p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 3pt;"span style="font-size: 26pt; font-family: 'Kaushan Script',cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Prologue: The signal /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 16pt;"span style="font-size: 24.999999999999996pt; font-family: 'Alex Brush',cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /spanspan style="font-size: 24.999999999999996pt; font-family: 'Alex Brush',cursive; color: #434343; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Unknown P.O.V/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script',cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Amidst the dense, impenetrable forest that enveloped the hidden leaf village, Konoha, a mysterious figure could be seen darting from one tree branch to another, as if in a frantic attempt to evade an unknown pursuer. Cloaked in a deep shade of crimson, the figure's identity was obscured by a striking black lynx mask that concealed their features. Despite the palpable sense of danger that seemed to loom around them, the figure pressed relentlessly, never looking back or pausing to catch their breath. Their every movement was shrouded in an air of urgency and mystery./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The figure eventually stopped after hours of endless running. The cloaked stranger was sitting in a small clearing surrounded by a river. The stranger removed the hood of the cloak and took off the mask as the moon shone through the clouds for the first time that night, revealing what the stranger looked like. The stranger was around sixteen, with smooth, camel-colored skin and heterochromatic eyes. The right eye was bright crimson, while the left was a deep sapphire blue. A scar from wolf claws adorned her face over her right eye. Her long black hair with red tips at the ends swayed in the breeze. The cloak bore the symbol of a silver lynx embroidered on the front, while a pattern of a midnight purple raven next to a crescent moon rested on the back./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The strange girl stood and looked at the sky before shaking her head. "It's been three years since I last came here. It's funny; this is where I first met you, and the last time I saw you was three years ago, Naruto." The girl then did a one-handed seal and whispered, /spanemstrongspan style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Ethereal Flames: Firefly technique."/span/strong/emspan style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Nine orbs of orange fire surrounded the girl before they swirled upwards in a giant pillar of flame. After the flames died, the girl was gone, leaving no trace that she had been there in the first place. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"strongspan style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"(A/N: Ethereal Flames is a special type of fire that can be used to heal and communicate emotions with)/span/strong/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Style Script', cursive; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Similar pillars of flame were seen across the Elemental Nations in each village that held a jinchuriki. As the flames disappeared, each jinchuriki had the smaller form of their Buji appear in the same fire that had just spread moments ago. Strangely, the fire bore the same colors as the Buji and no one knew what that meant, except for the jinchuriki. The message was clear: "The Akatsuki will move soon, be ready." It was finally time for them to see their long-lost sister in all but blood, Serge Kasis, the jinchuriki of the Ten-tails, Kijin./span/p
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