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As the sun began to rise, time quietly passed. Nobody knew what was about to happen. Nobody truly understood what they believed in anymore.
Noah stood on the tallest rock in the village. The wind brushed against his robes as he looked down. Hundreds of people had gathered below—farmers, workers, warriors, priests... all waiting. And right in the center stood his son—Cannan.
Cannan crossed his arms. His golden robe shimmered in the morning light. Idol charms hung from his neck. His face was full of pride—too proud.
Noah didn't step back. He stepped forward.
His voice echoed, strong and calm.
"A flood is coming," he said.
"Not from me. Not from wind. And definitely not from these statues of yours.
But from the true Creator—the one who made the sky, the earth, and you.
The one who gave you breath, the land under your feet, and the life you take for granted."
The crowd muttered. Some scoffed. Others looked at each other.
"Has Noah finally gone crazy?"
"Now he's openly turning against our gods?"
They whispered.
"Why would our gods punish us? We've given them everything—our food, our gold, even our children."
But no one said it out loud. Not in front of Noah.
Because deep down... they knew who he was.
This wasn't just any man.
This was the man who lifted boulders bigger than homes.
The man who ended a war with a single stare.
The one who crossed a wild river holding a child—with beasts swimming all around—and came back alive.
This was Noah.
They couldn't say a word to his face.
Because if Noah wanted...
He could crush them all.
And no one could stop him.
Then he pointed straight at their idols.
"These stones… they don't protect your children."
"They don't make it rain."
"They don't speak. They don't move.
They do nothing for you."
He stared at the people.
"You sacrifice your kids to them.
You steal land. You kill each other for gold.
You lie to your children.
And all this time, I stayed silent… for 500 years."
His voice shook the air.
"But not anymore."
Silence fell.
Then an old man with a white beard stepped forward.
His voice was soft, but it reached everyone.
"He's telling the truth," the old man said.
"I've known Noah since I was a child.
If he says something is coming… then it is."
A hunter stepped forward.
"He saved my daughter from a wolf ten years ago.
Not even our strongest warriors dared to fight that beast.
But he did… and he didn't ask for anything in return."
A woman began to cry.
"He gave me food when my husband died.
When the rich took my home… he helped me.
Even when I had nothing to give."
One by one… the crowd started to step forward.
Not because Noah shouted.
Not because he scared them.
But because of the life he lived.
The kindness he showed.
The strength he used to protect—not dominate.
And they remembered.
This was Noah. The mountain of flesh.
The man who never bent to evil.
The man who stood for truth.
Then… Cannan stepped forward.
Everyone turned. The crowd went quiet.
They wanted to hear what Noah's own son had to say.
Cannan looked around—at his father, then at the people.
"You're all fools," he said, voice sharp.
"He's just using fear to control you. Look at him!
After 500 years of silence, now he says he's a messenger? A chosen one?"
The people whispered.
Then Kanaan reached into his robe and pulled out a golden charm.
It shimmered in the sun. But as he lifted it…
It tore.
The charm snapped in two. The golden thread ripped apart, the stone inside fell out.
Kanaan froze for a second.
But then, pretending like nothing happened, he bent down, picked it up, and tied it back.
It was cloth, after all—easy to fix. But his fingers trembled.
He stood up and held the charm high again.
"This gave me more than he ever did—power, wealth, respect.
This is my god!"
The people were split.
Some looked confused. Some cheered.
But many who believed in Noah… just sighed.
They weren't surprised. They knew Cannan had lost his way even his idol could not Protect Itself.
To them, he was blinded. Not by truth… but by pride.
People only supported Cannan because he worshipped the same gods as them—idols made of stone.
Not because he earned respect, like his father.
Not because of kindness, strength, or honor.
Even Noah's other sons—Shem, Ham, and Japheth—looked at their little brother, disappointed.
Their eyes showed it clearly: How could he do this to our father?
How could he shame him in front of everyone?
Then Cannan pointed at Noah and scoffed.
"Follow him if you want. But I'm not following some old man who talks to the clouds."
He turned away.
"I left once. I'll do it again."
Noah just stood there, watching his son walk away.
He didn't yell. He didn't fight.
He just sighed… a deep, heavy sigh.
"You don't have to follow me, son," Noah said softly.
"But please… open your eyes.
The world is about to drown."
His heart ached.
He didn't want his son to die.
Not like this.
"The Creator… He gave me a task," Noah thought.
"He sent Azazel. Gave me knowledge… To build something that can survive."
"An ark. A boat strong enough to save lives."
Behind him, people began to step forward.
Men. Women. Even some children.
They didn't come out of fear.
They didn't follow him because of his strength.
They followed him… because he believed in them when no one else did.
When the priests mocked them, Noah gave them food.
When the rich took their homes, Noah protected them.
He helped them without asking for anything in return.
He never lied.
He never broke a promise.
That's why they followed him.
That's why they stood with him.
Not just in one city.
But in all of Mesopotamia…He was their hope.
The next morning,
the land was quiet.
The air felt heavy… like the earth itself knew something big was coming.
Noah stood at the edge of a massive, empty field.
Azazel spoke to him through his mind, calmly guiding him.
"Noah… place your hand on the ground, and use your skill. 'Favor of the Lord.'"
Noah did as he was told.
Suddenly, the dry land shook… and trees began to rise.
But these weren't normal trees.
Noah's eyes widened. "These trees… they're different."
Azazel's voice echoed gently in his mind. "This is Adam's Tree. The strongest wood in creation.
Use them. Use this wood to build the ark."
Noah nodded with silent understanding.
People started gathering, shocked by what they saw.
"These trees… the Creator gave them to us," Noah said calmly.
"This is where we'll build the ark."
His voice wasn't loud… but it didn't need to be.
Everyone who believed in him could feel the truth in his words.
Standing beside him were his sons—Shem, Ham, and Japheth—strong, proud, and ready to follow.
Behind them stood a group of faithful people:
Mothers, fathers, orphans, farmers, and even former enemies.
They believed in Noah. They didn't ask questions.
They just picked up tools… and followed him.
And at the heart of it all was Amzura, Noah's wife.
She remembered the day Azazel came.
She knew the truth. And she believed with all her heart.
While Noah led the building, Amzura took charge of the camp—
Cooking, helping the sick, comforting the tired.
She always said,
"You all work for the Creator now , I'll make sure your hands stay strong… and your stomach full."
Everyone loved Amzura. she wasn't just Noah's wife, She was his light—his other half.
And her kindness was as powerful as Noah's strength.
Time passed.
The work was hard.
The trees were thick and strong—almost impossible to cut.
But when Noah touched them, they bent like they were alive.
He sliced them with ease, shaping each log perfectly.
People were amazed.
The wood, even though it came from the strongest trees, was light as a feather.
Even the children could lift it.
"This is real…" one man whispered.
"A great disaster must be coming."
Even Shem muttered,
"Father… he really is the Prophet sent by the true Creator."
But Noah didn't just build.
Every day, he walked to the village—no guards, no army, no weapon.
He could've forced the people to stop their idol worship.
But he didn't.
"Free will," Azazel reminded him.
"The Creator gave it. You must honor it."
Noah stood before the people again and again.
"It's not too late," he said.
"The Creator will forgive you if you turn back to Him. Leave your idols. Leave the lies. Come… help build the ark. We still have time."
Some laughed.
Some spat near his feet.
But none dared lay a hand on him.
They knew better.
Noah wasn't just a builder.
He was a legend.
They saw him walk through fire and come out untouched.
They saw him fight beasts no warrior could face.
They knew—if he wanted, he could become the King of Mesopotamia.
But he never wanted power.
"I'm not your enemy," Noah said.
"I just want to save you."
Still, one drunk man shouted:
"You're mad, old man! You're building a boat in the middle of a desert!
Water from the sky? HA!"
People chuckled quietly.
But never to Noah's face.
Noah turned, calm and firm.
"When the sky cries… don't say I didn't warn you."
And he walked away.
The laughter stopped.
Far away… Canaan watched as His eyes full of jealousy and anger.
"Why do they follow him?" he thought.
"Why does everything listen to him?"
He saw the people building, the support Noah had.
Even his brothers stood proudly with their father.
And deep down… Canaan knew.
The only reason he had respect before
Was because he was Noah's son.
Not because of his charms.
Not because of his idols.
Not because of his own power.
"Even If I threw away my charms right now," he thought,
"No one would touch me.
Not because of me… but because I'm his son."
"I don't want that. I don't want to be known as Noah's son."
"I want to be known as Canaan."
But the deeper that desire grew…
The more twisted his path became.
As the sun set and the stars began to shine, the people slowly returned to their homes for rest.
The ark… stood tall, stronger each day.
It wasn't just a ship anymore—it was becoming something sacred. A vessel to save the world.
The people who followed Noah had built it with their own hands.
Noah carved the wood himself, shaping it with precision.
The others forged iron nails, lifted logs, and worked day and night.
Together, they were creating a miracle.
But not everyone was happy…
A group from the nearby village, led by a man named Haruno, watched with hatred in their hearts.
He hated Noah.
He hated how people followed him.
But most of all—he feared Noah's power.
He knew he couldn't face Noah directly.
So, like cowards… they chose a different path.
That night, while Noah and his people were asleep after a long, hard day…
Haruno and his group crept into the construction site.
They didn't come with weapons.
They came with filth.
Thousands of them.
Hidden by darkness.
They snuck into the ark.
And they did something disgusting.
They defiled it.
They pooped—yes, actually pooped—everywhere.
On the wooden floors…
In the storage rooms…
In the corners…
Even on the support beams.
They laughed silently.
They thought it was clever.
They thought it would humiliate Noah.
They thought they were safe…
But they had no idea what was coming.
They had no idea what the Creator had planned.
Noah may have been exhausted that night—
His mind was overwhelmed with visions of the ark's final form, divine blueprints flashing through his thoughts.
But the eyes of heaven… were never closed.
NOTE :-NO SAKURA HARUNO AND HARNO FAMILY IS HARMED IN THIS.