(POV: Mysterious Narrator)
After saying goodbye to his friends, Tenmei decided to return home. On the way, harmony and peace reigned in every part of the village of Konoha.
He frowned slightly... The beauty and prosperity seen through his eyes came at the cost of innocent blood.
Tenmei hated war. In his past life, he learned what it was to lose everything: his friends, his family... An indelible stain on his heart, marked by the Fourth Modern World War.
The scenes from that time still echoed in his mind. Women and children crying, while the air, once fresh and clean, grew bitter and inhospitable, as if even breathing had become painful...
His words always sounded strange—enigmatic—as if they were advice disguised as jokes. Who could say what truly went on in his mind?
Born in an era where everything was chaos, he carried the greatest pain of his life. His only wish as a child was to one day find peace, comfort, and that hope many called unshakable.
However, back then, he didn't know... Hope is the greatest and sweetest of lies, the one everyone chooses to believe.
As he delved into his memories, Tenmei stopped for a moment and slowly bent down to pick up a small stone in his path. Gently, he observed it between his fingers, as if it held some hidden meaning.
— "One among many... Unique among all... yet of equal value to the rest." — He murmured to himself, his tone barely audible.
(Hand seal: Tora 🐯)
Upon finishing the sentence, his fingers, almost instinctively, formed into a hand seal—a reflex born from ancient, painful training that never left him in peace. The Tora seal 🐯, associated with chakra control, calmed his mind and brought brief, albeit fleeting, relief from the memories that haunted him.
— "That room... so dark, so cold... I wish I could warm it, but it seems it's too late." — He whispered softly, as if speaking to himself.
His eyes wandered toward an invisible panel hovering at the corner of his vision—a subtle manifestation of an innate ability, something he was born with and once placed all his hopes in. He believed it would change everything. Yet, in the end, it led him nowhere.
He closed his eyes and let the gentle breeze touch his face. The wind was pleasant, almost like a silent promise of peace. Still, he could hear the distant echoes of war.
— "The winds of change are carrying away the children's almonds again..." — he whispered, with an enigmatic and distant smile, as if reciting a haiku lost in time.
In a way, he believed it was fair that they cried. Peace stolen by war would never bring true prosperity. The scars of loss would forever mark the hearts of those who loved something and lost it.
His ability was called Truths and Lies—the ultimate expression of the world's duality. With it, he could shape realities and laws, using mystery points accumulated each time someone tried to understand his intentions and failed. It was like a dance of riddles: the more unpredictable his actions, the more power he gathered.
"Seems incredible, doesn't it?" — he thought, with a bitter taste in his mouth. — "But I never found a way out. No matter what I did, the abyss always opened before me."
He tried. He tried many, many times, but, in the end, he gave up. He decided to let things take their course, and even then, fate unfolded inexorably, as if it had already been written.
Over time, he learned to live as an enigma. At some point, he became the living question mark itself. Every step, every gesture, became part of his new nature. He became someone who could neither be imagined nor predicted, like water slipping between fingers.
— "This is who I am now..." — he thought, as the wind caressed his face, bringing with it a familiar melancholy. — "Once again, I am back... Without even the right to rest."
Everything was starting to feel too ordinary. Nothing seemed real anymore; nothing brought warmth or comfort.
— "Can I still feel anything? Who am I?"
He tried to remember, but his memories had long been lost.
— "Now I am... Tenmei of Konoha," — he murmured to himself. — "A future student of the ninja academy... and perhaps another victim of the tragic fate reserved for the weak."
His fingers formed the Ox 🐂 seal, a simple gesture to regulate his breathing and release the fatigue accumulated in his body. The technique helped him maintain balance as he continued his slow, silent walk.
— "Well, it's time to go back home..." — he murmured. — "I can keep going like this... Or maybe shape it all again. It doesn't matter... In the end, I am alone again."
With his mind filled with vague thoughts, Tenmei walked slowly along the dirt road, as he did every day. His steps held something peculiar, as if he glided over the ground. This subtle strangeness caused a few passersby to notice him, but they soon dismissed it, attributing his oddity to youthful whims.
— "He must be just playing around..." — they thought, as he vanished into the twilight mist.
Upon arriving home, Tenmei observed the empty space. There was no one to greet him with a warm welcome; only he was there, surrounded by silence.
— "Alright... Tomorrow I'll discover some important nuances of fate." — He murmured to himself, with a faint, enigmatic smile.
[Technical File: Tenmei Yoru]
Age: 5 yearsStatus: Power restriction, juvenile body.Estimated Strength: Peak Genin (Veteran Chunin)Area Levels:Taijutsu: ChuninNinjutsu: ChuninGenjutsu: Elite ChuninUnique Abilities:Precise VisionParallel ThinkingEnvironmental AnalysisMaster of Human BehaviorAdvanced MedicineNatural StrategistExtraordinary DisguisePerfect ActingNinja Skills:(Katon: Hōka no Hana) – Fire Art: Flower of Flames(Kage Bunshin no Jutsu) – Shadow Clone Technique(Doton: Doryūheki) – Mud Wall(Shunshin no Jutsu) – Rapid Movement Technique(Suiton: Daiha no Jutsu) – Great Wave(Kawarimi no Jutsu) – Substitution(Henge no Jutsu) – Transformation(Bunshin no Jutsu) – Illusory Clone(Doton: Shinjū Zanshu no Jutsu) – Head Hunter DecapitationShurikenjutsuAdvanced KenjutsuAdvanced Taijutsu(Taijutsu: Isshūken) – Circular FistAdvanced Genjutsu(Genjutsu: Rensa no Mugen) – Illusion of Infinite ChainsAdvanced Chakra Control
The day had been productive for Tenmei. He achieved his initial goal: gathering the most talented among the newcomers he had observed. He connected them through a subtle bond, transforming them into something more than just peers—they became friends and rivals at the same time. Each possessed unique characteristics, a latent influence from their noble origins as children of important figures.
During the meeting, a special moment marked the day. The awakening of the Sharingan was the highlight of the spectacle. This new variable was warmly welcomed by Tenmei, who smiled with restrained satisfaction.
"Alright... Now all the initial pieces are in place. I sense that soon the war will begin, and it will be inevitable to grow stronger in order to survive..."
With the calm of someone who understands the long road ahead, he thought:
"One step at a time. Only subtlety goes unnoticed... It's a pity that one piece is missing... Uchiha Obito."
On the other side, Haruto spotted his mother, Akemi, from afar—a young and beautiful woman with captivating simplicity, carrying the light air of an adventurer.
— "Oh, little Haruto, I've prepared dinner. Come eat," — she said gently, with a welcoming smile.
— "Yes, Mom, I'm coming!" — he exclaimed cheerfully, after an exhausting yet fulfilling day, during which he had met new friends.
Haruto sat down to dinner and, as he ate, he chatted animatedly with his mother, sharing the details of his day. The small family consisted only of the two of them. Haruto's father, a powerful Jounin from the ANBU, had died the previous year. His work was so secret that not even his closest colleagues knew the full extent of his achievements.
The memory of his father still made him sad. They had been very close, training together for years. The moments with him and Tenmei were precious and unforgettable, even though his friend always seemed a little odd in the eyes of others.
"Somehow, we always got along. Tenmei's parents died on an S-Rank mission. Both were Jounin and companions of my father—and our families, always united, made sure we were too. From a young age, we learned to trust one another."
Haruto thought to himself as he gazed at the moon:
"I can't tell if Tenmei really considers me a friend… maybe I'm overthinking things. He seems distant, like he lives in a world of his own. Or is it me who thinks too much?"
He remembered Tenmei's serious face and his unpredictable personality. "I've never seen him angry or sad… He seems calm, but sometimes he's playful, even affectionate. I wonder... What does he really think? In riddles, perhaps?" Haruto chuckled softly before getting up.
After finishing dinner, Haruto went to his room. He lay down, and his thoughts drifted back to the moments he had spent with Tenmei. "I still have my mom, but Tenmei... he's alone. Mom says he feels sad and that I should stay by his side. If only she knew how incredible he is..."
He sighed, turning in bed. "His talent is unmatched. I always feel like he's stronger than he lets on. I've never been able to beat him, not even once… When will I finally surpass him?"
(Point of View: Kakashi Hatake)
Back at his home, Kakashi felt the weight of exhaustion and decided to take a quick bath. After refreshing himself, he sat down to eat. The day had been remarkable. "That girl... Mirla, right? Her abilities are impressive. I need to push my training even further."
With his body renewed, Kakashi made his way to his room and looked at the scrolls carefully arranged on the desk, each stored with meticulous precision. He performed a few quick hand seals, focusing as he opened one of the scrolls.
"I never feel outmatched, but... now I realize there's still so much to improve."
He formed a single hand seal—Tora (虎)—while reflecting:
"Everyone I met today is amazing… It seems like those worth noting are always connected, like invisible threads of fate."
The image of Tenmei crossed his mind.
"Tenmei... He did it on purpose, didn't he? What is his real plan? I feel like he's hiding many secrets." Kakashi clenched the scroll in his hand, letting out a brief sigh.
"One day, I will defeat him."
Tomorrow would mark the start of classes at the Ninja Academy, and he was curious to meet new rivals. "I heard my father mention that the Hokage's son will be there... I want to see if he lives up to the reputation."
With a faint smile, Kakashi closed the scroll. "My path is clear: I must grow stronger." He was confident that his father's words were about to come true.
"Might Guy..." — he recalled the energetic young man. — "He doesn't seem like my real opponent. I've found more... realistic options."
Kakashi smirked, a subtle gleam in his eyes, as he placed the scroll back on the desk and made another hand seal: Ne (子).
"There is still much to be done..."
(Point of View: Tenmei Yoru)
Meanwhile, Tenmei sat cross-legged under a tree on the outskirts of the village, bathed in moonlight. He let the stillness of the night wash over him, his thoughts calm but sharp.
"The pieces are moving faster than I anticipated... Soon, they will converge."
He closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze ruffle his hair. His mind drifted to the faces he had seen today—Haruto, Kakashi, and others. They were pawns now, but with time, some would become powerful allies, and others, formidable obstacles.
"Kakashi... He suspects something, but he won't uncover it easily."
Tenmei allowed himself a small, knowing smile. "Haruto... He doesn't realize his importance yet. He might be the key to balancing everything—or to letting it all fall apart."
As the wind whispered through the leaves, Tenmei whispered softly to the night,
"Only those who understand the game survive. And only those who survive... can rewrite the rules."
He stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes, and looked toward the distant lights of Konoha. The Academy awaited them all tomorrow—a place where rivalries would ignite, friendships would form, and destinies would intertwine.
"The real game begins now."
With that, Tenmei turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the faintest trace of his presence, like a riddle without an answer.
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