In a distant location, a newborn lay silently in a cradle, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling.
Though not a single sound escaped his lips, his wide, unblinking eyes held an eerie awareness far beyond his tender age.
Within the infant's mind, thoughts swirled, vast and intricate, filled with imaginings no mere week old child should possess.
Thoughts beyond his age played out in his mind, defying the very nature of infancy.
Then, without warning, his musings were shattered.
A figure materialized from the void, its sudden presence jolting the baby from his thoughts, a shock rippling through his tiny frame.
The figure appeared utterly drained, his breath ragged, his posture unsteady.
With a weary motion, he channeled mana into his ring, summoning a vial of mana and stamina potion.
Without pause, he uncorked the bottles and drank deeply, his exhaustion momentarily abating.
This man was Aaaninja.
