Title: The Grandmother's Final Prophecy – A Storm Beyond the Stars
Chapter 24: A Revelation Beyond the Apocalypse
The samurai leader had almost made it out the door—until the grandmother's voice slithered after him like a curse.
"Good thing we're old," she mused, swirling her tea with a grin sharper than any kunai. "We'll die before the real crazy entities show up. The ones worse than the Ten-Tails."
His blood turned to ice.
She laughed—dry, crackling, mocking.
"Ha! The future generations really got the worst of it. Outer space entities that invade planets just to eat them? Good thing we'll be dust before they arrive."
A sip. A sigh.
"Oh, and they don't take damage from chakra. Their energy is… artificial? Maybe? I don't know what it is, but it can make you travel through time. Can you imagine? Future generations having to deal with that shit-show?"
The Samurai's Reaction – The Breaking Point
The world stopped.
The leader of Iron Country, a man who had faced armies without flinching, staggered.
His hand shot out, bracing against the wall as if the floor had dropped beneath him.
· Worse than the Ten-Tails.
· From outer space.
· Time-traveling, chakra-immune planet-eaters.
His voice was a blade pressed to his own throat. "You're lying."
The grandmother's smile didn't waver. "Am I?"
Chapter 25: The Desperate Gambit
He was across the room in an instant, his armor clashing like a death knell as he loomed over her.
"If this is true—if you know this—then you don't get to sit here sipping tea while the world burns!"
She tilted her head, unfazed. "What do you want me to do, old man? Rally the villages? Warn the Kage?" A snort. "They'd lock me up as a madwoman. Or worse—believe me, and panic so hard they summon those things early."
Her eyes glinted, ancient and weary.
"Some wars can't be won by rushing in. Sometimes… the only thing you can do is prepare the ground for those who come after."
The Samurai's Choice – A Legacy of Steel
Silence.
Then—
The samurai leader straightened, his face hardening into something unbreakable.
"Then we prepare."
He turned on his heel, marching toward the door with a new purpose.
"Iron Country will survive. And when those things come?"
His hand rested on his sword.
"We'll make sure the next generation has a fighting chance."
Epilogue: The Grandmother's Secret
As the door slammed shut behind him, the grandmother finally set down her tea.
Her smile faded.
For the first time, something like regret flickered in her eyes.
"…Time travelers, huh?"
She reached into her sleeve, pulling out a strange, glowing cube—one that pulsed with an energy not of this world.
"Guess I should've mentioned that part sooner."
Outside, the first snow of winter began to fall.