The night was black and merciless, a storm raging across the endless dunes of the Land of Wind. Lightning split the sky, thunder roared, and desert winds battered against a lonely shack standing far from any village. Inside, the cries of a woman in labor mixed with the storm's fury.
"Just a little more, bear with it Esra!" The man held his wife's hand tightly.
Her body was frail, yet her spirit refused to break. She clutched her husband's hand as another wave of pain tore through her. He, a scarred shinobi who had survived countless battles including the second great ninja war, could only kneel beside her, powerless against this struggle but unwilling to let her face it alone.
"He's almost out, c'mon you can do it!" Beads of sweat formed around the father's head as he observed a blue glow surrounding his baby's body, he decided to focus on easing his wife's pain by encouraging her.
"Arggh, please come out already SINBAD!!" The mother cried out as she made great effort to exert one last push.
And then—at the very height of the storm—the cry of a newborn split the air. A sound so strong, so defiant, it seemed to shake the entire shack. The winds fell quiet. The thunder faded.
The father held his breath, staring at the child in his arms. The storm clouds above began to part, and in their place, the sky unveiled a miracle. One by one, streaks of light cut through the night. Then dozens. Hundreds. A meteor shower spilled across the night sky, silver brilliance flooding the desert and traveling far beyond—until every corner of the shinobi world looked up to witness it.
It was as if the world itself welcomed his arrival.
….
Far away, atop the peaks of Mount Myōboku, the Great Elder Toad stirred from his timeless slumber. His milky eyes widened as a fragmented vision passed before him: a purple-haired youth standing atop a mountain peak, his presence casting both light and shadow across the horizon.
Deep within the coils of Ryūchi Cave, the White Snake Sage uncoiled her massive body, tasting the shift upon the air. "Hmmm… a distortion in fate," she hissed. "What could've caused such a thing?"
And in the stillness of Shikkotsu Forest, the Great Slug raised her gaze to the meteor-filled sky. She remained silent, unmoving, she didn't express any emotion yet deep inside she felt a hint of anticipation.
Meanwhile, across the hidden villages, countless eyes turned skyward.
In Konohagakure, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, stood on the balcony of the Hokage Residence, his pipe slipping forgotten from his hand. His stern expression softened as silver light poured over the village roofs. "What a sight… even in times of war, the world still reminds us of its beauty."
In Iwagakure, the aged Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, hovered mid-air, his sharp eyes narrowing as meteors rained above the Stone. "Tch… what manner of omen is this?"
In Kumogakure, the Third Raikage watched alongside his son, A, who lay panting in the training field after a session. The boy's eyes widened as the mountains glowed beneath the falling stars, while his father's arms folded tightly across his chest.
And beyond the great nations, wandering shinobi, merchants crossing deserts, and farmers in the Land of Rain all stopped where they stood, their gazes fixed on a sky they could not understand.
….
Back in the shack, the newborn's cries filled the silence left in the storm. The parents, unaware of the miracle witnessed across the world, looked only at their child with the unconditional affection of a parent.