Naruto floated at the heart of his dimension, his eyes fixed on the figure of pure energy before him.
It seemed both immense and intangible, as though it were made of living stars and the memories of forgotten universes.
He had never felt such deep peace.
No pain.
No rejection.
No loneliness.
Only a silence… full.
"You're saying this energy is inside me?" Naruto asked, eyes wide.
The voice answered without sound, like a whisper deep within his soul:
"You are the vessel. The point of origin. You are the one who will receive the Infinite."
Naruto frowned.
"But… why me? I'm just a boy everyone hates. A monster, that's what they call me."
The light pulsed gently.
"It is precisely because they rejected you… that you are ready. The world cannot contain what you are becoming. And so, another path was given to you. A path far greater than chakra. A path without limits."
Naruto lowered his head. He wanted to believe. He needed to.
But deep inside, the pain refused to fade.
"I'm tired… I just wanted… not to be alone."
Silence answered again.
But this time, something changed.
The space around him vibrated.
Floating islands of light appeared—miniature planets suspended in the void. And on these islands, shapes began to take form. At first indistinct… then clearer and clearer.
Translucent wings beat gently through the air. Graceful, delicate beings were born from the light. They were human-sized, with silver hair and eyes that glowed like twin moons, their garments woven from mist and brilliance. They approached Naruto softly, each placing a hand over their heart.
Then came the dragons.
Immense. Majestic. Some clad in golden scales, others made of crystal or blue flame. They soared slowly around the celestial islands, their intelligent eyes fixed on the small blond boy floating at the center of the sacred void.
Naruto's eyes widened.
"What... is all this?"
The voice responded:
"They are your creations. You just gave birth to a people. You are their origin. Their king."
He couldn't believe it.
And yet…
One of the dragons bowed before him, folding one great wing in a sign of respect. A fairy fluttered toward him, kneeling in midair.
"My king," she said gently, "we have awaited your awakening since the beginning."
Naruto was speechless.
The fairy took his hand.
And then—he felt it.
The connection.
Each being here was linked to him, like an extension of his will. They weren't illusions. They were real. Alive. Independent… yet bound to his heart. And each one carried a fragment of that Infinite Energy.
"This world is mine?" he breathed, overwhelmed.
"Yes. And time here belongs to you. One hour out there… is a hundred in here."
His thoughts spun. A hundred hours to learn. A hundred hours to create. A hundred hours to rebuild. To rise.
He was no longer a prisoner.
He was free.
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And then, his body changed.
As if the dimension itself was reshaping him. A warm, white light enveloped him. His limbs stretched slightly. His frame became lean, agile—yet surprisingly strong. His skin shimmered with veins of silver energy, glowing faintly beneath the surface. His hair took on a silvery-blond hue, falling in soft strands down to his shoulder blades. His childlike features faded into a face of almost otherworldly beauty, bearing the grace of an ancient nobility.
But it was his eyes that changed the most.
He felt a burning in his gaze. A sharp, brief pain. And when he opened his eyes—
The void itself seemed to bow.
His pupils had turned gold, etched with ancient, glowing symbols. Spirals of shifting energy. Concentric rings like dimensional gates slowly rotated within his irises.
It was more than the Rinnegan. More than the Tenseigan.
It was the Shinkugan – 神空眼 – the Divine Void Eye.
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The voice rose again:
"With these eyes, you may see the past, the present, and the probable futures. You can perceive emotions, lies, the flow of the soul. You can step outside of time… and read the very weave of destiny."
Naruto blinked, stunned.
"That's… way too much."
"And it is only the beginning."
He looked at his hands.
He could feel… everything. The wind. The light. Harmony itself. The energy of the dimension flowed through him like an endless river. It wasn't like chakra—it never drained. It replenished endlessly. It responded to his will.
He didn't need hand signs.
He thought—and it became.
"I… I'm a god?"
The voice answered with tenderness:
"You are still a child. But you have inherited what even the gods have lost. You are the beginning of a new lineage."
Naruto looked around him. The fairies smiled. The dragons slumbered among the starry skies. Lakes of light sang softly.
For the first time in his life…
He felt at home.