: Hyoton (Ice Style): Creates solid ice constructs, weapons, and barriers instantaneously.
Ice Prison Technique: Encases opponents in thick ice, rendering them immobile temporarily.
Frostbite Technique: Releases a chilling wind infused with ice chakra, freezing opponents’ movements and causing frostbite damage.
Blizzard Summoning Technique: Summons a powerful blizzard, reducing visibility, lowering enemy attack accuracy, and creating icy terrain.
Frozen Blade Technique: Forms sharp, icy blades from chakra to strike enemies with freezing cold steel.
Glacial Shield Technique: Summons an ice shield capable of deflecting attacks and absorbing damage.
Nice…
With this, Eddard Stark will become a monster in the war to come.
But of course, problems will arise when he starts showcasing these abilities in battle.
“What will the Seven Kingdoms’ reaction be to this?” “Hmm…
Well, uncle Ned will just have to face it.
” And This won’t be the last time people see ninja techniques in the battles ahead.
I’m planning to give other people special bloodlines as well.
I want to create a diverse array of powerful warriors.
I also placed a Flying Thunder God mark on my uncle’s back so I can teleport to him anytime.
That way, I can support him whenever needed.
With that, I think my job here is done.
With a thought, I teleported again to the clones traveling to the Iron Islands.
They have arrived at Castle Cerwyn,ancestral seat of House Cerwyn, a noble house in the North.
Castle Cerwyn is depicted as a formidable northern fortress, situated in the mountainous and forested regions of the North.
Every clone was using invisibility techniques.
I also dispelled the transformation jutsu, put on the ANBU mask, and traveled with them.
We moved as quickly as possible this time—to take advantage of the opportunity.
My goal is to rescue and recruit the Thralls and Salt Wives.
They are the captured people of the Iron Islands.
They will become my citizens.
I’ve thought about this carefully.
Its not ideal for now for the Wildlings to become my ninjas; they are barbaric and too proud.
They have a saying that “a freefolk never kneels.” Changing their ways would take too much time—a hassle I don’t want to endure.
Some could become citizens of my kingdom, but only if they accept my laws and change their way of life.
If they refuse, then it’s their loss.
Living in my kingdom will be the greatest blessing they could receive.
However, the Thralls are different.
They are slaves, but in name.
They will see me as their savior—the person who gives them freedom.
I will have their unwavering loyalty.
So, having them on my side is a must.
And I also plan to completely eradicate the Ironborn.
This band of rapists and criminals should all die.
They are a menace that must be wiped out.