🕯️ Scene 1 — Madara's Chamber: The Question of the Demon
In a dim chamber beneath the snowfields, Madara knelt before the slumbering Nagato.
Black Zetsu hovered quietly beside him. White Zetsu flicked fingers over chakra sensors.
💬 "Has the demon been unsealed?" Madara's voice was low, wary.
Black Zetsu replied, "Not fully. The seal was reinforced by the Uzumaki as seen. But the energy below shifted… as if something stirs."
White Zetsu nodded. "He may be dead—or merely suppressed as before. Time erodes all."
Madara exhaled deeply. His hand traced ancient seal inscriptions.
💬 "Age—as it has done to me—may have eroded the demon's body, but his will… may yet endure."
🏯 Scene 2 — Uzumaki Clan Hall: The Feast of Power
Across Uzumaki Island, the clan rebuilt with bright laughter and bustling life.
But inside the grand hall, the mood was different.
Before a massive spread of sealed food, Uchiha Indra sat bare-chested, his presence magnetic.
Plates stacked high vanished beneath his ravenous appetite.
The thirty women, tall and poised, wore elegant white kimono revealing glowing, flawless skin—each marked faintly at their necks with Uzumaki spiral seals fading into subtle Sharingan patterns.
Their eyes shimmered with reverence and awe as Indra ate with an effortless, almost otherworldly grace.
Whispers passed among them:
💬 "He digests as if his stomach were endless."
💬 "He consumes not just food, but the chakra within."
Indra let out a soft burp—relaxed.
He then stood and moved toward the warm bath chamber cloaked in steam, muscles rippling with residual chakra energy.
🌙 Scene 3 — Chamber of Dance and Devotion
Indra returned to the hall, body dry and refreshed, draped only in a loose kimono.
The women surrounded him in a graceful circle.
Soft music began—faint flutes, gentle drums.
He shed the kimono, revealing his powerful physique glowing faintly with rippling chakra.
As he reached out, each woman approached silently, offering comforting kisses on his cheek and neck—soft, chaste, and respectful—their Uzumaki seals pulsing gently at their throats.
Their features were distinct yet harmonious: tall, strong figures with wide hips and serene expressions, each radiating calm loyalty and unwavering dedication.
The night passed in ritual dance and quiet affection, the air filled with soft laughter and delicate movement.
⏳ Scene 4 — Dawn of Exhaustion and Reawakening
Hours later, the women lay resting peacefully, their kimonos loosely draped as they slept—bodies tired but serene.
Indra stretched, limbs long and sinewy, every muscle alive under faint chakra glow.
Without hesitation, he stepped outside.
The blood-mist hung thick above the shore.
With a powerful leap, Indra plunged into the sea, water embracing him like a living fortress.
His muscles adjusted to crushing deep-sea pressure as he descended.
🌊 Scene 5 — Abyssal Hunt
In the dark depths, Indra's chakra radiated a faint red spiral glow.
Ahead, massive shapes loomed: ancient sea beasts—sharks and dolphin-like creatures with chakra-hardened scales, relics of a raw chakra age.
Indra's senses surged; hunger spiked.
On other side ..
A merchant family in rain kingdom was returning to Uzumaki island, after hearing war was over...
The sky above Amegakure hadn't cleared in months.
Black Zetsu slithered silently across the muddy root systems outside the roads, moving beneath long-forgotten merchant paths.
Two bodies lay discarded by the pines.
A man and woman — merchants by attire, simple in chakra flow. Unarmed. Untouched by war.
But one thing gave them away: spiral-shaped nose pins… and red hair.
Their child — barely ten — stayed unconscious, slumped and breathing shallow beneath bloodstained cloth.
Zetsu crouched beside the boy.
💬 "We tracked them since before the siege," he murmured to himself. "His father fled during the seal storm. Never spoke of his blood after leaving Uzushio."
White Zetsu whispered from a small split nearby:
💬 "He might've been nothing. A civilian…"
Black Zetsu smiled faintly as he touched the boy's forehead.
Madara looked over the unconscious figure again — the boy had been delivered, barely breathing.
"He's still alive?" he asked flatly.
Zetsu nodded.
💬 "He cried for two straight hours in the rain. The body was weak, but the soul was intact."
Madara leaned forward slowly.
His frail hand hovered above a small glass container containing his surgically preserved eyes — the Rinnegan.
💬 "Then let fate pretend this was luck."
His fingers moved through four slow seals.
"I name him Nagato," Madara whispered. "Let him see what the world becomes."
Sutures sealed. The surgery was swift.
No Awakening. Not yet. Only stillness.
Madara nodded.
💬 "Place him with others. Let orphans raise the weapon."
🏚️ Scene 3 — Rain Kingdom, Lower Ruins
It rained as if the sky mourned.
Two others found Nagato limp outside the crumbled road tunnel — a boy named Yahiko, and a quiet girl called Konan.
They couldn't explain why he was there.
Konan pressed a soaked paper flower to his chest. Yahiko dragged him into cover.
No one asked what happened to the family that brought him.
Nagato didn't speak.
He only opened his eyes once—
A strange pain spreading from the back of his skull—
—and then fell back asleep.
☁️ Scene 4 — Deep View: Zetsu's Watchpoint
Later that night, Black Zetsu reported silently to Madara again.
💬 "The orphans walk together."
💬 "Nagato shows no memory."
Madara only muttered one thing.
💬 "He doesn't need memory…"
He paused half-way.
💬 "He needs pain."
Then silence.