BEFORE IRUKA

Prologue

Tap. Flash-ripple.

Tap. Flash-ripple.

Anzara sighed. She had been trapped in this bubble-universe for 4 sleep cycles so far. It was impossible to tell how much time she had been here when the history of the place changed so often.

Tap. Flash-ripple. The usual three Hokage heads.

Tap. Flash-ripple. The usual four Hokage heads.

Tap. Flash-ripple. Tap. Flash-ripple. Same. Same.

She had discovered she could change the time line by tapping the overhead dome. When she was bored by the same old scenery she could touch the dome and flash-ripple it would change. She hadn't figured out how to escape this trap, but at least she could keep amused.

Or not. So many of these time lines were variations on the same theme with very little unique to distinguish them.

Tap. Flash-ripple.

Whoa. Now that was different. She circled toward her usual perch. Ooops. She wouldn't be landing there. Not only was the third head missing from Hokage mountain, but the back of the monument had been blown out as well. There was a deep, caved-in crater where her usual resting place had been.

What had happened here anyway?