A large crater on the ground. A 16-year old Jaune Arc can be seen crying at the death of his family.

"Why did this shit have to happen to me?"

The voice in his head stopped, it simply let the boy mourn.

Three hours ago, the Arc family finished their daily routines. The children came from school, the patriarch came home from a day's worth of patrolling at Ansel. Jaune just finished a day's worth of training.

While his parents never agreed to him wishing to be a huntsman, they couldn't stifle his dream.

He started training just a few weeks ago, for some reason after awakening aura his eyes turned purple. Physical changes are not uncommon upon unlocking one's aura and semblance, he just had no idea as to what his semblance actually was.

"Honey would you be a dear and pick some chilis from the garden." His mother stated, she had to cook a lot since they were a rather large family.

"On it mom!" Jaune had a smile on his face, training has been going well. He is learning the ways of the sword at a rather steady pace.

As he picked off some chilis a sharp pang of pain resonated in his head.

"Which will you become I wonder?"

"What?" the boy thought out loud.

"I'm probably just too tired from the training, I still can't believe the old man finally said yes." He brought the chili back to his mother as she finished cooking.

A normal night at the Arc household. They soon finished dinner. Everything was going just fine.

This is until a loud ringing noise encompassed the whole town of Ansel.

The patriarch took out a pan and started clanging it. "JAUNE TAKE YOUR SISTERS! RUN TO THE SHELTER!"

Jaune knew what was going on so he grabbed his nearest sisters and bolted for the doors. "FOLLOW ME!"

"This is not a drill! I repeat This is not a drill! IT'S A HORDE! EVACUATE TO THE SHELTER!"

Panic ensued.

Women and children were prioritized as the able-bodied men and any willing individual took up arms and defended the town.

Usually 3 or 4 huntsmen were capable of defending the town, but a horde requires way more than that if you want to stop it.

Jaune along with his mother and sisters reached the shelter in less than 15 minutes. They could only thank the gods that the town was relatively small, those who were prioritized managed to get to a safer location.

They were meant to be safe in that area, but against a horde of grimm, they were sitting ducks. And so the inevitable happened, the defenses were breached and people started dying one after the other. He defended his family as much as he could, but he is just one boy.

It started when his mother died, the migraine appeared once more. A stinging sensation on his skull.

"Respond boy. You need me."

He ignored the voices once more as he struck a beowolf down. "I need to save. My family."

His sisters, his mother, his whole family fell to

If one were to look at the boy's Aura, he was in the yellow at around 62%.

"Do you want power?"

He no longer ignored the voice, he thought of it as something along the lines of "If I'm crazy then I'm crazy."

"I... need power."

A hopeless situation where backup from the nearest city is 4 hours away by bullhead. Everyone he knew and loved died in front of him as he struggled to even fight back against an Ursa.

Blam. He was sent flying towards a nearby building. Draining his aura even further. Now reaching the reds.

30%.

"Then repeat after me"

"Shinra Tensei"

5%

His aura reached the critical levels but adrenaline kept him awake. He looked at the destruction he brought upon his town, a large crater was formed around him. This was the power he ignored just a few hours ago, he thought he was crazy. "If...IF ONLY I LISTENED SOONER!"

Tears fell as the boy began to gather the bodies of his family.

A bullhead flew by, the so called back up that should have arrived hours ago. The boy didn't even have the energy to move at this point.

They arrived just at the nick of time, the boy collapsed as the remaining grimm surrounded him. The hunters dropped down ready to help.

At the town of Ansel, only 4 out of the original 137 inhabitants lived. A tragedy that would soon be forgotten by the masses. Just another modern day horror story, a tale that would be given to children so that they know not to wander out of the main cities. The crater is said to have come from a dust explosion, one that is said to have been caused by a hunter's last hoorah. A kamikaze.

In Jaune's mind.

"I.. I should have listened to you! I COULD HAVE SAVED MY FAMILY!"

The dark figure came to light revealing a pale man with the same eyes as him. His hair is red and the two could be mistaken for brothers or cousins if one saw the two of them together.

"Can... can you make me stronger? " His tears were dry now, his eyes resolute.

"I can but you have to answer my question. It is said that in times of disorder, one who wields the Rinnegan is sent down from the heavens to become either a "God of Creation" who will calm the world or a "God of Destruction" who will reduce everything to nothingness. So Jaune Arc, Which one are you?"

In Jaune's perspective he always wanted to be a hero. A wish that he was already in the path of becoming.

"If that's what I have to become then so be it. The Grimm are a plague, if I have to be then I will be whichever one suits my goal. But tell me do you have a name?"

"Nagato."