"Only a madman could kill his own brother."
"I ain't askin' you to understand."
"Once it's all over, you're free to kill me."
"So just wait till then... Lord Seventh."
Kawaki's words echoed in his mind, cutting deeper than any blade. Yet, as Naruto sank further into the abyss—trapped in the foreign dimension where Kawaki had cast him and Hinata with Daikokuten—something impossible occurred.
No, not impossible. A miracle.
Perhaps it was his history—his body once a vessel for a vast ocean of chakra. Or the countless souls who had entrusted their wills to him, their spirits forever tied to his own. Maybe it was the very nature of the space he was imprisoned in. Or perhaps, it was simply the unyielding fire within him—a will so absolute, so relentless, that no boundary, no law of existence, could restrain it.
It tore through reality itself.
A single fracture in the fabric of space.
And that crack, that momentary distortion... dragged him elsewhere—to a world that neither needed him nor asked for him.
But perhaps... a place where he could—
Naruto: The Fated Blue Eyes
The blonde groaned, feeling the rough earth beneath him, the warmth of sunlight seeping into his skin. His instincts jolted him awake. His breath came quick—ragged—as memories rushed back. Kawaki. His conviction. His vow to end the Ōtsutsuki, no matter the cost.
And Boruto—his own son, condemned as a walking time bomb. A mirror of himself, once feared as the vessel of a monster.
Naruto clenched his fists. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He had promised—to Jiraiya, to Neji, to Kurama, to so many others—that the future would be different. Brighter.
And yet, here he was.
Lost.
Cast away.
Alone.
Something gnawed at him—an unfamiliar pressure, thick yet untamed. It wasn't chakra. No, it was something entirely different, yet strangely similar.
Naruto focused, shifting instinctively into Sage Mode. His senses expanded, drinking in the overwhelming surge of energy around him. It was vast. Unfathomable. The air itself was dense, humming with raw power. Wherever he was, it's no longer their village, no— their own world.
This was something else entirely.
His breath hitched.
Hinata.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
"Where is she?!"
"HINATA!" His voice tore through the silent wilderness—a cry of desperation, laced with urgency. Yet, no response.
Worse—he couldn't sense her. Not even with Sage Mode.
The realization hit like a blade to the gut.
He was alone.
Truly alone.
Naruto stumbled toward a nearby stream, his reflection staring back at him from the crystal-clear water. His breath caught in his throat. The face looking back at him wasn't the one he expected. Gone were the faint lines of age, the weariness of a man who had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he saw a younger version of himself—somewhere between 18 and 20 years old. His jawline was sharper, his features less weathered, and his eyes… they still held that same fire, but now they were framed by a youthfulness he hadn't seen in years.
Then, as if on instinct, his hand moved—pressing against his gut.
The place where it once was. The mark of a seal. The symbol of his lifelong burden, his greatest strength, his oldest companion.
Kurama.
But there was nothing. Just silence. Just emptiness.
A pit formed in his stomach, but he shook it off. This wasn't the time to dwell on what he'd lost. What mattered now was survival. What mattered was getting back.
Even if the odds were impossible. Even if he was alone. He wasn't the kind of man to give up.
His eyes lifted from the water to the forest around him, taking in the land with fresh awareness.
This place—it was rich.
The air itself buzzed with power. It was unlike chakra, yet strangely familiar. As he activated Sage Mode, it hit him all at once—the depth of energy, the way it surged through his body like a flood, more potent than ever before. It was invigorating.
Then, an idea took hold.
A dangerous one.
Baryon Mode.
The power that had allowed him to stand against Isshiki. The final ace up his sleeve. The ultimate sacrifice.
Kurama had explained it—the process, the consequences. It was a fusion, not of power, but of lifeforce itself. A technique that burned everything away in exchange for unmatched strength.
"But what if…?"
Naruto's mind raced.
Kurama was gone. That power was supposed to be impossible to replicate. But what if he wasn't limited to a tailed beast?
What if he could use Senjutsu?
Not just gathering natural energy like normal Sage Mode. That wouldn't be enough. He needed to create something different—a self-sustaining source of chakra. A cycle. A flow. Something that wouldn't just burn away, but renew itself.
For that, he needed a seal. Something powerful enough to refine and regulate the process.
And more than anything—he needed time.
Naruto took a deep breath, his fingers curling.
This world, whatever it was, had given him something unexpected—a second chance.
If he couldn't protect everything with the strength he had before—then he'd carve out a new power. A power that would ensure the Ōtsutsuki would never threaten his world again.
His resolve hardened.
First, he had to understand this place. He had to survive. And then?
He'd start building the impossible.
For the first time since arriving in this strange world, Naruto smiled.
That old fire—the one that had carried him through every battle, every loss, every impossible situation—it was back.
For a long time, he had felt it. That restless hunger. That drive to keep climbing. To find another wall and break through it.
This was it.
This was his next summit.
He clenched his fists, feeling the energy thrumming through his veins, the power of the land itself waiting to be mastered.
He'd do it.
He'd forge a new power—something even greater than Baryon Mode. A jutsu strong enough to end this war once and for all.
Then, he'd go back home.
And settle accounts.
The once-overwhelming dread in his chest? Gone. Replaced by something stronger. Hope.
Because he was Naruto Uzumaki.
A shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.
The one who never goes back on his word.
The forest was thick with ancient trees, their canopies weaving a tapestry of green that filtered the sunlight into dappled gold. Naruto knelt by a stream, hands cupping water to his lips. The chill of it grounded him, sharpening his senses. Survival first. His stomach growled—a primal reminder. He'd need shelter, food, and a way to map this unfamiliar terrain.
Memories of his days as an academy student flickered—stealing eggs from crows, sleeping in hollowed trunks. Back then, the loneliness had been a blade. Now, it was a whetstone.
He moved silently, Sage Mode humming beneath his skin. The energy here—Ethernano, his mind supplied, though he didn't know the word—thrummed in the soil, the air, the very bark of the trees. It wasn't chakra, but it responded, like a tide drawn to the moon of his will.
Third day, a makeshift lean-to took shape between two cedars, cloaked by ferns. He'd trapped rabbits using snares of braided vines, their meat smoked over a firepit lined with stones. At night, he carved seals into the earth with a stick, equations only an Uzumaki might grasp. The Eight Trigrams. The Four Symbols. But this wasn't about containment—it was about transformation.
Baryon Mode had been a reactor, he mused, sketching a spiral in the dirt. Two energies colliding, creating something greater. But without Kurama... His jaw tightened. The void where the fox's growl once resided still ached, a phantom limb.
His solution? He needed to substitute the lost energy source. Sage Mode had always been a powerful amplifier, but it burned through his reserves. He needed something self-sustaining. Two energy points, housed within his seal: one to absorb and cycle Ethernano, the other to syphon and regulate his own chakra.
Seventh day, experiments began. He sat cross-legged, drawing Ethernano into his coils. It burned hotter than natural energy, wilder. Sage Mode flared, his eyes bleeding gold, but the foreign energy resisted shaping. A tree shattered when he channeled too much into his palm, the blast radius leaving a crater.
"Too unstable," he muttered, flexing singed fingers. But what if...?
He adjusted the seal. The flow had to be controlled, guided into a loop. If he could regulate the balance between siphoning chakra and absorbing external energy, he could create a continuous cycle—a system that mimicked the principles of Baryon Mode without the lethal drawbacks.
Fourteenth day, a wolf pack stalked him—moon-white pelts, eyes glowing like cursed seals. They moved as one, a dance of fangs and strategy. Naruto didn't kill them. A flicker of Sage-enhanced speed pinned the alpha against a boulder, his grip a hair from crushing its throat. The beast whimpered, yielding.
"Heh. Even here, huh?" He released it, watching the pack retreat. Some things don't change.
The encounter was a lesson—instincts mattered. Even the wildest energy could be tamed.
Twentyfirst day, the first breakthrough came at dawn. He meditated atop a cliff, Ethernano gathering into his being. The refined seal on his gut functioned as two reservoirs—one storing the gathered Ethernano, the other his siphoned chakra. With enough reserves in place, he initiated the jutsu.
Faux Baryon Mode.
The result? A new set of eyes, radiant and foreign—
Inside his seal, the energy looped in a continuous cycle, feeding off the atmosphere. It lasted three seconds before dissipating.
Naruto grinned.
Three seconds was a start.
But it was more than that. His vision sharpened, the world around him becoming a tapestry of flowing energy, every thread of Ethernano visible, every pulse of life in the forest laid bare. The golden glow of Sage Mode in his eyes had shifted to an ethereal blue. A new sight, a new power—one he had unlocked entirely on his own.
This was no legend. This was his creation. His Faux Baryon Mode.
For those brief seconds, the energy within him cycled profusely, mirroring the principles of Baryon Mode but without consuming his life force. The seal on his gut, once the prison of Kurama, was now the heart of this new power—a celestial engine that would grow stronger with time.
But it wasn't self-sustaining yet. Right now, it functioned like a battery, draining faster than it could replenish. If he wanted true autonomy, he needed to refine the cycle. The answer lay in nature itself. The stars, the sun—sources of endless generation. If he could mimic that process, his Faux Baryon Mode would become more than just an imitation.
It would become a true revolution.
He clenched his fists, feeling the energy thrumming through his veins. The forest around him seemed to pulse in response, as if acknowledging his resolve. He would survive. He would grow stronger. And when the time came, he would return home—not as the man who had been cast away, but as the shinobi who had forged a new destiny.
For now, he would let the seal work passively, drawing in Ethernano with every breath, every step, that means he has to be constantly on sage mode. The process would take time, but Naruto Uzumaki had never been one to shy away from a challenge.
Nightfall, Naruto stood at the edge of the cliff, his toad-like eyes glinting, his hand resting on the seal etched into his gut, feeling it as it continuously gathered resources from him and his surroundings. He basked his eyes on the vast, untamed world stretched before him, waiting to be explored.
He smiled.
A new passing point.
A new summit.
But first—he really needed his old ramen.
Chapter End
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