Far from Konoha, Sasuke Uchiha wandered the earth alone, a solitary figure still haunted by the weight of his past. The Fourth Great Ninja War had ended, but his journey was far from over. He sought answers—answers that could bring him peace, answers that could help him understand the true origin of chakra itself.
His travels had taken him to the most remote corners of the world, and it was there, in the shadow of forgotten ruins, that he felt it. A disturbance. A surge of chakra, ancient and overwhelming, calling to him like a distant echo.
Sasuke stood at the entrance of a ruined temple, his Sharingan activated, scanning the area. The chakra was strange, far older than anything he had ever encountered.
"What is this?" he murmured under his breath, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
As he ventured deeper into the temple, the air grew thick with energy, crackling in a way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Then, out of the darkness, a figure emerged.
The figure was cloaked in shadows, its face obscured. But Sasuke could feel its power, a force unlike anything he had ever encountered. The figure spoke, its voice cold and haunting.
"You are the last of the Uchiha, aren't you?" it asked, its voice echoing in the stillness of the temple. "The one who seeks to uncover the secrets of chakra."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
"I am the last of the Yōkai Clan," the figure replied. "And I have come to warn you, Uchiha Sasuke. The true origin of chakra is not what you think. And soon, the world will understand just how fragile their existence truly is."
Sasuke's heart raced as the figure's words settled in. The Yōkai Clan. He had heard whispers of such a clan—an ancient bloodline, believed to have been wiped out long ago just like his clan.
"The Yōkai Clan," Sasuke whispered. "Why come to me?"
The figure's lips curled into a dark smile. "Because you, Uchiha, are the key to understanding the truth. The truth that has been buried for centuries. with your Sharingan"
Before Sasuke could respond, the figure disappeared, leaving nothing behind but the lingering sense of dread.