The rain was still falling.
In Amegakure, it was an immutable certainty. The elders said that even if the world itself were to collapse, the rain would continue to fall on the village, as if to erase the traces of the living.
Kaido walked through a narrow alley, water streaming down his dark hair. At seven years old, he was already taller than most children in the village. His broad shoulders sometimes brushed the walls, and each step produced a faint echo, as if the ground itself acknowledged a weight it was never meant to bear.
Eyes turned away.
Not out of contempt.
Out of instinct.
They feel something, Kaido thought.
He didn't know how, nor why. But he noticed it every day: civilians and ninjas alike felt a diffuse unease in his presence. Not clear fear.
Not yet.
A premonition.
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Amegakure, Village of SurvivorsAmegakure did not teach compassion.
Here, children learned early how to fight, steal, lie—or die. The Second Great Ninja War raged outside, but its shockwaves echoed through every alley, every cracked house.
The village's ninjas were constantly deployed. Spies, mercenaries, assassins. The Hidden Rain survived by selling itself to the highest bidder.
Kaido observed everything.
Guard rotations.
Night patrols.
Internal disputes between factions.
An unstable village, he concluded.
Perfect.
He stopped beneath a metal awning. Ahead of him lay a small square where several children trained clumsily under the distant supervision of a chūnin. Blunted kunai. Sloppy stances.
Future dead.
Ren was among them.
Kaido watched without approaching.
Ren was weak. Not physically—many children were—but structurally. His chakra was almost nonexistent. Not null…
But unusable.
A body rejected by this world.
Ren was shoved aside.
— Get lost, you're useless!
He fell into a puddle. The others laughed.
Kaido narrowed his eyes slightly.
He did not intervene.
Not yet.
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The Silent TestThat night, Kaido trained longer than usual.
He had found an isolated place: a collapsed structure, the remains of an old warehouse. The ground was cracked, the ceiling torn open. Rain fell directly inside.
Perfect.
He positioned himself at the center.
Feet anchored.
He inhaled deeply.
This world uses chakra… but I don't.
He closed his eyes.
He wasn't trying to imitate ninjas. He wasn't trying to channel what he did not possess.
He listened to his body.
His heart beat slowly.
Powerfully.
He struck.
Not fast.
Not strong.
Just… precisely.
The wall vibrated.
Kaido struck again.
Again.
Again.
His muscles worked differently from those of normal humans. He could feel it. Every fiber seemed capable of absorbing more load, more strain.
This body is a vessel.
A vessel for something greater.
As he stopped, slightly out of breath, a familiar sensation returned.
Not a voice this time.
A resonance.
As if something, somewhere, was observing his actions.
Progress detected
Primary parameter: Body
Abnormal growth confirmed
Partial unlock authorized – condition not met
Kaido smiled.
— You want conditions? he murmured.
— You'll have them.
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When the World ResistsRumors began to spread.
— The child is too big.
— He cracked a wall.
— He made a chūnin step back without touching him.
Exaggerations.
Lies.
But in Amegakure, rumors were weapons.
One evening, as he was returning home, Kaido was stopped.
Three ninjas.
Not amateurs.
— Come with us, kid.
Kaido looked at them.
— Why?
— Higher orders.
The tone left no room for discussion.
Kaido followed.
They crossed several districts before entering an official building. Dark room. Metal table. A single man waited for them.
Tall. Thin. Tired eyes.
— Kaido, he said.
— That's your name.
Kaido remained standing.
— You're not registered as a ninja. You have no exploitable chakra. And yet…
He placed his hands on the table.
— You've become a problem.
Silence.
— A problem? Kaido repeated calmly.
The man stared at him for a long moment.
— Amegakure doesn't like anomalies.
Kaido inclined his head slightly.
— I do.
The pressure changed.
No chakra.
But something weighed down the room.
The three ninjas behind Kaido tightened their fingers on their weapons without realizing it.
The man inhaled slowly.
— …You haven't attacked anyone.
— You haven't broken any rules.
He clenched his teeth.
— For now.
Kaido held his gaze.
— Then why stop me?
A bitter smile.
— Because if you continue… you'll force this village to make a choice.
Kaido smiled in return.
— Good.
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The Inner DecisionThat night, Kaido understood one essential thing.
This world will not let me grow quietly.
There would be tests.
Attempts at control.
Perhaps elimination.
As always.
He sat on the roof of a building, rain sliding over his skin.
His gaze settled on the village.
Weak. Divided. Rotten by war.
I don't need to conquer it.
I can surpass it.
He thought of Ren.
Of his empty gaze.
Of his nonexistent potential… according to
this world.
— …
Something vibrated within him.
Will affirmed
Concept validated: Creation
Orientation: Evolving Domination
Next step: Power source defined
Kaido inhaled.
— Devil Fruits…
The world of Naruto did not know this
concept.
But he did.
If this world functions on a single energy…
Then I will force it to accept something else.
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A Silent PromiseThe next day, Ren was attacked.
Not by children.
By teenagers.
They beat him behind a building.
Kaido arrived without running.
— Get lost, giant.
Kaido looked at the boy on the ground.
Then he looked at the others.
— Leave.
They laughed.
Kaido took a step.
The ground cracked.
They stepped back.
— What are you…?
Kaido crouched in front of Ren.
— Get up.
Ren obeyed.
Kaido placed a hand on his shoulder.
— You will survive.
Not a gentle promise.
A sentence.
In the distance, someone was watching the scene.
A ninja of Amegakure.
And for the first time…
He feared the future.