The child, named Akihiko, grew quickly—too quickly. By the time he was five, he had already mastered the basic ninjutsu techniques that would take most children years to learn. His affinity for shadow manipulation surpassed that of even the clan's greatest warriors. His crimson eyes held a cold, calculating intelligence that unsettled even the most experienced ninjas.
Akihiko (5 years old): "Master, the shadows aren't strong enough tonight."
Elder Ryu (chuckling nervously): "You are still a child, Akihiko. Shadows obey you because you are... special, but you must learn patience. Even a demon king must wait for the right moment to strike."
Akihiko's eyes narrowed, his small hands forming a seal in the air. Instantly, the shadows in the room twisted and formed a small, shadowy figure—a perfect replica of Elder Ryu. The clone moved in sync with Akihiko's gestures, mimicking every movement.
Akihiko (smiling faintly): "Patience is for the weak. Shadows do not wait."
Elder Ryu (his smile faltering): "Yes, yes, but there is more to power than control over shadows alone. You must understand the world beyond these walls. You must understand loyalty... and fear."
Akihiko stared at his clone for a moment longer before dispersing it into mist. His red eyes shifted to the elder, and for the first time, his voice dropped into something low and ominous.
Akihiko: "I already understand fear. I feel it every time I see the others avoid looking into my eyes."
Elder Ryu's heart skipped a beat. He had hoped Akihiko would take a different path, but it seemed the prophecy would not be avoided. The boy's power was undeniable—and dangerous.
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