The Hidden Leaf Village slept soundly under the cloak of night, unaware of the turmoil brewing just beneath the surface. The newly formed Void Anbu operated in absolute secrecy, hunting for the subtle threats that lingered between dimensions. Anon moved through the shadows with deadly precision, but tonight, his mind was elsewhere—focused on the disturbing presence he had felt in the void just hours before.
As he crossed a quiet clearing on the outskirts of the village, Anon paused. The air was thick with an unsettling tension, something that felt familiar yet wrong. His senses tingled as he glanced around, feeling as though something—or someone—was watching him.
"Anon."
The voice was low and gravelly, dripping with malice. Anon froze, his instincts flaring to life as he slowly turned to face the figure stepping out from the darkness. His eyes narrowed beneath his mask as the shadowy form took shape—an old enemy he thought he'd left behind in the past.
Standing before him was Kyoto, one of Orochimaru's former lieutenants, a twisted shinobi who had once been obsessed with the manipulation of space and time. Kyoto's experiments had been stopped years ago, and Anon had assumed he had perished along with Orochimaru's other followers. But here he was, alive, and stronger than ever.
"So, you survived," Anon said coldly, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
Kyoto chuckled, his grin wicked and filled with malice. "I've done more than survive, Anon. I've thrived. And now, thanks to Orochimaru's teachings and my own… enhancements, I've mastered something you'll never understand."
Anon's eyes flickered as he sensed the rippling energy surrounding Kyoto. It wasn't just ordinary chakra. There was something darker—a void-like quality, twisted and corrupted. This wasn't the refined control of the void that Anon wielded. This was something far more dangerous, something born of chaos.
"You've been tampering with the void," Anon said, his voice tight with anger. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Kyoto's grin widened. "Oh, I know exactly what I've done. I've torn through realities, ripped apart the boundaries of space and time, and now… I'm stronger than ever. The world will bend to my will, and the Leaf Village will be the first to fall."
Anon's grip on his blade tightened. "I won't let that happen."
Without another word, Kyoto lunged, his hands crackling with distorted chakra. Anon dodged swiftly, weaving through the air with a speed that left afterimages in his wake. His blade sang through the air as he aimed a precise strike at Kyoto's side, but his blade met nothing but empty space as Kyoto flickered out of existence.
"Too slow," Kyoto mocked as he reappeared a few meters away, his body surrounded by a swirling vortex of corrupted void energy.
Anon narrowed his eyes. Kyoto was moving between dimensions, using the same void techniques Anon had mastered, but in a much more erratic and dangerous way. Every time Kyoto shifted, the air around him distorted, the fabric of reality bending under the pressure of his uncontrolled power.
"You're destabilizing everything," Anon growled, his voice low. "If you keep using the void like this, you'll tear apart this entire dimension."
Kyoto laughed darkly. "That's the idea."
With a roar, Kyoto unleashed a wave of corrupted void energy, the air around him warping as it surged toward Anon. Anon's body flickered, vanishing into the shadows as the energy crashed into the ground, leaving a smoldering crater in its wake.
Reappearing behind Kyoto, Anon lashed out with a series of swift strikes, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Kyoto twisted, narrowly dodging each attack as he summoned more of his chaotic energy, sending rippling waves of destruction in every direction.
The two shinobi danced through the battlefield, their movements a blur as they wove between dimensions. Every clash of their blades sent shockwaves through the air, the very fabric of reality straining under the weight of their battle.
But Anon was no ordinary shinobi. His mastery of the void was unparalleled, and while Kyoto's power was chaotic, it lacked the finesse and control that Anon had spent years perfecting.
"Enough!" Anon shouted, his voice echoing through the night. He raised his hand, summoning the full power of the void. The air around him shimmered as dark tendrils of energy coiled around his body, bending space to his will.
Kyoto's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. "You can't—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Anon unleashed his attack. The tendrils of void energy shot forward, wrapping around Kyoto and dragging him through the dimensions. Kyoto struggled, his corrupted energy flaring as he tried to break free, but Anon's control was absolute.
With a final pull, Anon dragged Kyoto into the void, trapping him between dimensions. The air crackled with tension as the energy faded, leaving only silence in its wake.
Anon stood still for a moment, his breathing heavy as he surveyed the battlefield. Kyoto was gone—trapped in a place where he could no longer threaten the Leaf Village or destabilize reality. But Anon knew this was only the beginning. There were others like Kyoto out there—enemies who had been manipulating the void for their own twisted purposes.
And then there was the presence—the one that had been watching, waiting.
Anon's eyes flickered toward the horizon, where the village lay peacefully in the distance. Ryusei, Naruto, Sasuke, and the others were unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. But Anon couldn't shake the feeling that this was all connected—Kyoto, the void, and the mysterious figure targeting Ryusei.
He turned and disappeared into the night, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
The shadows of the past were catching up to them, and soon, they would face a threat unlike anything they had ever known.