The sky above the ruined valley was quiet, streaked with golden clouds as dusk rolled over the landscape. Shinsui stood atop a jagged outcropping of stone, the wind rustling through his long, crimson hair as he overlooked the remnants of the battlefield. His eyes—sharp, unreadable—glowed faintly with a dark luster as he stared into the distance.
Behind him, the last Uzumaki knelt silently. He hadn't moved since Shinsui rose hours ago, watching as the being once sealed away reconnected with a world that had long since forgotten him.
Shinsui inhaled deeply, then exhaled.
"The air smells stale," he muttered. "Too much peace rotting in the corners of the world… even my clan has been destroyed."
The young Uzumaki shifted, unsure how to respond.
"Are you angry?" Shinsui continued. "Good. The world needs anger to change. But don't waste it here. You've done your part."
He turned, eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement.
"I said I would stretch my body first, didn't I? And I meant it. Mito can wait. She's a loose thread I'll cut eventually—but not yet."
The Uzumaki's brow furrowed. "Then where will you go?"
"Somewhere I can breathe," Shinsui said simply, raising his hand.
As Shinsui said that, from his palm, streams of black and white chakra flickered into the air—threads, pulsing like veins, reaching upward. This is one of the techniques he created while he was sealed. Space itself trembled around him. The world shifted as the laws of chakra and reality twisted under his will.
"It's time to move forward. This world… it's too small now. And more importantly, its chains are still tangled around my ankles."
"Every world has its foundation. I just need to tear the veil and reach the next one."
He began forming hand seals—slow, deliberate, elegant. His chakra bled into the atmosphere, staining the sky red. A low hum rose as the air thickened, warping space itself like ripples in a pond.
The Uzumaki gasped. "What are you trying to do?" shouted the uzumaki.
"I'm leaving" Shinsui answered. "Im leaving this spoilt world, where everywhere reeks to me. But don't worry I will be back."
Suddenly, the clouds above twisted into a vortex of spiraling void. Lightning crackled along the edges as a dark tunnel formed—wide, unstable, and echoing with unearthly howls.
This was a gateway. The gateway to leave the Naruto world.
Shinsui POV
I grinned. "There. Crude and u sophisticated, but it'll do."
"You'll leave… just like that?"
I looked over my shoulder and replied "The Bloodline Clan will rise. Whether here in this world or elsewhere. Because this world is already dead down to its marrow, but fear not for I will be back and when I come back all who have wronged me will pay."
The Uzumaki's fists clenched. "What if I need your help ?"
"You won't. You'll need yourself." I replied
Without another word, I stepped forward. My foot touched the swirling portal—and in a blink, vanished.
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The world beyond was not what I was expecting, completely silent.
No sun. No moon. No time.
I drifted in the gray void, not quite stable, not quite born. It was like standing in a painting that has started but has not been completed.
I took a deep breath, seems I have gotten to the legendary chaos that existed before a universe is created.
"This place…" he murmured. "It's still forming, seems my luck is really good."
The ground appeared beneath him—just a ripple of stone. Mountains grew in the distance, then crumbled. Trees formed, died, and reformed. It was a world in constant flux, neither alive nor dead, but becoming.
I knelt and placed my hand on the soil. It pulsed with pure creation energy, but something lingered beneath. I closed my eyes and listened.
There it was.
Fear. Hate. Jealousy. Pain.
All of it. All negative emotion—raw, untamed, and directionless. And yet… it called to me.
I stood again, slowly, a smile curving across my lips, seems like there is more benefit to this than I expected.
My body began to shudder—not from weakness, but from the joy I felt as I comprehended from the chaos. His chakra pulled in the energy around him like a vortex. The more he absorbed, the more the world reacted. Tye negatives began to stabilize and overwhelm the positives. It seems that this is the highest that I comprehend without facing resistance from the chaos.
Something was changing.
Within.
Without.
My blood boiled.
My bones reformed.
My soul fractured, then reassembled—greater, deeper, older.
And all the while, the cursed energy kept pouring in. It didn't hurt. It belonged to him.
Power. Knowledge. Domain. Divinity.
It seems that I have become the personification of the negatives.
My eyes opened, now pitch black with crimson stars within them. Almost like the legendary sharingan I thought.
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But above—beyond the sky of the nascent realm—a faint shimmer flickered. Like a pearl forming within the void, untouched and unseen.
The positive side of creation—light, purity, hope—was beginning to stir. Slowly gathering. Quiet. Watching.
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And from it, a figure began to take shape.
Unseen by Shinsui.
Unfelt by his senses.
But very real.