Rain.Slow.Soft.Persistent.
It fell over the outskirts of the Fire Country.
No thunder.No lightning.
Just the hum of water hitting old stone roads.
A carriage rolled down a narrow trail.Drawn by a single black horse.No driver.
Inside—
A boy.
Sixteen.Face pale.Eyes half-shut.Whispers in his ears.
He wasn't breathing.
He wasn't human anymore.
Konoha.Morning.
Raien stared into the mirror.
Both eyes.
Same color.
But not the same.
The right saw light.The left saw through it.
He turned away.His body still sore.
The memory of yesterday lingered—The silver-eyed masked man…That voice.
"You're not supposed to exist."
Then vanished.
Just like that.
No blood.No death.
Only a crack left behind.In Raien's mind.
Neji appeared on the rooftop.
Wordless.
Raien didn't turn.
"You saw it too," Raien muttered.
Neji nodded.
"That thing… wasn't shinobi."
"No."
"What was it?"
Raien's lips curled slightly.
"I think we're starting to find out."
In Hokage's Tower—
Tsunade stood over a map.Eyes sharp.Shizune beside her.
"Unregistered chakra fluctuations detected outside the village," she said."Three times."
Shizune pointed at the reports.
"Same signature."
"Hunter Corps?"
"No. Stronger. Unknown type."
Tsunade stared at a red circle on the map.
"Get Kakashi. Tell him we may need Team Seven back early."
Elsewhere.
A scroll unrolled itself.
In an empty room.
No one touched it.
Ink moved across the parchment.Drawing symbols.Drawing a name.
Raien.
The scroll caught fire.Disappeared.
Ash scattered.Out of nowhere—A single lotus bloomed on the wooden floor.
And someone whispered in the wind—
"Phase Two has begun."
Flashback.
Years before.Another world.Another life.
Raien walked through a metal city.
No trees.
No sky.
Only grey towers.
And war machines above.
A boy.Running through fire.Chased.
By who?
He didn't know.
They wanted his eye.
His blood.
His mind.
He fell.
Off a ledge.
Into a pit.
Black.
Then—
The voice.
Female.
Soft.Distant.
"I can give you another chance. A world where the chains are still forming. But you won't go whole. Something will be broken."
"You accept?"
Raien never answered.
He just opened his eye.
And woke in the Naruto world.
Present.
Raien walked through the training grounds.
Alone.
Empty field.Overcast skies.
He held a kunai.Threw it.
It missed the target.
He frowned.
Tried again.
This time it hit.Perfect center.
His hand trembled.
The power growing inside him—It wasn't just strength.
It was rewriting how he moved.
Instincts weren't his.
They were being given to him.
Fed into his mind like an update.
"Synchronization 38%," a voice whispered deep inside him.
Back at the academy—
Iruka stood before a wall of files.
He froze.
One file caught his eye.
A sealed report.
No one touched it in years.
He opened it.
Black ink.Missing-nin symbols.
Notes scribbled in red:
"Subject 09-A: Dojutsu Fragment Host."
It wasn't dated.But it listed a name.
Not Raien.
Not Uchiha.
Not Hyuga.
Only a codename.
"The Eye That Shouldn't Exist."
Iruka shut the file.
Fast.
Too fast.
His heart pounded.
"Who… sent this?"
Later.
Kakashi returned.
Tsunade greeted him with silence.
She threw the scroll toward him.
He caught it mid-air.
Unrolled.
Read once.
His eye narrowed.
"What does this mean?"
Tsunade stared out the window.
"I think someone reincarnated into our world."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow.
She added—
"But not from a place like ours."
Silence.
Then a name escaped both their lips at the same time.
"Raien."
Meanwhile.
Hinata trained alone.
Forest clearing.
Gentle Fist.
Precise.Calm.
Then a shadow passed behind her.
She turned.
No one.
Her eyes activated.
Nothing.
But the trees…
They had burn marks.
Old.Faint.But recent.
Something had been watching her.
Evening.
Raien sat by the river.
Feet in the water.
Wind was still.
He closed his left eye.
Saw nothing.
Opened it again.
Symbols hovered in the air.
Words appeared.
Unreadable.
But one thing was clear—
A countdown.
He blinked.
It vanished.
At the edge of Fire Country.
The black carriage arrived.
The boy inside opened his eyes.
They were pitch black.
Soulless.
The sky above him bent.Like it feared him.
He stepped out.
Feet never touching ground.
His cloak flowed upward.
And then—
He whispered.
"Find the Eye."
The forest around him died.