The sky didn't fall in silence.
It fell with purpose.
No screaming. No warning. Just the sound of power unleashed, precise and deliberate—a god rewriting the world.
They say Naruto Uzumaki was the Hero of the Leaf. The boy who defied fate. The savior of the shinobi world.
They were wrong.
He wasn't broken. He wasn't lost. He wasn't a victim of grief or trauma.
He planned this. All of it.
The fall of Konoha. The restructuring of the Elemental Nations. The rise of an empire under his absolute rule.
It wasn't madness.
It was design.
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I was ten.
Just a boy in the outer Nara compound, playing with my little sister, Emi, in the yard. She liked drawing foxes. We didn't know anything about war, politics, or prophecy.
We didn't know our home was already a target.
Naruto struck when the moon was high. A single tailed beast bomb leveled our sector in seconds. My mother was vaporized. My father crushed by rubble. Emi—six years old—burned alive when chakra fire lit the trees.
I lived because I hid. Because I was weak. Because I was nothing.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't explain. He didn't even look back.
He didn't need to.
The destruction of Konoha was only the beginning.
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From its ashes, he built something… inhuman.
He called it the Unified Chakra Dominion—an empire stretched across all five great nations. One ruler appointed to each village:
The Sand was handed to a desert tactician bound by blood-seals.
The Mist to a silent ANBU executioner from the purge squads.
The Stone to a chakra engineer who built terrain weapons.
The Cloud to a lightning-wielding warlord with no morals.
And The Leaf, renamed The Black Pillar, to his own bloodline.
Above them all, Naruto ruled as Supreme Leader—untouchable, all-seeing, eternal.
He said it was peace.
He said this was the only way.
No more war. No more pain.
Only order.
Only control.
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And now, he lives at the top of the Obsidian Tower, surrounded by his chosen wives—Hinata, Ino, and Tsunade—and the children born from his vision.
He watches everything through drones, chakra-sensing satellites, and seal-linked consciousness networks. There is no free thought. No true speech. No rebellion.
Unless it is me.
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My name is Rai Tenma. I'm not a reincarnated sage. I'm not special.
But I survived the day Naruto destroyed the world.
And I've spent every moment since then learning how to kill the god who replaced it.
In the shattered catacombs beneath the ruins of Uchiha district, I study chakra the way a scientist dissects a virus. I map bloodline interactions, reconstruct jutsu from memory, and invent machines chakra cannot touch.
No prophecy protects me.
No army stands beside me.
I work alone.
And now… I'm ready.
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Tonight, I'll break into Vault Gamma—a genetic archive storing stolen bloodlines. Naruto believes it's unbreachable. But I've already rerouted the drones and cracked the chakra lock.
This is not the attack.
It's the first whisper.
A test of how far I can go before the god above notices a gnat in his kingdom.
He sees everything, they say.
Let's see if he sees me.
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