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The office door swung open after a firm knock. Karinna entered the room, carrying a set of sealed scrolls under her arm and her fūinjutsu tools fastened to her belt. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and a slight bewilderment at having been summoned at such an early hour.
"You called for me urgently, Daigo-san," Karinna said, offering a respectful bow. "Is there something wrong with the seals on Yler's pipes?"
Daigo merely shook his head. Though he didn't turn around, he kept his eyes fixed on the village outside.
"Karinna... I need you to descend to Sector Five again. I want you to check the seal on the Seven Tails' vessel one more time," Daigo said, his voice deliberate, injected with a seriousness that brooked no argument. "I want you to verify every single layer of containment, from the clay core to the barrier perimeters."
Karinna sighed at Daigo's request, adjusting her glasses and shifting the scroll she held.
"Daigo-san, with all due respect, that barrier is operating at perfect levels," she responded in a reassuring but firm tone. "I've been checking the seal just as you asked for four consecutive days due to those minor fluctuations you reported. Every chakra scan has come back well within the safe margin. The Seven-Tails is in a perfect forced dormancy, and the village's industrial grid is feeding off its chakra perfectly. There isn't a single sign of wear or leakage."
"I know," Daigo replied, taking a step toward his desk. "I know perfectly well that the seals and sensors say everything is running flawlessly. But there's something... a gut feeling, an anomaly in the air that I can't track down. My instinct is rarely wrong when it comes to the safety of Suna. Go and see for yourself. If I'm just being paranoid, I'll admit my mistake, but I'd rather err on the side of caution than regret a breach."
Karinna stared intently at her leader's face. She had known Daigo long enough to know that his decisions were never driven by irrational impulses; if the man who had raised Sunagakure from its ashes felt a disturbance, ignoring it would be negligence.
"Understood," Karinna nodded, her expression turning stern and professional. "If it is your wish, I will head to Sector Five immediately. I'll run a direct diagnostic on the vessel's structure using everything I know. If there is even the slightest molecular crack in the Fūinjutsu, I will find it."
With Daigo offering his thanks, Karinna withdrew from the office.
The descent toward Sector Five of the underground vaults was a journey through absolute isolation. As Karinna walked down the spiral stairs reinforced with iron plates, the ambient noise of the surface faded away, replaced by a low, constant hum: the vibration of the high-density barriers guarding the most dangerous and secret treasure of the Sand.
Crossing the armored threshold, the atmosphere welcomed her with a suffocating pressure. The torches on the walls flickered with a dying light, casting elongated shadows over the sand pit surrounding the central altar. There, imposing and silent, rested the massive dark clay jar that imprisoned the Seven-Tails. The strips of sealing paper, blessed with specialized chakra ink, remained taut, covering every inch of the ceramic.
Karinna walked calmly across the sand connecting to the altar. She unrolled her fūinjutsu scroll, placed her fingers onto the stone floor, and extended her chakra.
"Fūinjutsu: Diagnostic Pulse Release," she muttered mentally.
A wave of chakra expanded from her hands, climbing up the vessel and intertwining with the seals. For several minutes, Karinna closed her eyes, analyzing the energy's echo. Everything felt massive, heavy, and stable. The immense chakra of the Seven-Tails pulsed with the slowness of a sleeping heart.
However, what Karinna could not detect—what escaped any technique known to the shinobi of this era—was the invisible corruption Black Zetsu had sown nights prior. The creature's chakra wasn't destroying the seal from the outside; it had mimetized itself within the very pores of the clay. It was a parasitic frequency altering the container's internal structure, weakening it at a molecular level while keeping the exterior facade perfectly intact.
Suddenly, the needle on one of the mechanical dials on Karinna's belt gave a sharp, sudden twitch, swinging violently toward the red zone for less than a millisecond before snapping back to absolute normalcy.
Karinna snapped her eyes open, frowning. She approached the deep base of the jar, kneeling in the sand. She ran her fingers across the ceramic, searching for a fissure, a physical leak, or a change in temperature. Nothing. The material was cold and dry.
"Strange..." she murmured to herself, adjusting her glasses as she inspected the scroll. "The industrial absorption levels stabilized again instantly. It must be a resonance echo from the water pressure in Sector Three. Yler's pipes create a vacuum that sometimes throws off the sensors."
She exhaled a sigh of relief, convincing herself that Daigo's insistence was simply due to the overwhelming burden of governing and planning a new family life. She stood up, wiping the remnants of dust from her hands.
"I'll let Daigo know everything is in order," she said aloud, her voice bouncing off the iron walls. "Tomorrow I'll schedule a preventive reinforcement on the outer sealing layers just for his peace of mind. There's nothing to worry about."
Karinna turned around and left the chamber, closing the heavy blast doors behind her. In the center of the altar, plunged once more into darkness, the massive jar remained motionless. But at its deep base, hidden beneath the sand and the perfect seals, a green and poisonous gleam flashed for a fraction of a second. The fuse kept burning, imperceptible, but relentless.
Hours passed on the surface with deceptive normalcy. Daigo received Karinna's report with a silent nod. Though the words of his fūinjutsu specialist should have brought him peace, the heavy tightness in his chest did not fade. He decided that, for the evening, he would force his mind away from the seal and the village affairs. He couldn't allow his paranoia to disrupt the warmth of the home he had worked so hard to build.
As night fell, Daigo's residence in the northern district became a sanctuary of tranquility. The aroma of hot stew filled the kitchen, and the silence of the desert surrounded the reinforced stone walls.
After a quiet dinner full of shared understanding with Pakura, Daigo sat on the living room floor atop a thick plush rug. In front of him, little Kimimaro was playing with a small wooden puppet that Sasori had gifted him. The boy, dressed in his comfortable grey robe, displayed astonishing concentration for his young age. His curious green eyes analytically examined the wooden joints of the toy.
With a sudden movement, Kimimaro tried to tug on one of the wooden arms. Daigo watched closely as, for a brief moment, the skin around the boy's index finger phalanx seemed to turn a chalky white color, becoming unusually rigid to prevent the toy from breaking or himself from getting hurt by a splinter. The survival instinct of the Kaguya lineage was already manifesting passively, but thanks to the treatment and controlled sun exposure Daigo had designed, his body processed that genetic burden without the savagery or pain that plagued his clan in the Land of Water.
"He has an impressive unconscious control," Daigo commented with a soft smile, reaching out a hand to stroke the toddler's ash-white hair.
Pakura, sitting on the nearby sofa, smiled with infinite tenderness. She held a hand protectively over her belly.
"I told you, Dai. The doctor confirmed his cellular structure is perfectly balanced," she replied, watching the scene peacefully. "He's a strong boy. He's going to be an exemplary older brother. Sometimes I just look at him and see the same stubbornness you have whenever you set your mind on a project for the village."
Daigo let out a soft laugh, lifting little Kimimaro into his arms. The boy smiled; as he rested his head against Daigo's shoulder, he let out a yawn that indicated his energy for the day was completely spent.
"I'm going to put him to bed," Daigo murmured, giving Pakura a tender kiss on the forehead before walking toward the child's room.
With extremely delicate movements, he laid Kimimaro down in his wooden crib, tucking him in with a light blanket. He stood watching him for a few minutes in the dim light, marveling at the contrast of his current life: the man holding the military destiny of an entire nation was the very same one now watching over the sleep of a child rescued from war.
Minutes later, Daigo retired to the master bedroom with Pakura. After turning off the wall lamp, the room was plunged into a peaceful darkness, broken only by the silver threads of moonlight projecting through the large window. Daigo closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, seeking to find a sleep he hoped would be restful.
But rest never came.
Instead of the usual peaceful darkness of sleep, Daigo's mind was suddenly dragged into an abyss of forgotten sensations—a mental territory his brain had meticulously blocked since the day he first opened his eyes in this world.
The silence of the desert vanished. In its place, a deafening chorus of mechanical noises filled his ears: the incessant, chaotic clacking of dozens of computer keyboards, the monotonous murmur of corporate voices discussing boring budgets, the vibrating hum of an obsolete ventilation system, and the flickering, cold white glare of fluorescent lights from an office ceiling.
Daigo saw himself reflected in the dark screen of a turned-off monitor. He didn't have his long hair, his Kage robes, or his pink eyes. He was a regular young man with an unremarkable face and shoulders slumped from the weight of an unyielding routine. He wore a wrinkled office shirt and a tie. It was him, in his past life. That gray, simple, and exasperatingly boring existence that consisted of waking up early, taking public transit, spending eight hours locked in a cubicle filling out spreadsheets, and then returning to a lonely apartment to kill the night hours watching anime or playing video games before repeating the cycle the next day.
In the dream, a deep oppression filled his chest. He felt the existential void of that mundane life, the suffocation of knowing the days were passing by without any real purpose, consumed by a system that devoured his youth for nothing.
Suddenly, his gaze in the dream drifted toward the corner of his gray office desk. There, amidst the monotony of papers and folders, rested the only object that possessed real color, the only piece breaking the dead aesthetic of his cubicle: a beautiful "Desert Rose," a natural mineral carved from a translucent, perfect piece of rose quartz.
The Daigo of the past extended his ordinary, everyday hands to touch the stone. As his fingers brushed the crystalline edges of the mineral, a torrent of frustrated thoughts and longings he had held before dying flooded his consciousness with terrifying clarity:
"I am so sick of this... sick of this office. I wish I could just leave it all behind. I wish I could be an explorer, travel to the great deserts of the world, explore the forests, study the rocks, and see everything shine under an unforgiving sun. I want a destiny that makes me feel alive."
That had been the burning last desire, the desperate plea of his soul before death cut his boring ordinary life short. The universe, or the mystical force governing souls in the cosmos, had listened to that subconscious yearning. When it extracted him from his world and threw him into the Naruto universe, it hadn't done so at random. His soul had been molded by his own desires: that was why he had been reborn in the hostile desert of Sunagakure, transforming the sand into his ultimate home and the rose quartz into the origin of his lethal, untamable Shōton (Crystal Release). His Kekkei Genkai wasn't a genetic accident; it was the physical manifestation of his past life's purest longing.
A shiver ran through Daigo's body inside the dream. He understood the fundamental link of his existence. He wasn't just a spectator playing ninja; he was a man fulfilling, tenfold, the dream of exploration and dominion that his old gray self could never reach.
But the poetic revelation instantly warped into a nightmare.
Just as his fingers fully wrapped around the rose quartz Desert Rose on the office desk, the stone began to vibrate violently. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered with a reddish hue, and the sound of keyboards was replaced by a shrill, sharp, insect-like buzzing.
The Desert Rose cracked in his hands. From the fissures of the pink crystal, it wasn't rock dust that erupted, but a dense, green, corrosive chakra charged with a pure malevolence that began to burn his skin within the dream. The office cubicle began to collapse, the concrete walls dissolving into quicksand that threatened to swallow him whole.
Daigo bolted upright in bed, letting out a sharp, violent gasp that shattered the room's silence. His heart hammered against his ribs like a war drum, and a thin layer of cold sweat drenched his forehead. His pink eyes widened in the dark, fixing on the stone ceiling of his residence.
"Dai... Dai, what's wrong?" Pakura's alarmed voice sounded beside him. She sat up instantly, turning on the wall lamp with a swift movement and placing a trembling hand on her husband's shoulder. She was terrified; never, in all the years they had been together, had she seen Daigo wake up with such a level of agitation or panic on his face.
Daigo didn't answer right away. He raised his hands in front of his face, staring at them with an eerie intensity in the dim light. It took him several seconds to process reality: he no longer wore the office shirt, he was no longer in the gray cubicle. He was in Suna. He was the Kazekage. But the emotional shock of remembering the monotony of the life he left behind so vividly, mixed with the revelation of the origin of his Crystal Release, left him mentally destabilized.
"It was... a dream," Daigo articulated, his voice hoarse, trying to steady his breathing as sweat rolled down his cheek.
Pakura pulled him close, wrapping him in a protective embrace, letting him rest his head on her shoulder as she stroked his back.
"It's okay, Dai. You're home. Everything is fine," she whispered with infinite sweetness, trying to banish the phantoms from his mind. "You're with your family. It was just a nightmare from stress..."
Daigo closed his eyes, holding onto his wife's body, wanting to believe her words. However, his analytical mind began to connect the dots with terrifying speed. The green, corrosive chakra from the nightmare wasn't an invention of his subconscious; that exact vibration, that insectoid frequency... it was the Seven-Tails' chakra. His mind had interpreted the instability of the subterranean energy through the filter of his blocked memories.
Before he could utter a single word to warn Pakura, a subtle but unmistakable tremor shook the foundations of the village. It wasn't a natural earthquake; it was a high-frequency seismic wave that caused the glass of the large window to vibrate with a sharp screech.
Immediately after, the alert receiver installed on the bedroom wall began flashing an intermittent yellow light, emitting a rhythmic buzzing that signaled a moderate emergency level.
Daigo instantly broke away from Pakura's embrace, all the vulnerability of the dream vanishing in a fraction of a second, replaced by the implacable gaze of the Sand's military leader. He stood up in a single fluid motion, grabbing his tactical vest.
"It wasn't just a nightmare," Daigo said, his voice regaining the coldness of steel. "The tower's sensors just registered a seismic breach in the lower levels. My gut warning was right."
Pakura got out of bed, the worry in her eyes transforming into the fierce determination of the Hero of the Sand. "I'm going with you."
"No," Daigo stopped her flatly. "Find Kimimaro, and then go to my parents' house. Make sure everyone is okay and get to the safe zone. That way I can focus on the threat knowing all of you are safe."
Pakura bit her lower lip but nodded firmly, understanding her husband's logic. "Be careful, Dai. Remember what's at stake now."
Daigo didn't answer with words; he gave her a swift but deep kiss on the lips—a silent promise of return—and walked toward the bedroom window. Channeling his Doton chakra, the stone of the outer wall opened smoothly to grant him passage, and the Kazekage launched himself into the cold desert night, bounding across the village rooftops at blinding speed toward the administrative tower.
Meanwhile, deep within Sector Five, the truce had completely ended.
The silence of the containment chamber was shattered. The Fūinjutsu barriers created by Karinna flickered with erratic intensity, throwing off sparks of blue chakra that snapped in the humid air like electric whips. The strips of high-density sealing paper covering the massive dark clay jar began to smoke, charring from the edges due to the unbearable heat radiating from the container.
The invisible corruption injected by Black Zetsu had finally eaten through the ceramic's molecular defenses from the inside.
CRACK!
A dry echo, like a gunshot, reverberated throughout the iron cavern. Right at the deep base of the altar, a genuine fissure—the width of a hair but deep as a mortal wound—opened in the clay of the vessel.
From the rift, it wasn't a controlled flow of energy that erupted, but a dense, acidic, and corrosive mist of phosphorescent green chakra. The air in the cave began to smell of sulfur and rotting vegetation. The insect-like mist touched the sand of the pit, instantly melting it into a glassy, pasty substance due to the acidic nature of the Bijuu's power.
From inside the cracked prison, a low, vibrating roar loaded with an animosity accumulated over months of forced dormancy began to echo, causing the heavy iron doors of Sector Five to buckle outward. Chōmei, the Seven-Tails, was waking up from its coma. And the short fuse Zetsu had left behind was about to trigger the ultimate detonation right in the heart of Sunagakure's infrastructure.
High up in the administrative tower, the lights on the control panels shifted drastically from warning yellow to maximum alert crimson.
Daigo, who was sprinting toward the Kazekage tower alongside Rasa and ANBU units, had to grind to a halt as the ground began to violently shake.
Everyone in Sunagakure was jolted awake, staring toward the origin of that heavy, suffocating killing intent radiating from the Kazekage tower, searching for the culprit.
Though they didn't have to wait long. Within a second, the Kazekage tower was obliterated by the heavily armored body and wings of a massive beetle that erupted straight from the sand itself.
It soared above the village, leaving everyone to bear witness to the seven tails flowing from the beetle.
Before Daigo could even voice an order, the Seven-Tails let out a piercing, screeching roar that resonated across all of Suna and the entire desert.
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