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A few days had passed.
The fires had cooled. The ashes had begun to settle into the soil. And in the heart of the broken village, hammers rang through the air as the people of Konoha began to rebuild—stone by stone, breath by breath.
But not everything had returned to peace.
Inside a dimly lit operations room deep within the Hokage's tower, an ANBU operative stood still, his white armor dusted with soot, his mask streaked by a fresh crack across the cheek. He held a scroll in one gloved hand, but his other was clenched tight at his side.
"Kuma," the senior officer said without looking up. "You're back early."
The man nodded silently, then stepped forward and laid the scroll onto the desk. "I have a report. From the south quarter."
The officer finally looked up, his eyes tired, ringed with the weight of sleepless nights. "That's near the old merchant district, isn't it? Was anyone still alive there?"
Kuma hesitated for a second too long.
"I... yes. Mostly civilians. A few families untouched by the worst of it. But that's not why I came."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"There was something… strange."
The officer's brow furrowed. "Strange how?"
"After the Fourth sealed the Kyūbi, I resumed patrols near Sector Twelve. I thought it was just structural damage, at first. But I felt it—like the air shifted. A tear. Just for a moment."
"A tear?"
"In space. In reality, maybe. Like... like something folded in on itself and snapped back too fast. I don't know how to describe it."
The officer sat back in his chair, silent.
"It was right outside the Gojo home."
Now the officer blinked. "The Gojo?" A faint snort escaped his lips. "Kuma, they're weavers. Merchants. Nobodies. That entire line's barely registered in our shinobi records."
"I know," Kuma said quietly. "That's what makes it strange."
The officer drummed his fingers on the edge of the desk. "And you sensed chakra?"
"No chakra. Not even a trace."
The silence stretched between them like a wire.
"Then maybe," the officer said slowly, "you didn't sense anything at all."
Kuma's jaw tightened. "Sir, I know what I felt. I'm not claiming it was a jutsu, but—"
"But the village is in ruins," the officer snapped, his calm thinning into weariness. "We've lost the Hokage. We have orphans, missing ninja, infrastructure collapse. Do you know how many chakra anomalies we've logged this week? Hundreds. Maybe thousands."
"But this wasn't chakra," Kuma insisted. "That's why it matters."
The officer sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with both hands.
"Write it down. File it. Then forget it."
Kuma didn't move.
"I said, forget it. We've got bigger problems than invisible space tremors near a civilian's house."
And with that, the moment passed. The conversation ended. The scroll—stamped and shelved—was buried beneath more urgent matters. The name Gojo faded again into silence, just another ghost in the village registry.
But fate had already stirred.
And for the first time in a thousand years… that silence would not last forever.
Five years passed.
Konoha had healed—not entirely, but enough. The buildings stood tall again, the people smiled a little more freely, and a new generation of shinobi began to walk the streets, unaware of the night that had nearly erased their village.
In a quiet corner of the rebuilt village, tucked behind ivy-covered walls, a modest manor kept its secrets well.
Inside, Satoru Gojo was spinning in slow, chaotic circles on the tatami floor, arms stretched like wings. His silver hair shimmered under the paper lanterns, and his impossibly blue eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Satoru," his father said gently, crouching beside a low table. "Come here. Sit still for a moment."
The boy stumbled over, landing with a dramatic flop on his knees. "I am still," he announced proudly. His feet twitched beneath him.
His father chuckled, then slid an old scroll across the table. Its parchment was yellowed, edges brittle, covered in curling symbols and sharp-lined diagrams. It smelled of time.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked.
Satoru squinted at it, tilting his head like a curious puppy. "A weird map?"
His mother laughed softly from the doorway, arms folded as she watched them.
"It's not a map," the father said with a grin. "It's a guide. These symbols... they describe our power. The Rikugan."
Satoru blinked. "The… Riku-gone?"
"No," his mother corrected playfully, stepping closer. "Rikugan. The Six Eyes. It's what makes you special."
"I'm already special," Satoru replied, as if this were obvious. "I can balance three apples on my head."
The father shook his head, amused. "Yes, but this is a different kind of special. The Rikugan lets you see everything. Not just what's in front of you."
"But I do see everything," Satoru said seriously, poking his own eye with a chubby finger. "I see you, and the scroll, and Mom... and that fly over there."
His mother sat beside him, smoothing his hair back. "You see with your eyes. But this power… it lets you see beyond eyes. It sees energy. Motion. Distance. The things people hide. Even the truth behind things."
Satoru paused, considering. "That's weird," he declared. Then, with a smile: "Cool weird."
His father unrolled the scroll a little further, revealing more symbols. "This one," he said, pointing to a spiral of red and blue, "talks about the two basic forces you're starting to feel."
"The push and the pull?" Satoru asked instantly, leaning in.
The father's eyebrows lifted. "Yes. How did you—?"
"I felt them," Satoru said, eyes wide with excitement. "One day I looked at a pebble and thought it should come closer, and it did! And then I got scared and tried to push it away and it flew across the garden and hit the wall."
His mother and father exchanged a silent glance.
"You didn't tell us that," she said gently.
Satoru shrugged. "I thought I'd get in trouble. Or maybe it was magic. Or… maybe I was dreaming. But it felt real. It was like… like the space between me and the pebble moved, not the pebble."
His father let out a long breath, then smiled faintly. "That's the Blue Technique. Attraction. And what you did next… that was Red. Repulsion."
"Whoa," Satoru breathed, awestruck. "So I'm already doing them?"
"Just small bursts," his mother said quickly. "Nothing dangerous. But yes… You're learning fast."
Satoru puffed his chest out with pride. "What else can I do?"
His father turned the scroll once more. "There's more. Much more. The Inversion Technique, for example. Or… Territory Expansion. But those are difficult. Years away."
Satoru leaned back, grinning like a fox. "I bet I can learn them tomorrow."
His mother laughed again, but it was softer this time, almost wistful.
"We'll see, little storm," she whispered, brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers. "One day."
And as the lanterns flickered overhead and the scroll lay open between them, the boy with the sky-colored eyes smiled at a future he couldn't yet imagine.
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Feel free to read my other stories "Dragon Ball: Satan the Strongest" and "Ben 10 in Marvel Universe" and If you wish to read more or simply support me than check out my patreon at
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