(AN: I want to say thank you to those who have taken the time to read my story. I will be releasing 10 chapters today that will be all for this story for December please write comments and let me know what you think.)
The storm did not arrive the way storms usually did.
In Uzushiogakure, weather was a familiar companion. The sea was temperamental, the winds unpredictable, and the sky often shifted moods without warning. The island village lived with it, adapted to it, and—when necessary—sealed against it.
But this storm was different.
It did not roll in from the horizon. It did not creep across the ocean in sheets of gray. It formed overhead, directly above the village, clouds spiraling inward as though pulled by an unseen hand. The air thickened with pressure, heavy and charged, vibrating faintly against skin and stone alike.
Villagers slowed mid-step.
Fishermen paused on the docks, hands tightening around nets and ropes as they looked up uneasily.
Parents ushered children indoors with sharper voices than usual.
Something pressed down over the island—not physically, but spiritually. A sensation like being watched. Like the world itself was holding its breath.
Far from the center of the village, in a modest stone house perched near the coastline, Akane Uzumaki cried out as another contraction tore through her body.
She gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white, red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her breathing came fast and shallow, each exhale trembling.
"This isn't right," she gasped. "It's too early for a storm like this."
Her husband, Riku Chinoike, knelt beside her, wiping her brow with a damp cloth. His movements were steady, controlled, but his eyes flicked toward the shuttered window every time thunder rumbled in the distance.
"Uzushio storms don't follow calendars," he said gently. "Focus on breathing. I'm here."
Lightning flashed, illuminating the room in harsh white for a split second. The walls seemed to hum, chakra rippling through the stone like a living thing.
Akane shook her head weakly. "No… you don't understand. I can feel it. The chakra—"
Another contraction cut her off, sharp enough to steal her breath. Her fingers dug into Riku's arm, and this time he didn't hide the wince.
Across the room, the midwife stilled.
She was an older Uzumaki woman, her face lined with years and wisdom, hands calm and practiced. She had delivered dozens of children. She had seen strong chakra before.
This was something else.
She glanced toward the window. Rain still hadn't fallen, yet the sky churned in tight, unnatural circles. The pressure in the room pulsed once—strong enough that even she felt it.
"A child of power…" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.
Riku caught the words. His jaw tightened. "What do you mean?"
She shook her head sharply, forcing her focus back onto Akane. "Later. Stay with your wife. She needs you."
Akane cried out again as another wave of pain surged through her, stronger than the last.
Outside, the storm tightened its grip.
Inside, a child pressed closer to the world.
The Uzumaki Sealing Corps felt it long before the storm reached its peak.
Their headquarters—half shrine, half command post—came alive as detection seals flared across the walls. Lines of script glowed and twisted, chakra readings climbing faster than any of the sensor-nin had ever recorded.
One of them froze, hand hovering over the array. "Sir… the readings are unstable."
The captain stepped forward, eyes narrowing as he studied the display. "Because of the storm?"
"Yes," the sensor replied slowly. "But not only that. The chakra within it is… dense. Coiled. It's behaving like a living thing."
Silence fell.
"And the source?" the captain asked.
The sensor swallowed. "Residential district. Coastal edge. A single house."
The captain's posture stiffened. "An Uzumaki birth?"
"Partly," the sensor said. "But there's something else mixed in. Something sharp. Focused."
Two bloodlines.
Surging together.
The captain exhaled slowly. "Spirits help us. Another storm isn't just forming above the village. One is being born within it."
Back in the stone house, the storm reached its breaking point.
Wind howled against the walls, rattling shutters violently. Lightning struck the ocean with a crack so loud it felt as though the world itself had split open.
Akane screamed.
Her body tensed, muscles straining as she bore down, every ounce of Uzumaki endurance called forth. Sweat soaked the sheets beneath her, her breath ragged and desperate.
"He's fighting," she gasped. "Fighting to get out."
The midwife blinked. "Fighting?"
Akane's eyes widened—not in fear, but something closer to awe. "I can feel him. His chakra… it's already moving. Like a vortex."
Riku tightened his grip on her hand. He felt it too now—a pressure that had nothing to do with the storm outside.
The midwife positioned herself quickly. "He's coming."
Outside, the storm screamed.
Wind spiraled. Lightning danced. Chakra swelled overhead, swirling into a vast, unseen eye above the house.
Then—
A single thunderclap shattered the sky.
And the child was born.
The moment his cry filled the room, the storm stopped.
Not gradually.
Instantly.
Wind fell silent. Lightning froze mid-pattern and vanished. Rain began to fall at last, gentle and steady, tapping softly against the roof like the world releasing a long-held breath.
Inside the house, the newborn's cry was strong and clear.
Akane collapsed back onto the pillows, tears streaking her face as exhaustion and relief washed over her. Riku stared as the midwife lifted the squirming, red-haired infant into her arms.
Then she froze.
"Is something wrong?" Riku asked sharply.
The midwife swallowed. "No… and yes." She hesitated before handing the baby to Akane. "Your son's chakra coils are… already defined. Larger than any newborn I've ever examined."
Akane cradled the child to her chest.
For a brief moment, his eyes opened.
Dark red.
Deep red.
Something darker swirled beneath the surface, ancient and sharp. A flicker of crimson light pulsed once, then faded.
"…Chinoike," the midwife whispered.
Riku's breath caught. Memories stirred—old teachings, bloody histories, a clan he had left behind for good reason. Uzushio had accepted him quietly, but the legacy of his bloodline was not forgotten.
Akane pressed a kiss to her son's forehead. "He's perfect."
Riku placed a hand gently against the baby's cheek. "He is."
The midwife's voice softened. "He is extraordinary. Uzumaki children are strong, yes—but this…"
Akane smiled faintly. "He'll need that strength."
The midwife hesitated. "I must notify the Council."
Riku stiffened. "Is that necessary?"
"Storms do not form over the village without reason," she replied. "The elders will want to understand."
Akane squeezed his hand. "Let them come."
Riku exhaled slowly. "Fine."
Later that night, when the storm had fully passed, they wrapped their son in a white cloth embroidered with the Uzumaki spiral.
They walked to the clan shrine atop the cliff, the ocean stretching endlessly below. Torches flickered along the path, their light reflecting off wet stone. Water pooled and flowed in faint spirals along the steps, shaped by lingering chakra.
The shrine was old—older than the village itself. A massive stone spiral carved into the cliff face, worn smooth by time and reverence.
Akane cradled the child. "He's quiet."
Riku smiled faintly. "Maybe he's listening."
They reached the platform.
The elder awaited them, brush in hand.
"Present the child."
Akane stepped forward.
"Name him."
She and Riku exchanged a glance.
"Raizo."
The brush moved.
"Raizo Uzumaki," the elder intoned. "Thunderborn."
Distant thunder rumbled softly in reply.
Raizo's tiny hand stretched outward, fingers curling toward the falling rain.
"He feels everything," Akane whispered.
Riku drew them close. "Then we'll protect him."
Even as he said it, unease stirred in his chest.
Strength drew attention.
And attention brought danger.
That night, Raizo slept peacefully.
A faint red glow pulsed beneath his closed eyelids.
The storm was gone.
But something far greater had begun.
Thanks for reading, feel free to write a comment, leave a review, and Power Stones are always appreciated.
I have two other stories I am currently working on
The First is called Reborn as Stephen Cooper currently has 20 chapters.
The second story has a work in progress name but it is a story a soul reincarnated as Cain (Bible) in the world of TVD/Originals. should be released in December maybe.