A gentle breeze drifted through a cracked window, carrying with it the faint scent of rain. On a weathered bed lay a young man, his breaths shallow, his frail body trembling as though even the act of living was too much to endure. His name was Amatsu, a boy with nothing but a righteous heart and a dream to make the world a better place. He had been kind, selfless, and full of hope. But in the end, none of it mattered.
The illness, merciless and unrelenting, had consumed him piece by piece, leaving him a shadow of the boy he once was. It had robbed him of his strength, his future, and the dreams he had cherished so deeply. Beside him rested a small journal, its pages filled with the scrawled fragments of his hopes—a legacy he had hoped to leave behind in a world that had already forgotten him.
His trembling hands reached for the journal one last time, his fingers weak and cold. The tears that blurred his vision fell onto the ink-stained pages as his lips moved to whisper his final plea.
"If only I had more time… If only I could leave something behind…"
The words barely escaped his lips before the darkness came. It swallowed him whole, pulling him into an endless void. His final breath left him, and his journal slipped from his grasp.
It should have been the end.
But it wasn't.
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When he opened his eyes, the world around him was unfamiliar yet breathtaking. The sky stretched endlessly above, untainted by the scars of greed or war. The earth was lush and vibrant, untouched by chaos. It was a world without chakra, a world brimming with simplicity and beauty.
Amatsu didn't understand how or why he had arrived here, but for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, he felt alive. His body was strong, free from pain, and his heart beat with a vitality he had never known.
And then, the system awakened.
It whispered in his mind, gifting him the ability to control the duration of any buff or debuff applied to his body. Strength, endurance, speed, healing—he could make them permanent, unlocking a power that far surpassed the limits of humanity. With this gift, Amatsu trained ceaselessly, pushing his body and mind to their absolute peak.
He became a savior to those who had nothing. Through sheer willpower, he united warring tribes and built a kingdom—a sanctuary of peace in a fractured world. The people revered him as a symbol of strength and compassion, a leader who fought to protect the weak and bring hope to the hopeless.
And then, he met her.
Kaguya.
She was radiant, ethereal, and more powerful than anyone he had ever encountered. The world feared her, cursed her, and called her a monster, but Amatsu saw through the veil of lies and hatred. Beneath her immense strength was a woman burdened by loneliness, a soul misunderstood and cast aside by those who could not comprehend her.
They were drawn to each other, two broken souls yearning for connection in a cruel, indifferent world. Against all odds, they fell in love.
Amatsu found in Kaguya a partner, an equal, someone who understood the burden of strength. Together, they dreamed of creating a world where power wasn't feared and love wasn't punished. When Kaguya told him she was pregnant, Amatsu felt a joy so profound it brought tears to his eyes. Their child would be the ultimate symbol of their love, a bridge between their dreams and the future they longed to create.
For a time, it seemed as though peace was within their grasp.
But peace is fleeting.
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Jealousy and fear are insidious poisons, and humanity has always been quick to destroy what it does not understand. The very people who had once flocked to Amatsu for protection, who had bowed before Kaguya's power, turned against them. Whispers of rebellion grew louder, stoked by envy and mistrust.
And then, the armies came.
They marched on the kingdom Amatsu had built with his own hands, and with them came fire, blood, and hatred. Amatsu stood as the last line of defense, his system pushing him beyond human limits. By extending buffs to his strength, speed, and endurance indefinitely, he fought with the power of a god.
Yet even gods can fall.
The battle raged for hours, maybe days. Time blurred for Amatsu as he tore through wave after wave of enemies, his body a whirlwind of destruction. But no matter how many he defeated, more came. The tide of hatred was endless, and Amatsu's body, though enhanced, could not fight forever.
He fell to his knees, his body battered and broken, his blood soaking the earth he had sworn to protect.
Kaguya ran to him, her hands trembling as she cradled him in her arms. Her tears fell freely as she shook her head in denial.
"No… no, Amatsu, please… don't leave me. Don't leave us…"
Her voice cracked, raw with anguish, but Amatsu smiled weakly. His trembling hand reached up to brush her face, his touch feather-light. Even as his vision blurred and his strength faded, his thoughts were not for himself.
"Kaguya… live," he whispered, choking on the blood in his throat. "Protect our child… our dream… promise me…"
Her sobs were his only answer.
And then, he was gone.
Kaguya's cries pierced the heavens, her grief shaking the earth beneath her. The man she loved, the father of her unborn child, was gone. Her heart shattered, her soul consumed by despair.
In her anguish, she turned to the Divine Tree, its forbidden fruit glowing with an otherworldly light. She had always feared its power, knowing it would change her forever, but now fear was meaningless. The world had taken everything from her.
With trembling hands, she consumed the fruit.
The power surged through her, overwhelming and terrible. Her grief and love twisted into something darker, and she became the Rabbit Goddess—a being of unfathomable strength, no longer bound by the limitations of humanity.
But even this power could not bring Amatsu back.
The world turned on her once more, sealing her away in an eternal prison. Her child was lost to history, her love was gone, and the dream they had shared was reduced to ash.
And Amatsu's soul was cast into the void, lost to the endless currents of time.
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When he opened his eyes once more, he was no longer the man who had dreamed of peace. He was no longer the righteous soul who had sacrificed everything for others.
He was Amatsu—a man reborn into a world of chakra.
The memories of his past lives burned in his mind. The boy who dreamed of making a difference. The man who built a kingdom, who fought and died for love. And the world that had betrayed him.
This time, he would not be the savior.
With the power of his system—the ability to make any buff or debuff within his body permanent—Amatsu vowed to tear down the foundations of this world. He would reshape it into a kingdom that could never fall, a kingdom forged in darkness and ruled by fear.
"Kindness is a weakness," he muttered, his voice cold and unyielding. "This world will bow before me, or it will burn."
And so, the cycle began anew.
The boy who once dreamed of saving the world now sought to destroy it. His heart, hardened by tragedy and betrayal, beat with only one purpose: to bring Kaguya back and make the world pay for what it had done.
But deep within him, the faint light of his former self lingered—a flicker of hope buried beneath the darkness, waiting for the day it might shine again.
For now, the world would know him not as a savior, but as its reckoning.
And in the shadows, Kaguya's bloodline thrived, unaware that the man who had once fought to protect them had returned—not as their guardian, but as their greatest threat!