Rain.
Cold.Sharp.Uninvited.
Falling over Konoha.
The rooftops.The trees.The masks.
It washed the blood.But not the scent.
Kakashi stood near the Hokage monument.
He didn't blink.Didn't breathe.
Raien stood beside him.Silent.Wrapped in a black cloak.
Hood covering most of his face.
Only his left eye visible.
And it was glowing again.A silent flicker.Like a heartbeat.
Kakashi finally asked, "Do you remember what you saw?"
Raien didn't speak.
Then…
"…I saw myself."
Kakashi frowned.
Raien continued.
"Not this version of me. Another one. Same eye. Same power. But… wrong."
Kakashi waited.
Raien turned.
"There were others before me."
Inside the Hokage office—
Tsunade slammed a scroll on her desk.
Cracked it open.
Ancient paper.Dust-covered seal.
Jiraiya stood beside her.
He had just returned.And he looked… concerned.
"Three villages. All gone silent."
Tsunade looked up.Eyes hard.
"Root?"
"Already deployed. No return."
A beat.
Jiraiya then whispered, "It's the same pattern. Every time that eye awakens, something follows."
Tsunade closed her eyes.Took a breath.
"And what do you suggest?"
He didn't answer.
Because there was no answer.
In the deepest underground archives of Konoha—
Sasuke lit a torch.
The catacombs had no chakra flow.
No seals.
Dead zone.
Only one corridor.
One door.
One file.
Sasuke picked it up.Blew off the dust.
Label read: Void Progenitor: Classified by Tobirama Senju.
He opened it.
Inside—drawings.Reports.And a name.
Raien.
But not his Raien.
This one was from another timeline.
Another war.
A forgotten cycle.
Sasuke's eyes widened.
"Time loop?" he muttered.
Then one line—Burned into the final page.
"The Dojutsu of Void doesn't evolve… it reincarnates."
Meanwhile, in the forest—
The masked woman returned.
She stood before a giant mirror.
It wasn't glass.
It was chakra.
Frozen time.
Inside it—
A figure.
Tall.
Pale.
Wrapped in black wires.
Eyes closed.
But twitching.
She pressed her hand on the mirror.
"Your vessel's awake."
The figure didn't respond.
But the air around it trembled.
She smiled.
"Soon."
Then stepped back.
Vanished.
In Konoha, Raien sat in a dark room.
Neji stood nearby.Silent.Observing.
Raien had drawn something on the ground.
A circle.
Six patterns.
One symbol in the center.
Broken spiral.
Neji asked, "What is this?"
Raien didn't blink.
"A map."
"To what?"
"…To myself."
Neji frowned.
Raien stood.Tired.
Drained.
But certain.
"There are places in this world I've never been. But my body remembers them."
He pointed at one pattern.
"There. That's the first."
Neji looked closer.
"This place doesn't exist on any map."
Raien nodded.
"I know."
Far above, in the Land of Iron—
A storm cloud split.
Lightning raged in silence.
Inside a temple, guarded by no one—Lit by fireless torches—Sat a single coffin.
It opened.
By itself.
No hands.No seals.No chakra.
Only the presence of one word whispered through time.
Raien.
At Ichiraku Ramen—
Naruto sat with an untouched bowl.
He was staring at the ground.
Iruka noticed.
"You okay?"
Naruto didn't answer.
Kurama's voice echoed in his head.
"The boy is pulling something old. Something buried before the Sage ever walked."
Naruto whispered, "Raien's not like us, is he?"
Kurama stayed quiet.
Then—
"No. He's older than chakra itself. You just don't see it yet."
That night—
Raien left Konoha.
Alone.
No goodbye.
No notes.
Only his broken eye flickering in the moonlight.
As he reached the forest edge—Someone appeared.
A woman.Older.Eyes covered.
She didn't speak.
Raien stopped.
"I know you," he said.
She tilted her head.
"I saw you. In the void. Watching."
She finally spoke.
"You were never supposed to live."
Raien's fists clenched.
"I didn't ask to."
A long silence.
She stepped closer.
"This world… has rules. You are the fracture. You don't belong."
Raien's eye began to glow brighter.
The woman continued.
"And that eye… was not meant to awaken in this era."
Raien raised his chin.
"Then maybe this era needs it."
She vanished.
Not a word more.
Raien stood still.Wind brushing past his cloak.
Then—
He walked.
Into the darkness.
Toward the place that didn't exist on any map.
Toward answers.
Or death.
Whichever came first.