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Raizo Uzumaki turned six beneath a sky washed pale with morning fog.
It clung to the cliffs of Uzushiogakure in thin, drifting sheets, softening the hard lines of stone and spiral rooftops until the village looked half-dreamed, half-remembered. Sound felt sharper in the quiet, every footstep and gull cry cutting through the stillness as if the world itself were holding its breath.
Raizo sat alone on the highest stone ledge overlooking the sea.
His legs dangled over the edge, swinging gently as the wind threaded through his hair. Most children his age fidgeted, hummed, kicked pebbles into the water. Raizo did none of that.
He breathed.
Slowly. Carefully. The way Akane had taught him.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and with each exhale the mist near his feet curled inward, forming a soft spiral before thinning again. When he inhaled, the breeze shifted, lifting slightly as if drawn toward him.
It wasn't effort. It wasn't even intention.
The world was simply… responding.
Footsteps crunched softly on gravel behind him.
Akane stopped a few paces back, unwilling to break the fragile stillness. She watched her son with the same mix of pride and fear she carried more often these days, a feeling she'd learned to hide behind gentle smiles.
"He looks too old," she whispered.
Riku came to stand beside her, arms folded loosely. "He looks like himself."
"That's what frightens me," she replied. "He shouldn't have this much control at six."
Riku exhaled slowly. "He's not other children."
Akane frowned. "Don't say it like that."
"I didn't mean it as a flaw," he said softly. "Just… a truth."
They stood together as the wind spiraled once more around Raizo and then settled, obedient and calm.
Riku's voice dropped. "…He's becoming himself faster than the world can adjust."
And that—though neither of them said it aloud—was dangerous.
By midday, the fog thinned, retreating toward the sea.
Hina arrived at the docks at a dead sprint, waving both arms wildly.
"RAIZO! I FOUND A SEAWEED PIECE THAT LOOKS LIKE A CHICKEN!"
Raizo blinked. "…Why?"
She shoved the soggy clump into his hands. "LOOK. CHICKEN."
He studied it seriously, then nodded. "Yes."
Hina gasped. "YOU SEE IT TOO?"
"No."
"RAIZO!"
"You said to believe."
She stared at him, then burst into laughter and grabbed his wrist, dragging him toward the tide pools. Raizo stumbled once, then fell into step beside her.
Her world was loud and bright and chaotic.
His was heavy, sharp, and quiet.
Somehow, together, they balanced.
They knelt by a shallow pool, watching small fish dart between stones. Hina splashed him playfully.
"It's cold!" she squealed.
Raizo wiped his cheek. "Why are you like this?"
"Fun!" she declared, splashing him again.
Raizo narrowed his eyes—rare mischief flickering—and flicked water back at her.
The splash froze mid-air.
It hung there for a full heartbeat, trembling as if unsure whether gravity still applied. Hina stared, mouth open.
"DO IT AGAIN."
Raizo stared at his own hand. "I didn't mean to do it this time either."
"YOU HAVE WATER POWERS."
Raizo considered. "Maybe the water is just… listening?"
"LISTENING TO WHAT?"
He gestured vaguely. "Me."
Hina stared at him with reverence usually reserved for heroes and sweets. "You're weird."
Raizo nodded. "Yes."
They laughed.
Akane, watching from a distance, felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Water manipulation at six—without hand signs, without deliberate chakra shaping—wasn't just rare.
It was a warning.
Training followed that afternoon.
Riku gathered Raizo outside the house, fallen leaves crunching underfoot. He knelt and tossed a handful of leaves into the air.
"We've worked on breath," he said. "Now we see how your chakra answers the wind."
Raizo nodded.
"Breathe."
Raizo inhaled.
Exhaled.
The wind rose—not violently, not sharply—but with intent. Every leaf curved into a gentle orbit around Raizo's small frame, spinning in quiet harmony.
Riku's breath caught.
"I didn't push it," Raizo said, confused. "I just… asked."
Riku understood too well to answer.
The chalkboard on the porch filled quickly that evening.
Spirals within spirals. Clean, confident strokes.
Akane crouched beside him. "What seal is this?"
"One that makes things quiet," Raizo said. "If you stand here, sounds don't go out."
"Show me."
Raizo lifted the board and clapped once beside it.
The sound dulled instantly, swallowed as if by thick cloth. No echo. Nothing.
Akane covered her mouth.
"That's a defensive containment seal," she whispered.
Riku examined it, face pale. "Who taught you this?"
Raizo shrugged. "I dreamed it."
Riku closed his eyes.
This wasn't learning.
This was inheritance waking.
Rumors returned with the trader.
Disguised again. Watching again.
Raizo stiffened mid-step. "Mama… someone is thinking sharp."
Akane followed his gaze and saw the man turn away too quickly.
They went home.
That night, Riku opened the sealed chest again.
The scroll. The claws. The black stone scale.
Raizo held the scale and went still.
"It's waiting," he whispered.
Riku took it back gently. "You shouldn't feel it yet."
But he already did.
The next week brought the first real danger.
Two men approached the village edge disguised as sailors.
Raizo froze. "The air feels wrong."
Riku intercepted them.
When one tried to flee, Raizo whispered, "Left."
Riku found him exactly where Raizo sensed him.
The interrogation confirmed what they feared.
People were paying for rumors.
For him.
That night, Raizo dreamed of dripping water, red stone, and a massive presence breathing in the dark.
"We see you," a voice whispered.
He woke gasping.
"The heartbeat is closer," he told Riku.
The elders tightened protections.
Seals. Guards. Silence.
And still, Raizo felt the world pressing closer.
At sunset, he sat with Hina at the sea wall.
"They're scared of losing me," he said quietly.
Hina grabbed his sleeve. "No one's taking you. I'll punch them."
He laughed softly.
Later, alone on the cliff, mist wrapped around him as he breathed.
"I won't hide," he whispered.
The sea stilled.
The wind quieted.
For the first time, the storm looked outward.
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