Hello, everyone! Didn't expect to see me here, did you? How long has it been? 2 years? 3 years? Well, it's been a long time, that's for sure. Now, before you yell at me and start cursing, I apologize... for what you're about to see below. I didn't expect this to happen either... Anyway, I'll meet you again at the end of the chapter.


Chapter 1

A Twist of Fate


Silence reigned over the Valley of the End. The air, thick with the smell of burnt ozone and dust, hung heavy over the scarred landscape. The once-proud statues of Hashirama and Madara, titans of a bygone era, were now mere rubble, casualties of the epic battle that had just concluded.

Amidst the debris, two figures lay unmoving. Naruto, his blond hair disheveled and his orange jumpsuit torn in numerous places, twitched slightly. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the only sign that he yet clung to life.

After a moment, his cerulean eyes fluttered open, glazed with pain and exhaustion. The world swam into focus – the shattered earth, the crimson-stained leaves, the still form of Sasuke lying beside him.

"Uugh…Where are we? Could this be…heaven?" Naruto mumbled as turned his head slightly.

"…It looks like we somehow slept until morning…it appears we managed to survive yet again." Sasuke replied, his voice raspy. He stared up at the sky, where the first rays of dawn were beginning to paint the horizon.

"NGHK… DAMNIT…! I still can't move my body." Naruto gritted his teeth in frustration, "I totally wanted to bash you upside the head until I smacked some sense back into you."

A soft chuckle escaped Sasuke's lips, growing into a full-fledged laugh.

"Kuku…kukuku..HAHAHAHA."

Naruto's eyes widened in confusion.

"Wha… What's so funny?" he questioned, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Even after ending up like this… you're still ready to fight." Sasuke said, a wry smile playing on his lips. He shifted slightly, wincing as the pain soared through his whole body.

"Damn fucking straight! I'll take you on any time." Naruto retorted, his usual fire returning to his eyes.

Sasuke's gaze drifted towards the vast expanse of blue sky, a faint smile gracing his lips. The memories of Naruto's past, of his unwavering friendship and unconditional support, echoed through his mind. He had been so blinded by his own pain, his own thirst for revenge, that he had failed to recognize the depth of Naruto's loyalty.

A pang of regret pierced his heart. He had been a fool, chasing shadows while the true light had always been by his side. Naruto, the one person who never gave up on him, even when he had become an international criminal, a rogue ninja hunted by the very world he sought to protect.

Shame washed over him as he realized the extent of his folly. He had never truly understood Naruto's pain, the loneliness and isolation that had haunted his childhood. He had judged Naruto, condemned him for his boisterous personality and his relentless pursuit of acknowledgement.

But now, seeing the world through Naruto's eyes, he understood. He understood the resilience of the human spirit, the unwavering strength that could blossom even in the darkest of times. He understood the power of friendship, the unbreakable bond that could transcend even the deepest wounds.

Taking a deep breath, Sasuke turned to face Naruto, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Alright, I accept it," he said, his voice filled with newfound clarity. "This is my loss."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, his anger momentarily forgotten. He had expected Sasuke to lash out, to deny defeat, to continue their bitter rivalry. But instead, he saw acceptance, a glimmer of understanding in Sasuke's eyes.

"You stupid asshole!" Naruto yelled, his voice echoing through the valley. "This isn't a fight you can win or lose! This is between friends…"

希望 –

Far from the Valley of the End, where Naruto and Sasuke lay recovering, the tendrils of the Divine Tree snaked across the land, ensnaring those caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Its vast roots burrowed into the earth, spreading across nations, continents, and oceans, binding countless victims in its dreamlike grasp.

But amidst this global slumber, a handful of individuals remained untouched. Kakashi Hatake, the Copy-Nin, and Sakura Haruno, amidst the unconscious masses, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and concern.

They had survived the final battle, the culmination of years of conflict and sacrifice. The war was over, but the cost had been immense. The world lay in ruins, and their comrades, their friends, were trapped in an endless dream.

Kakashi's gaze drifted towards Sakura, who lay unconscious nearby. Her pink hair was splayed across the ground, her usually vibrant face pale and drawn. He knelt beside her, his single visible eye filled with worry.

"Sakura," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please be alright."

He reached out a gloved hand, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Her breathing was shallow but steady, a sign that she would recover in time.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the desolate landscape. The Divine Tree loomed in the distance, a stark reminder of the enemy they had faced, the power they had overcome.

But even in the face of such devastation, Kakashi found a glimmer of hope. Naruto and Sasuke, the two who had once been rivals, had finally found common ground. They had fought side-by-side, their combined strength enough to break the cycle of hatred that had plagued their world for generations.

Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a brighter future, a world where peace and understanding could finally prevail.

Kakashi watched Sakura with a worried frown. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow.

"She hasn't recovered yet," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "That genjutsu Sasuke used... it must have been powerful."

He gently shifted Sakura into a more comfortable position, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face. A pang of guilt twisted in his gut. He should have been there to protect her, to stop Sasuke before he could hurt her. But he had been too late.

The memories of the battle flashed through his mind. Sasuke, consumed by darkness, had unleashed the full extent of his Rinnegan powers, capturing the bijuu and challenging Naruto to a final showdown. Sakura, in a desperate attempt to stop him, had confessed her feelings, only to be met with a cruel genjutsu that silenced her pleas.

Kakashi clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He had failed his students, failed to guide them towards a brighter path. But he wouldn't give up. He would find a way to bring them back together, to heal the wounds that had torn them apart.

He looked towards the horizon, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

Hei allowed a small smile to touch his lips. There was still hope. There was always hope.

希望 –

Naruto's keen senses, honed from years of training and countless battles, detected their approach before they even emerged from the treeline. A faint smile touched his lips as he recognized the familiar chakra signatures of his closest companions.

Sakura's breath hitched in her throat as she finally reached them, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of their injuries. Naruto's right arm, the one he used to wield his Rasengan with such devastating power, was gone, severed cleanly at the elbow. Sasuke's left arm, the one that had channeled his Chidori with deadly precision, was similarly missing, leaving only a bloody stump.

Without a word, she rushed forward, her hands glowing with a soft green light as she channeled her medical chakra. She knelt before them, her brow furrowed in concentration as she worked to stem the bleeding and seal their wounds.

"Thanks, Sakura-chan," Naruto said, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude.

"Sakura, I..." Sasuke began, his voice heavy with unspoken emotions.

Sakura cut him off, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "Just shut up for now, Sasuke. I need to concentrate."

"I'm sorry..." Sasuke's apology was barely a whisper, his voice thick with emotion as he met her gaze.

Sakura paused in her ministrations, her emerald eyes flickering open. "Sorry...? For what?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with a hint of steel.

Sasuke's expression tightened. "For everything," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "For leaving... for the pain I caused... for all of it."

Sakura's eyes softened, tears welling up as a wave of relief washed over her. It was the apology she had longed to hear, the acknowledgement of the pain he had inflicted. But more importantly, it was a sign that he was finally back, the Sasuke she knew and loved.

"You damn well better be sorry," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "You jerk."

Naruto watched the exchange between Sasuke and Sakura, a wide grin spreading across his face. He had done it. He had brought Sasuke back, just as he had promised Sakura he would.

Kakashi stood a short distance away, his masked face concealing his expression. But the slight slump of his shoulders and the faint hint of a smile in his visible eye betrayed his relief.

"They're finally back," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

希望 –

With the final battle concluded, a sense of peace settled over the ravaged land. The world, once ensnared by the Infinite Tsukuyomi, gradually awoke from its dreamlike slumber. The bijuu, freed from their forced captivity, roared their gratitude towards Naruto, the young man who had defied destiny and brought an end to the conflict.

Across the battlefield, weary shinobi cheered and embraced, their hearts filled with a mix of relief and sorrow. The war was over, but the scars remained, a solemn reminder of the sacrifices made and the lives lost.

Naruto, his body aching but his spirit soaring, made his way towards Kurama, the Nine-Tailed Fox who had become his closest companion.

"Hey! Kurama!" he called out, a wide grin splitting his face.

Kurama, his massive form towering over the battlefield, returned the grin.

"Well done, Naruto," he rumbled, his voice echoing across the land.

He yawned widely, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. "Now, open your seal, I want to sleep."

Naruto chuckled. "Alright, Kurama. Get some rest. You deserve it."

With a grin, Naruto formed the necessary hand seals, before placing them on his stomach and anticlockwise them. The giant fox, enveloped in a swirl of chakra, gradually shrunk until he vanished into Naruto's body, leaving the young man feeling a familiar surge of warmth and power.

After exchanging farewells with the other bijuu, Naruto turned to rejoin his friends, his heart lighter than it had been in months. But as he walked, a sudden tremor in the air caught his attention. His senses, always alert to danger, tingled with unease. Something was amiss.

His gaze swept across the surrounding forest, searching for the source of the disturbance. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling like whispers. Birds twittered amongst the branches, their cheerful songs a stark contrast to the tension building within him.

Then he saw it. A flicker of movement, a distortion in the air, like a ripple in the fabric of reality itself. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Naruto's instincts screamed at him to be wary.

"What the hell is that...?" Naruto muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about that distortion felt... familiar. It was like a faint echo of the clash between his and Sasuke's ultimate attacks, a lingering remnant of the power that had nearly shattered the Valley of the End.

Curiosity piqued, Naruto decided to investigate. He couldn't shake the feeling that this anomaly was somehow connected to him, to the battle that had pushed him to his limits. Besides, after everything they had endured, what was one more strange occurrence?

With a determined glint in his eyes, Naruto set off towards the distortion, his footsteps silent as he moved through the undergrowth. The closer he got, the more pronounced the anomaly became, the air shimmering and distorting like a heat haze.

Naruto paused, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. The distortion in the air had intensified, now resembling a swirling vortex of colors, a tear in the very fabric of reality. It pulsed with an eerie light, casting strange shadows across the forest floor.

A sense of foreboding washed over him, a primal instinct warning him of danger. But curiosity, that insatiable drive that had led him into countless adventures, outweighed his caution. He had to know what it was, where it led, and what it meant for him, for the world.

Taking a cautious step forward, Naruto extended his senses, probing the anomaly with his chakra. But as soon as his chakra touched the distortion, a powerful force tugged at him, pulling him inexorably towards the swirling vortex.

Surprise gave way to alarm as Naruto realized he couldn't resist the pull. It was like being caught in a riptide, an invisible current dragging him towards an unknown fate.

Naruto's eyes widened in alarm as he realized he couldn't resist the pull. It was like being caught in a riptide, an invisible current dragging him towards an unknown fate.

He tried to plant his feet, to channel his chakra and break free from the strange force. But it was no use. The closer he got to the vortex, the stronger the pull became, until he felt like he was being stretched, his body elongated and distorted.

Panic flared in his chest, a cold dread gripping his heart. He was being pulled towards the swirling vortex, his senses overwhelmed by the chaotic energies swirling within. It was like nothing he had ever experienced, a chaotic maelstrom of colors and sensations that threatened to tear him apart.

He threw his arms out, desperately grasping for something, anything, to hold onto. But there was nothing. Only the empty air and the ever-growing vortex, its maw opening wide to swallow him whole.

A primal fear surged through him, the instinct for survival kicking in. He thrashed against the unseen force, his muscles straining, his chakra flaring. But it was like struggling against a tidal wave, a futile effort against an unstoppable power.

He thought of his friends, of Kakashi, Sakura, and Sasuke. He thought of the village, of Ichiraku Ramen, of the Hokage faces carved into the mountain. Were these the last images he would see before being consumed by the vortex?

No, he wouldn't give up. He would fight, even if it was a losing battle. He would cling to life, to the hope of returning to the world he had fought so hard to protect.

With a defiant roar, Naruto gathered his remaining strength, his chakra surging through his veins. He would not surrender. He would not let this be his end.

"Whoa! Hey! What the—?!" Naruto yelped, his voice swallowed by the roaring vortex. He scrabbled for purchase, digging his heels into the soft earth, but the force pulling him forward was relentless.

Panic swelled in his chest, a cold dread seeping into his bones. He was losing his grip, his body inching closer and closer to the swirling abyss. No way... This can't be happening! Not after everything...

'Damn it!'

He gritted his teeth, refusing to surrender. 'I won't let this be the end! I won't!'

But his defiance was met with an overwhelming surge of power. The ground beneath him crumbled, his fingers slipping through the loose soil as he was dragged inexorably towards the vortex.

"Shit!" he cursed, his voice a strangled cry as the world around him dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors. The last thing he saw before darkness consumed him was the satisfied glint of the vortex, its mission complete.

希望 –

A disorienting silence enveloped Naruto, a stark contrast to the roaring vortex that had just consumed him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see darkness, oblivion, the end. But instead, he found himself adrift in a sea of colors, an endless expanse of swirling hues that stretched in every direction.

'What...? Where... am I?' His thoughts echoed in the vast emptiness, a fragile whisper against the symphony of colors.

He tried to move, to swim through the kaleidoscopic sea, but his limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. A strange numbness crept through his body, a chilling sensation that seeped into his bones.

Then, the pain hit him. It wasn't a sharp, piercing pain, but a dull, agonizing ache that spread through every cell in his body. It was as if he was being torn apart from the inside out, his very essence unraveling.

He wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but his voice was lost in the silent void. He was alone, adrift in a sea of pain and confusion, with no land in sight.

'Is this... the afterlife?' he wondered, his thoughts growing hazy. Is this what it feels like to die?

He remembered his battles, his friends, his dreams. He remembered the laughter, the tears, the triumphs, and the heartbreaks. Were these the last vestiges of his existence, fading memories in a dying mind?

A wave of despair washed over him, threatening to drown him in its depths.

'So this is it, huh?' Naruto thought, a strange calmness settling over him. This is how it all ends.

He thought of Tsunade, her gruff exterior hiding a heart of gold. 'Sorry, baa-chan,' he murmured inwardly. 'I guess I won't be Hokage after all.'

He thought of Jiraiya, the pervy sage who had taught him so much about life, about being a ninja, about being a man. 'We did it, pervy-sage,' he whispered. 'We brought peace to the shinobi world.'

He thought of Kakashi, Sakura, and Sasuke, his precious teammates, his family. 'I know you'll protect the peace,' he assured them silently. 'I believe in you.'

He wasn't sad. He wasn't afraid. He had lived his life to the fullest, fought for his dreams, and protected those he loved. He was dying a hero, and that was all that mattered.

He had sealed away Kaguya, the progenitor of chakra, the threat to the world. He had saved Sasuke from the darkness, fulfilling his promise to Itachi. He had done everything he could.

'I have no regrets,' he thought, a faint smile gracing his lips. 'I lived a good life.'

Just as Naruto surrendered to the overwhelming pain, a familiar voice echoed through his mind, a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness.

"Hang in there, Naruto!" Kurama's voice boomed, filled with urgency and concern.

Naruto clung to the sound of his friend's voice, a lifeline in the vast emptiness. 'Kurama...?'

"Don't give up, kit!" Kurama urged, his chakra surging into Naruto's weakened form, a desperate attempt to bolster his fading life force. "Fight it! You can overcome this!"

Naruto gritted his teeth, his resolve flickering back to life. 'I... I can't…'

"Yes, you can!" Kurama insisted. "You've faced worse! Remember Obito? Madara? Kaguya? You beat them all! You can beat this too!"

Naruto's fading consciousness rallied, fueled by Kurama's unwavering support. He would fight. He would survive. He would not let this be his end.

But the pain was relentless, an all-consuming force that threatened to shatter his very being. He thrashed against it, his body wracked with tremors, his mind teetering on the brink of oblivion.

'I... can't... hold on…'

And then, darkness claimed him, his consciousness slipping away into the silent void.

希望 –

Within Naruto's mindscape, Kurama watched in horror as his jinchuriki's life force flickered like a dying flame. The void was no ordinary dimension; it was a realm of pure nothingness, a place where existence itself was slowly unraveling.

"Damn it, Naruto! Wake up!" he roared, his voice echoing through the empty expanse of Naruto's subconscious.

But Naruto didn't respond. His body, battered and broken from the previous battles, was succumbing to the destructive forces of the void. Even the Six Paths Sage Mode, the divine power that had allowed him to defy death countless times, was failing him now.

"I won't let you die here!" Kurama snarled, his chakra surging forward, enveloping Naruto in a protective cloak of crimson energy.

The void recoiled, its destructive energies unable to penetrate the dense chakra barrier. Kurama breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding with fear. He had managed to stabilize Naruto's condition, but for how long?

He had to find a way out of this void, a way to save his jinchuriki, his friend. But how?

For a fleeting moment, relief washed over Kurama. The chakra cloak, woven from his own life force, held firm against the void's insidious touch. Naruto was safe, for now.

But the respite was short-lived. The void, sensing the intrusion of foreign energy, retaliated with renewed ferocity, gnawing at the edges of the chakra cloak, draining Kurama's reserves at an alarming rate.

'Damn it!' Kurama cursed, his fox-like eyes narrowing in frustration. 'This isn't sustainable. I can't maintain this cloak forever.'

He had to find a way out, a way to escape this void before his strength gave out and they were both consumed by the nothingness. But how?

He wracked his brain, sifting through his vast knowledge, searching for a solution. He had faced countless enemies, overcome insurmountable odds, but this was different. This was a battle against existence itself, a struggle against the very fabric of reality.

"There has to be a way," he insisted, his voice echoing through Naruto's mindscape. 'I won't let us die here.'

'Think, think!' He urged himself, his mind racing. There has to be something...

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind, a desperate gamble that could either save them or hasten their demise. He would channel his chakra into the void itself, attempting to overload it, to disrupt its delicate balance.

It's a long shot, he acknowledged, his voice grim. But it's our only chance.

With a surge of determination, Kurama poured his remaining chakra into the void, focusing it into a single point, pushing against the fabric of reality with all his might.

The void resisted, its energies swirling and churning, threatening to overwhelm him. But Kurama held firm, his chakra burning like a supernova, his will unwavering.

And then, a crack appeared, a tiny fissure in the endless expanse of nothingness. It was small, barely noticeable, but it was there, a beacon of hope in the overwhelming darkness.

A triumphant grin spread across Kurama's face. It's working! he exclaimed, his voice filled with renewed vigor. I can do this!

Encouraged by the small victory, Kurama pressed his advantage, channeling more chakra into the fissure, widening the tear in the void. The edges of the rift crackled and sparked, the fabric of reality straining against the immense pressure.

'Bigger... wider…' Kurama urged, his voice a low growl as he pushed his chakra to its limits. 'Just a little more…'

The tear expanded, stretching and contorting, until it resembled a gaping maw, a gateway to another realm. Kurama, sensing the opportunity, gathered Naruto's limp form in his chakra arms, preparing to hurl him through the portal.

'Hold on, Naruto,' he thought, his voice filled with urgency. 'We're getting out of here.'

But as he prepared to launch Naruto through the portal, a wave of dizziness washed over him, his vision blurring. The strain of maintaining the chakra cloak and widening the tear was taking its toll, his reserves dwindling rapidly.

'No... not now…' he groaned, his strength failing. 'I can't…'

A sudden surge of warmth spread through Kurama's being, a feeling of contentment he had rarely experienced in his long existence. It was the same warmth he felt when Naruto, the boy who had once feared him, reached out and accepted him as a friend.

He thought of his siblings, the other bijuu, finally united and free thanks to Naruto's unwavering belief in them.

The little idiot actually did it, he mused, a hint of pride coloring his thoughts. He changed the world... He changed us.

Naruto, the boy who had once been a lonely outcast, had brought together not only the bijuu but the entire shinobi world. He had shown them the power of understanding, of acceptance, of love. He had proven that even the most fearsome creatures could become allies, could become friends.

And now, that same boy, his friend, his jinchuriki, was on the verge of death.

'I won't let you die, Naruto,' Kurama vowed, his resolve hardening. Not after everything you've done for us.

He would find a way out of this void, a way to save his jinchuriki, his friend, his savior. He had to.

希望 –

In a tranquil realm far removed from the Elemental Nations, a lone figure sat perched on the edge of a crystal-clear lake, his fishing line trailing lazily in the water. Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels, was a man of many contradictions: a brilliant inventor, a powerful warrior, and a notorious pervert, all rolled into one charismatic package.

But today, his usual jovial demeanor was replaced with a frown, his violet eyes clouded with frustration. He had sought solace in the peaceful solitude of the lake, hoping to escape the mounting problems plaguing his faction. But even here, amidst the tranquil beauty of nature, his worries gnawed at him.

The recent defections to the Chaos Brigade, a rogue faction of Fallen Angels who sought to disrupt the delicate balance of power between the three Biblical factions, had left Azazel feeling betrayed and vulnerable. His once-proud Grigori faction was dwindling in numbers, its strength waning in the face of internal strife and external threats.

'Damn those traitors,' he cursed inwardly, his grip tightening on the fishing rod. 'They'll pay for their treachery.'

But even as anger flared within him, a deeper worry gnawed at his heart. The Chaos Brigade's growing influence threatened to destabilize the fragile peace that had been forged after the Great War, a peace that Azazel had dedicated his life to preserving.

'I won't let them destroy everything we've fought for,' he vowed, his resolve hardened. 'I'll find a way to stop them, even if it means facing them alone.'

The Great War, a conflict that had engulfed the realms of Heaven, Hell, and the Fallen Angels, had left deep scars on all three factions. Azazel, haunted by the memories of fallen comrades, was determined to prevent such bloodshed from ever happening again.

But the fragile peace was constantly threatened by rogue elements within the Fallen Angels, those who clung to the old ways of conflict and chaos. Azazel, as their leader, felt a heavy responsibility to rein in these dissidents and uphold the truce.

'It's a never-ending battle,' he mused, a sigh escaping his lips.

He cast his gaze across the serene lake, its tranquil surface reflecting the clear blue sky. It was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within his faction, a reminder of the peace he so desperately sought to protect.

A sudden disturbance in the air, a subtle ripple in the tranquil scenery, pulled Azazel from his contemplation. His senses, honed from millennia of experience, detected an anomaly, a disruption in the very fabric of reality.

With a raised eyebrow, he turned towards the source of the disturbance, his curiosity piqued. A shimmering portal, a tear in the dimensional veil, was opening before his very eyes, its edges crackling with an otherworldly energy.

Azazel's eyes narrowed as he focused on the portal, his senses probing the strange energy emanating from it. It was a power unlike anything he had encountered before, a blend of familiar and foreign, hinting at a realm beyond his understanding.

'What is this...?' he wondered, his curiosity battling with caution. 'A gateway to another dimension? A rift in time? Or something else entirely?'

Despite the potential danger, Azazel couldn't resist the allure of the unknown. He had always been a seeker of knowledge, a pioneer venturing into uncharted territories. This mysterious portal, with its promise of discovery and adventure, beckoned him like a siren's call.

The portal pulsed with a mesmerizing rhythm, its colors shifting and swirling like a kaleidoscope. Azazel, ever the curious inventor, leaned closer, his violet eyes gleaming with fascination.

'Intriguing,' he mused, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. 'I wonder what marvels lie beyond this dimensional gateway…'

Suddenly, a figure materialized within the swirling vortex, its form hazy and indistinct. As the figure solidified, Azazel's eyes widened in surprise. It was a young man, no older than a teenager, with a shock of unruly blond hair and a face smudged with dirt and grime.

'A human? What's a human doing caught in a dimensional gap like this?' Azazel's curiosity intensified, his scientific mind buzzing with questions.

But before he could ponder the matter further, a surge of energy erupted from the portal, throwing him back a step. The young man within the rift was radiating an immense power, a force that crackled and sparked with an intensity that rivaled even the strongest of Fallen Angels.

'Incredible…' Azazel breathed, his eyes widening in awe. 'Such power... in a human?'

He couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he stepped towards the portal, his curiosity outweighing any lingering caution.

'This could be interesting…' he thought, a playful grin spreading across his face. 'Very interesting indeed.'

So? How is it? Surprised, right? : - P

Instead of a new chapter, you got a rewritten Chapter 1. Well, I have my reasons. When I dropped this fic, I was dissatisfied and lost all motivation to continue. You could probably sense that by Chapter 4, where the story was all over the place and nothing was making sense. At that time, I was in uni and busy af with real life. Now that I've settled down and have the time and means to pursue my hobbies, I thought, why not continue the fic I started a few years ago? So, here I am.

Now, for the future of this story. I've decided to make some major changes. One of them is keeping Naruto human instead of making him a fallen angel. There will be significant changes from the next chapter onwards. Also, I've changed my writing style. How is it? Do you like it?

Oh I forgot. I'll change the title and synopsis after a few more chapters.

I'm also working on another story. It's a standalone Naruto fic. Please do check it out and shower it with love by leaving tons of reviews. Reviews really matter, believe me!

"Whispers of the Heart"

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Have fun reading!

Till then, see ya!