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Raizo Uzumaki turned five beneath a sky wrapped in pale morning mist.
It drifted in slow, quiet curls through Uzushiogakure's spiraled rooftops, softening edges and muting sound. The village felt suspended, caught between sleep and waking, before fishermen shouted orders and children filled the streets with noise. The ocean lay half-hidden beyond the cliffs, its rhythm steady but distant, as if breathing through cloth.
Raizo sat on the porch steps with his knees pulled close, chin resting lightly against them.
He wasn't watching the mist.
He was listening.
Not with his ears. Not fully. There was something beneath sound now—pressure, weight, intention. The world hummed faintly, and Raizo felt each note in his chest, his stomach, his fingertips.
Behind him, the door slid open with a soft rasp.
Akane stepped out, tying her hair back with a strip of red cloth. She paused when she saw him sitting so still. For a moment, she simply watched, letting herself memorize the sight: her son small against the wide world, quiet but unmistakably present within it.
"Good morning, little storm," she said softly.
Raizo didn't turn right away. He waited until a wave reached the rocks below, until the spray settled and the echo faded.
Then he whispered, "The ocean feels heavy."
Akane blinked. "Heavy?"
He nodded. "Like when Mama worries but doesn't say it."
Her breath caught despite herself.
She knelt beside him, one hand resting gently against his back. "Raizo… are you scared?"
He hesitated. That pause—so rare for him—said more than words ever could.
"…Am I scaring them?" he asked quietly.
Akane's heart clenched.
She pulled him into her arms immediately, pressing her cheek to his hair. "No," she murmured. "Not the ones who remember that children are just children."
Raizo leaned into her warmth, his breathing slowly syncing with hers. He didn't fully believe her—he felt too much, sensed too much—but the comfort grounded him. It always did.
The mist drifted on, listening with him.
Later that morning, Hina arrived like a storm of her own.
"RAIZO! GUESS WHAT!"
The door slammed open as she burst inside, hair wild, sandals half-off, voice echoing through the house.
Raizo blinked. "…What?"
"I FOUND A BLUE ROCK!"
She thrust a pebble toward him triumphantly. Raizo examined it with serious concentration.
"It's gray," he said.
Hina gasped dramatically. "NO. It's blue if you BELIEVE."
Raizo thought about that very carefully. "Belief makes things change?"
"Yes!" Hina said, absolutely certain and completely wrong.
Raizo tucked the thought away anyway.
She grabbed his hand. "Come on! Boats!"
He allowed himself to be dragged along, sandals slapping lightly against stone as they headed toward the docks. Hina pulled him into motion wherever she went—into noise, into laughter, into chaos. Somehow, she made the world smaller for him. Easier to hold.
At the docks, fishermen were already at work. Ropes slapped against wood. Gulls cried overhead. Emotions tangled thickly in the air—annoyance, focus, pride, impatience.
Hina plopped down beside a coil of rope. "Show me the knot! The twisty one!"
Raizo knelt and guided her fingers patiently. "Turn here. Not there."
"My fingers are dumb," Hina groaned.
"They're learning," Raizo corrected gently.
Hina beamed as if he'd given her something precious.
From a distance, Akane watched, her shoulders easing. Riku stood beside her, gaze fixed on their son.
"Hina makes him feel safe," Riku murmured.
"She makes the world quieter," Akane replied.
Riku nodded. "He needs that."
By midday, the mist thinned, drifting back toward the sea.
Raizo and Hina wandered toward the tide pools. Raizo crouched beside the water and dipped his fingers in. The surface curled inward toward his touch—not from movement, but from response.
Hina leaned close, eyes wide. "You're doing the thing again."
"The thing?" Raizo asked.
"The water-hug-thing."
Raizo watched the spiral form around his wrist. "It listens," he murmured.
Hina poked at the mist rising from the pool. "Is that smoke?"
"No," Raizo said. "Just water talking."
Hina stared at him. "…Water talks?"
"Sometimes."
Akane watched from behind them, awe tightening painfully with fear. Wind and water no longer resisted Raizo. They responded. Not violently. Not rebelliously.
Willingly.
Later, she said quietly to Riku, "He has the calm of water and the sharpness of wind."
Riku didn't smile. "A storm."
Akane shook her head. "No. A storm that chooses when to break."
Riku went very still.
Storms that chose were far more dangerous than storms that simply happened.
Training that afternoon flowed easily.
Raizo sat on a flat rock overlooking the sea, eyes half-lidded as Akane guided him.
"In with the wave… out with the tide…"
His breathing was steady now. So steady that the tide pools pulsed in rhythm with his chest. Wind curled around him in gentle spirals. Fallen leaves lifted and spun lazily, dancing in time with his breaths.
Riku watched from behind a boulder, barely daring to breathe.
"He doesn't push the wind," he whispered. "He convinces it."
Raizo's chakra no longer surged. It flowed—smooth, spiraled, calm. He shaped the world simply by existing within it.
And the elders would want to know.
That frightened Riku more than any jutsu ever could.
Seals came next.
Raizo's chalkboard had become crowded with spirals, rings, and branching lines. He wasn't copying anymore. He was creating.
Akane found him on the porch, carefully drawing a five-ring spiral seal.
"Raizo," she said softly, "what are you making?"
"A seal to make things quieter."
"Quieter how?"
He tapped the center. "It eats sound."
Her blood ran cold.
"Show me," she whispered.
Raizo propped the board upright and clapped once beside it.
The sound struck the air and died, muffled as if swallowed by thick cloth. The echo vanished instantly.
Akane covered her mouth.
Riku crouched beside Raizo. "Do you know what this is?"
Raizo shook his head.
"Adults can't do this," Riku said quietly.
Raizo blinked. "Why?"
"Because they're not you."
Raizo accepted that answer with quiet confusion.
Genius never stayed hidden.
The trader returned.
He wore a different face this time—a scroll-paper vendor laughing politely, inspecting ink quality, lingering too long near sealing stalls. But his eyes kept drifting back to Raizo.
Raizo felt him.
Sharp. Hungry. Probing.
"Mama," he whispered. "Someone is thinking sharp."
Akane followed his gaze and saw the man quickly look away. Her expression hardened.
"We're going home."
Riku met them halfway, already tense. When his eyes landed on the trader, something cold settled over his features.
No one approached them.
Not that day.
But the threat had changed everything.
That night, the elders were visited.
"This won't stop," Riku said flatly.
"It won't," the head elder agreed.
Days later, Riku led Raizo into a storage room he had never been allowed into before.
A sealed chest rested against the wall.
Inside lay a scroll bound in crimson cloth, three curved claws stained dark red, and a black stone scale etched with unfamiliar sigils.
Riku offered the scale.
Raizo took it.
Nothing happened.
No glow. No flare.
But his breath caught.
Not fear.
Recognition.
"It feels… familiar," he whispered.
Riku gently took it back. "You shouldn't feel that yet."
"What is it?"
"A promise," Riku said quietly. "One your blood remembers."
Raizo nodded slowly.
A week later, Hina fell near the tide wall.
Blood smeared stone.
Raizo froze.
Pain, fear, heartbeat—all of it surged toward him.
His eyes flickered pink, then deepened.
But this time, he remembered.
In with the wave. Out with the tide.
He breathed.
The red faded.
"You're okay," he told Hina softly.
She sniffled. "Your eyes did the thing again."
"…No."
"You're a bad liar."
Raizo almost smiled.
That night, Raizo stood alone at the shoreline.
Mist curled around his legs. Wind brushed his skin. Water leaned toward his fingers.
"The world is louder," he whispered.
The waves answered.
"…but I can hear myself now."
For the first time, the storm did not frighten him.
It listened.
It obeyed.
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