1: The Birth and the Mysterious Mark
The night was quiet in Konoha.
The village was still recovering from years of endless wars, its walls scarred by fire and blood, yet the hearts of its people longed for peace and new beginnings.
The wind whispered through the massive trees surrounding the village, and the half-moon hid behind heavy clouds.
In a small house at the edge of an alley far from the bustle of the center, dim lanterns flickered. Inside, the sound of labor cries pierced the silence.
The midwife wiped the sweat from her brow, speaking with a steady voice to reassure the exhausted mother.
"Hold on… just a little more, he's almost here."
Moments later, a sharp cry cut through the night. The newborn's voice rang out, declaring his arrival to the world.
The midwife smiled, lifting the child gently.
"Congratulations… it's a boy."
Tears welled in the mother's eyes as she stretched her trembling hands forward. But the father stepped closer first, taking the baby into his arms. He pulled back the small blanket, and froze.
On the infant's chest, a black mark was etched.
It looked like an open eye surrounded by layered circles, staring into something unseen.
The father's voice trembled.
"This… this isn't normal."
The midwife, curiosity overcoming fear, reached out to touch it. The moment her finger came close, the mark glowed faintly before sinking back into the child's body, disappearing without a trace.
The exhausted mother whispered softly,
"Maybe… it's a sign of destiny."
The baby stopped crying abruptly. He opened his eyes.
Dark, ordinary eyes—yet for a fleeting moment, they changed. Golden lines radiated within, forming patterns that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the world.
The father gasped.
"I saw it… his eyes, they weren't normal! Like they could see everything!"
But when he looked again, the baby's eyes were black once more, calm and innocent.
The room grew quiet, but deep inside the child, something had already awakened.
Within his spirit, a vast darkness stretched endlessly.
Floating in the void was a card, glowing faintly with mysterious light. Strange letters covered its surface, indecipherable, but in the center, one word shone clear:
Path I — Seer.
A whisper echoed through the void:
"The bearer of the Path… has been born."
Far from Konoha, in a forest shrouded in shadows, a masked figure stood on the branch of a tall tree. His crimson eyes gleamed as he murmured,
"So the choice has been made… A child born in the shinobi world, carrying powers from beyond. Will he be a tool… or a disaster?"
The wind howled, and the figure vanished into the darkness.
Meanwhile, the infant slept peacefully in his mother's arms, unaware.
Unaware that his life would never be ordinary.
Unaware that he carried within him a secret from another world—
the secret of the Mystic Paths.