Summary: Madara Uchiha returns back to life and he is in the boruto universe.

Notes: Okay , I know long time no see , I am sorry and I hope I am up to your expectations, thank you for reading , enjoy !


Uchiha Madara darted effortlessly through the dense forest, his movements swift and fluid . It was around midday, with the sun hanging right in the middle of the sky, casting its light through the trees , Everything seemed perfectly in place .

For Madara, this was nothing out of the ordinary. He often took these solitary walks, wandering the forests and exploring the world around him. The solitude gave him time to think, to reflect on the past and the future, and to simply be alone with his thoughts.

With Sarada off for the Chunin Exams, he had a little more free time than usual.

...Hn... I hadn't realized how much time Sarada had been taking up until now... Madara thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Everything feels a little quieter... a little more peaceful... without her constant nagging...

He glanced upward for a moment, almost as if the silence of the forest had given him a chance to reflect. This kid... She's got potential. Her determination... it reminds me of Obito's. But there's something more. Something sharper...

...And Sasuke's skill... He couldn't help but acknowledge the striking similarities.

Though... she is soft...

Suddenly, a loud bang shattered the calm of the forest, cutting his thoughts short.

Huh? Madara's eyes narrowed. What's this?

Another bang echoed through the trees.

Without hesitation, Madara sprang into action. In an instant, he was leaping from tree to tree, his curiosity piqued. His eyes scanned the horizon as he moved quickly toward the source of the noise. This... this must be a battle between two powerful shinobi. But...

How is it possible...?

Madara's brow furrowed in confusion. I should have sensed their chakra... How could I have missed it?

With the wind rushing past him, he continued his rapid journey through the trees, determined to uncover the cause of the disturbance.

As he drew closer, the sounds of battle grew sharper..

..What is this ?..

The air crackled with tension as the two figures faced each other, the ground between them scorched and cracked from their earlier clashes.

One figure stood calmly, his body tense but controlled, eyes locked onto his opponent with an unreadable intensity. The other, grinning, exuded a palpable energy, almost like a predator enjoying the thrill of the hunt. His muscles flexed, his fingers twitching in anticipation of the next strike.

Without warning, the predator surged forward, his body moving with lightning speed, a blur of motion that seemed impossible to track. A strike came, fast and brutal, aiming for the chest. But the other figure was ready. In a fluid motion, he shifted, barely avoiding the attack, and countered with a swift movement of his own, the air around his fist crackling with energy.

The predator was relentless, his strikes coming one after another, each blow faster, harder than the last. He was like a storm, wild and chaotic, each punch and kick coming from unpredictable angles. His grin widened as he pushed forward, enjoying the rush of the fight.

But the other figure wasn't backing down , He blocked, dodged, and countered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

High above, hidden in the trees, Madara Uchiha watched the battle unfold, eyes narrowing.

"What... is this?" he murmured.

...A fight without ninjutsu ?...It's not Normal ninja Taijutsu either...

...I can't sense their chakra's...How could it be ...?

His gaze sharpened on the predator - A man who was tall, broad, and built like a wrecking ball. His body was packed with muscle, barely contained by the dark, high-tech suit he wore. Thin white lines ran across it in sharp patterns, like some kind of futuristic armor. Over it all, he wore a cloak that had definitely seen better days — frayed, torn, and dragging behind him .

His face was a twisted mask of flesh and metal — the lower half replaced with a cold, thick mechanical jaw , clicking with a low, unsettling sound whenever he moved. It gave him this half-man, half-machine vibe — more like something out of a nightmare.

And then there was his arm. It wasn't human anymore. It was this huge, bulky mechanical thing, loaded with wires, plates, and gadgets . -

Madara's eyes shifted to the young man now struggling to stay on his feet — Kawaki.

He was lean, tall for his age, with sharp features .

His hair, black with hints of blue, was swept to one side in jagged angles, framing a face that bore both hardship and misery . A single slit eyebrow marked him, not as a fashion statement, but as a sign of his past — deliberate, hardened. His eyes, sharp and guarded .

His clothing was simple yet functional: a sleeveless jacket, bandages wrapped around his arm, and loose pants built for movement. Nothing about his appearance was ornamental . -

The predator's blows kept coming — hammering down like thunder — until finally, with a brutal kick, he sent Kawaki crashing into the ground. Dust rose around him. The older man loomed above, panting, wild-eyed, his laughter sharp and broken.

"Kawaki…" he snarled, leaning in, voice warped by the metal jaw. "I'm sending you back to Jigen-sama. But not before I make you pay for what you did to my jaw!"

His laughter exploded into the air — jagged, maniacal, echoing across the broken battlefield.


Sasuke moved like lightning.
Faster than thought, faster than breath — chasing a future on the brink of collapse.
Time stretched, slowed, warped around him.
Each second became an eternity.
And in that eternity, he saw it — the unfolding disaster.

His vision tunneled.

Boruto was flying with his rasengan , Determined .

And Sarada , Sarada took a step backward preparing her chidori – Channeling her inner strength turning it into lightning - ..

Sasuke's heart clenched.

Her eyes — those crimson Sharingan eyes — were alight with fury. Grief. Hatred.
There was killing intent in her face.

Then he saw her.

Sakura.
His wife.
Rushing into the center of it all .

His pupils dilated.
His breath caught.
His chest heaved.

"No…" he whispered.

His scream tore through the air.

Just one more step… I can do it… Amenotejikara… swap her out… save her—

And for the first time in years,
Sasuke Uchiha's eyes were not cold.
They were full of color.

I'll make it this time. I'll be there.
I'll learn Sarada's favorite color—
I bet it's blue. Or red. Or indigo, like mine…
She probably loves tomatoes, just like me. I'll spar with her every day—teach her the Sharingan.
She'll be the strongest Hokage—
No—the best Hokage.
The first Uchiha Hokage… Sarada Uchiha.

He laughed—a sound choked with wonder and possibility.

And that little pinky-promise thing Itachi used to do… maybe it could be a tradition.
She'll love her uncle. I'll tell her everything. I'll show her everything.
And Sakura… my Sakura…
I'll kiss her every morning, every night. I'll tell her I love her.
Truly. Finally.
I'll make up for every lost moment—
No more missions. No more wandering. I'll stay. I'll stay…

He smiled.

Just one more step…
I'm clo—

CRACK.

Suddenly everything turned black and bleak for Sasuke .

The irony of fate…He thought…

Reality snapped.

Darkness swallowed him.

A weight hit his core.
Searing pain bloomed in his stomach like fire.
Time returned to normal.

Kinshiki's axe had already found its mark—
Cleaving through Sasuke's abdomen.
Lifting him like a ragdoll.
Hurling him through the air.

His dream shattered mid-flight.
The life he saw — gone.

Blood trailed behind him, dancing in the wind.

He glimpsed their faces one last time:

As he tumbled through the sky, blood trailing behind him, he caught one last glimpse of their faces —
Sarada, eyes wide with horror.
Sakura, mouth open in a silent scream.

He was lucky, he thought.
Lucky not to see the blood that followed.

Exactly like the water tank day …Hn sasuke thought … the smile on his face turning into tears…

But there was no Kakashi-sensei this time.

Only silence.

Only sky.

And the closing of his eyes.


"Kawaki! You will pa—"

"Take your filthy hands off the kid, predator."

The voice cut through the forest like a blade. From behind the thick trees, Madara stepped into view.

Garou paused mid-sentence, startled. He turned slowly, sizing up the stranger. Then a twisted grin crawled across his face.

"And who the hell might you be?" Garou asked, rotating his entire body to face the intruder, eyes sharp with challenge.

Madara didn't blink.
"Your end."


"That useless... husband of mine..."

Sakura gritted her teeth as she sprinted into the chaos, chakra already flaring.
Her feet pounded the ground, faster and faster, her rage burning hotter with every step.

"Had he just been there — for once — to see his daughter's Chūnin Exams... none of this would be happening!"
Her breath caught in her throat.
"Had he just been present. Not even as a warrior. Just as a father. Am I asking for too much!?"

Time stretched, slowed, warped around her.
Each second became an eternity.
And in that eternity, she saw it — the unfolding disaster.

Her vision tunneled.

Boruto was flying with his rasengan , Determined .

And Sarada , Sarada took a step backward preparing her chidori – Channeling her inner strength turning it into lightning - ..

Sakura's's heart clenched.

Her eyes — those crimson Sharingan eyes — were alight with fury. Grief. Hatred.
There was killing intent in her face , and it shattered Sakura .

She ran harder, faster, fists clenched so tight her nails dug into flesh.
"Just if Sasuke had been here…"

He could've used Amenotejikara. Swapped Sarada out of danger.
But he wasn't here.
He's never here.

"Never!" she screamed in her mind, rage spilling into her chakra.

"I don't understand! What am I to you, Sasuke? Just what am I?"
"A teammate? A burden? A bed to return to every few years?"

"You would've treated a dog better than this."
"I wasn't asking for much... Not even for me. For her. For your daughter. One day. One moment. Something real."

Tears blurred her vision, but she didn't stop.

"You bastard. Are you naïve? Or just cruel? I hate this. I hate you. And more than anything…"
Her voice cracked in her thoughts, a scream rising in her throat.

"…I hate myself."

"How stupid are you, Sakura Haruno..."
"He treats you like a stranger, and you give him your whole heart for that? Your whole life?"

"Every time he shows up, he whispers a few sweet nothings, makes love to you, spills his seed and then vanishes like smoke."
"And you let him."

Her fists bled now. She didn't notice.
Her chakra trembled with emotion.

"Even whores are treated with more respect than this," she growled aloud.

The guilt, the years, the loneliness — all of it poured out at once.

"I will never forgive you, Uchiha Sasuke."

"For making our daughter like this. For turning her love into hatred. For making her eyes so full of pain."

"You should've known better than anyone!" she screamed in her head.
"What it's like — to grow up alone. To crave your parents' warmth and never get it!"

Her voice tore through the battlefield, raw and shaking:

"SASUKEEEEEE! I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU WITH MY SOUL!"

"AND I REGRET EVERYTHING—EVERY MOMENT—EVERY STOLEN KISS—EVERY NIGHT I STAYED WAITING—"

"I REGRET LOVING YOU!"

Her mind spiraled.
The past and present collapsed into one.

Then her eyes fell on Boruto again.

"That bastard… Boruto… his Rasengan—it's almost the same size as Naruto's…"
Her heart pounded.

"How is that possible…?"

"No — no, I refuse to let this end like this. I will not let my daughter die!"

And in that moment, she made her choice.

Sakura concentrated all her chakra into her back — forming a shield, a barrier, a mother's last stand.

She leapt — chakra bursting from her feet — tears mixing with fury.

In the split second before impact, she wrapped her arms around Sarada and held her tighter than ever before.

Sarada's Chidori pierced straight through her chest.

The pain was immediate, but Sakura didn't flinch.

Instead, she smiled. Gently. Softly.

And whispered in her daughter's ear:

"I love you."


A long silence followed. Neither man moved. Their stares locked like swords, tension thick in the air. Then, Garou broke the stillness with a deep, manic laugh.

Without warning, his mechanical arms whirred to life and extended outward. A sudden beam of searing energy burst forth, tearing through the forest toward Madara.

Caught off guard, Madara reacted instinctively. He started weaving hand signs.
"Doton: Stone Wall Jutsu!" he shouted.

A stone barrier erupted from the earth just in time to absorb the brunt of the laser blast.

Hn… Those aren't chakra-based. That's not ninjutsu… Some sort of futuristic tech. Best to take care and escape with the kid…

Garou continued his assault, his beams burning relentlessly until finally, with a fizz and hum, they died out. Only smoldering debris remained—Madara's wall reduced to dust.

But Madara himself was gone.

Garou narrowed his eyes and scanned the area. Silence. Shadows. Then he spotted Kawaki, still unconscious on the ground.

He smirked—
"He ran off like a coward."

But just as the words left his lips—CRACK!
A devastating blow landed clean on Garou's face, launching him across the clearing. Trees snapped under the force of his crash.

Dazed but not broken, Garou snarled and sprang to his feet. His arms morphed into bladed hooks, and he charged.

Madara stood tall, partially enveloped in the spectral form of a half-formed Susanoo—a glowing blue warrior manifesting from his chakra.

Those arms… They're dangerous. If I can sever them, this fight ends quickly.

Garou didn't hesitate and rushed forward towards Madara with his mechanical Hook arms .

...Rushing into my Susanoo…

Madara narrowed his eyes.

"Bold."

As Garou lunged, the Susanoo's arm moved with surgical precision, intercepting him mid-strike. The impact rang like thunder.

But Garou grinned. He twisted mid-air, managing to hook onto the Susanoo's limb.

"Let's see how long that thing lasts!"

"Longer than your arrogance," Madara replied coldly.

With a flare of chakra, Madara's hand glowed.
"Chidori: Blade Surge."
Electricity crackled through the air as the technique pulsed into the Susanoo's arm, amplifying its force.

Garou had a split second to react before the chakra blade sliced down—cleanly severing one of his mechanical arms. Sparks flew.

He howled in rage, stumbling back.
But Madara was already moving.

He vanished from sight with a burst of speed, reappearing behind Garou.

"Genjutsu: Phantom Grasp."

Garou froze. His limbs trembled. The forest around him warped into a nightmarish illusion, shadows crawling over him like ghosts.

For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.

Madara stepped forward.
"You came for a child. You leave with a scar... if I let you leave at all."

The screen cuts to black—Garou screaming inside the illusion—Madara standing tall.

…Interesting..I had my doubts about using genjutsu on him..But it works somehow…

…He shouldn't be able to break himself free…I think...


"…SASUKE!"
Naruto's voice echoed in his mind as he surged to his feet, heart pounding like a war drum.

"Why the hell are you so damn slow!?"

He saw it.
The chaos unfolding outside — and everything inside him screamed.

Hinata gripped the edge of her seat, her eyes wide with helpless fear.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
She didn't speak — she didn't need to.
Naruto felt her thoughts as if they were his own.

"He won't make it," she was thinking.
"He's too slow."

Naruto's eyes narrowed, teeth clenched.
"No. Not if I help him."

"If I use Wind Style… I can give him the push. Just enough. Just in time!"

His hands flew into motion, chakra racing through him.

Time stretched, slowed, warped around him.
Each second became an eternity.
And in that eternity, he saw it — the unfolding disaster.

His vision tunneled.

Boruto was flying with his rasengan , Determined .

And Sarada , Sarada took a step backward preparing her chidori – Channeling her inner strength turning it into lightning - ..

Naruto's heart clenched.

"Damn it, Boruto!"
Naruto's throat burned.
"Where did you even learn that technique!?"
"Who gave you that much power — that much rage?"

And Sarada…
Oh god, Sarada.

One step back.
Her hand glowing, thunder crackling in her fist.
Chidori.

Naruto's heart stopped.

"No… no, no, no…"

She looked like him.
Like Sasuke.

But her eyes —
Those crimson Sharingan eyes weren't calm. They weren't collected.
They were full of grief.
Anger.
Hatred.

Naruto clenched his jaw.

He opened his mouth to scream — to stop them — to call out their names.

And then —

BANG.

A shockwave split the air above him.

Naruto didn't even have time to look up.

Something struck — like the heavens crashing down —
A hammer made of chakra and vengeance.

Momoshiki.

He had come down like a god.

Right onto Naruto's skull.

Pain bloomed through Naruto's body like fire laced with ice —
The floor cracked. His knees buckled. Blood dripped down his forehead.

He staggered, vision blurring.

But his mind didn't stop.

He didn't care about the pain.
He didn't care about the blood.

Everything was collapsing.

The world was moving too fast and too slow at the same time.

And through the ringing in his ears, through the blood in his eyes, he still saw them.

His son.

Sasuke's daughter.

Sakura .

Sasuke's love –his wife –

Family , Everything .

His responsibility.

And he wasn't there in time.

Not this time.


Madara turned, only to find Kawaki gone.
But fortune favored him—a faint trail of scorched earth and broken branches led deeper into the woods.

…I need this kid… he has answers

Madara's Susanoo faded as he followed the trail Kawaki left .

He's reckless—relies on Taijutsu and that strange magical arm. He doesn't understand chakra... no refined techniques... no Genjutsu defense. If it comes to it—I can trap him instantly…

He moved silently but swiftly, weaving through the trees with ease, until—
Spotted.

Kawaki stood at the edge of a clearing, his back turned, shoulders heaving.

"Stop, kid. I'm not here to hurt you," Madara called out, voice firm but not hostile.

Kawaki turned slowly, eyes filled with something volatile. Anger, fear, betrayal.

"Stay away from me!" he barked. "You're just like the rest of them!"

With a fluid shift, his right arm morphing into a massive hook-like blade.

"I said leave me alone, or I swear—!"

"You're all the same! You say you're trying to help—then you chain me up or experiment on me!"

Madara didn't move.

"I've seen the look in your eyes before," Kawaki spat. "You want to use me."

Madara's expression didn't change, but his tone lowered.

"Jigen-sama—"

The moment the name escaped Madara's mouth, Kawaki's entire posture changed.
His muscles tensed. His breath caught. His eyes widened with raw terror.

"Get away from me!"

With a roar, Kawaki charged, his fear twisting into rage. His fist came first, then a spinning kick—but Madara moved like water, dodging everything with minimal motion. Every blow was read, blocked, or avoided effortlessly.

"You carry potential…" Madara said coldly, catching a strike and twisting.
"…but you're reckless."

He delivered a swift side-kick to the back of Kawaki's neck, sending him tumbling through the dirt.

Kawaki coughed, but stood again—blood on his lip, eyes burning.

"What do you want from me?!"

Madara's voice was calm, unshaken.

"Answers."

Kawaki's face twisted—rage and panic mixing into desperation. His arms shifted—morphing into twin hook-like blades. He charged again, flailing with wild, furious swipes.

"Shut up!"


Kakashi stood beside Sakura.

He didn't even remember how he got there — one second everything was calm, the next…
She was moving.

Faster than he'd ever seen her move.

Faster than even he could react.

His body didn't follow.
Couldn't.

His mind was still processing the impossible.

The water tank.
Again.

The same moment.
The same stance.

But something was different.
Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Time stretched, slowed, warped around him.
Each second became an eternity.
And in that eternity, he saw it — the unfolding disaster.

His vision tunneled.

Boruto was flying with his rasengan , Determined .

And Sarada , Sarada took a step backward preparing her chidori – Channeling her inner strength turning it into lightning - ..

Kakashi's heart clenched.

"Sakura…" he whispered, breathless.

Kakashi's body didn't move.
Wouldn't move.
The great Copy Ninja — frozen.

He felt like a ghost in his own skin.

His legs betrayed him. His arms were dead weight.
He clenched his fists, but he didn't act.

Instead…
He smiled.
Just a small twitch beneath the mask.

And a single tear slipped down his cheek.

"The irony of fate…" he thought.

"Again."

Only Sasuke could have stopped this.
Only he had the power.
But he wasn't here.

Not in time.

Kakashi saw it happen — every millisecond of it.

Sarada's Chidori pierced through Sakura's chest.
Sakura's arms wrapped tightly around her daughter.
The shield of a mother.
A willing sacrifice.

And her face —
Soft.
Gentle.
Smiling.

Kakashi couldn't breathe.

…She decided to die by the hands of someone she loved….

The words rang in his mind like a curse from the past.

He'd seen that expression before.
That smile.

Rin.

And now Sakura wore it — like a quiet farewell to the world.

He looked around.

The chaos.
The panic.
The battlefield spinning out of control.

It was all so familiar.

"The same chaos I witnessed on that day," Kakashi thought.
"The same pain. The same helplessness."

But worst of all —
He saw Sarada's eyes.

Wide.
Frozen.
Terror spilling out of them like broken glass.

And in those eyes —
He saw his own.


Madara ducked one blade, parried the next, and landed a palm strike to Kawaki's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

"You don't think before you strike. You let your emotions control your body—and your mind."

Kawaki stumbled, panting hard. His rage was boiling—but his stamina was gone.

"You should have been grateful," Madara said, standing firm.
"That predator—Garou—would've torn you apart without me."

"I didn't ask for your help!" Kawaki snapped, trembling.

Madara tilted his head slightly.

"Jigen-sama.. is that the one who owns you?"

The words struck like a blade. Kawaki turned and ran.

But as he sprinted, the world began to shift. The trees dissolved into darkness. The ground curved. The air shimmered like glass.

Suddenly—

He was in a cave.
Dimly lit. Walls pulsing faintly. Golden fish swam through the air—not water—swimming around him, their scales glowing faintly. They whispered like echoes in his ears.

"I can't breathe…"

Kawaki's chest tightened. He stumbled forward. Sweat poured from his forehead.

"What is this? This isn't real—"

He stopped. The golden light dimmed.

At the end of the cave, silhouetted in faint blue light—Madara stood. Still. Unmoving. Hands behind his back.

And once again, he asked—voice like a whisper in thunder:

"Jigen-sama.. is that the one who owns you?"

Kawaki dropped to his knees.

"What do you want from me…?"
His voice cracked.

Tears finally fell.

"Just leave me alone…"

Madara stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

"Answers."

Madara moved forward, his presence overwhelming.
Kawaki remained kneeling, tears streaking down his face as he gasped for breath, his body trembling. Madara stood over him, towering like a shadow, before lowering himself to one knee to bring himself eye level with Kawaki.

He reached out and gently lifted Kawaki's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. The silence in the cave was thick, but Madara's voice broke it—quiet, but cutting deep.

"What kind of grief do your eyes carry, Kawaki?"

The words pierced deep. Kawaki swallowed hard, his heart racing. The question was simple, but it felt like a weight, dragging his soul down. His tears flowed uncontrollably as he struggled to breathe, his mind swirling with thoughts and memories he couldn't escape.

Suddenly, the world around them shuddered and shifted.

The surroundings dissolved, and they were no longer in the cave. Instead, they stood in a dimly lit room—cold and sterile.
At the center, a wooden table loomed, and on one side sat a man, Kawaki's father, his face twisted with cruelty. He was sitting comfortably, ignoring the child sitting lifelessly on the side of the table—young Kawaki, unconscious, a bloodstained gash on his head from a shattered glass bottle.

On the opposite side of the table, a shadowed figure in a long coat sat, his presence imposing even in the hazy memory.

Kawaki gasped—his breathing became erratic. The room was suffocating. His body trembled violently as the memories flooded back.

"What is this?!"
"How... how is this possible?!"

Kawaki's voice was a frantic whisper, but no answer came. Only the deep silence of the memory—until Madara's hand was on his face, his fingers cold as they gently cupped his cheek.

Kawaki froze, his eyes widening as Madara's gaze pierced him. Madara's voice was low and deliberate, each word sinking into his consciousness.

"Now… who is that 'Jigen-sama'?"

Kawaki's heart pounded against his chest. His throat felt tight, his breath shallow. The air around them shifted again. The golden fish returned, swimming in the air, their soft light casting strange shadows across the room. The fabric of reality wavered.

Kawaki swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling in a desperate rhythm. The words tasted like metal on his tongue, but he forced them out.

"…A God waiting to be reincarnated."
"I am his vessel."

Madara's expression didn't change. But Kawaki's admission felt like a chain tightening around his soul. The weight of it was suffocating. Kawaki's body shook, but Madara didn't release him. His fingers remained firmly on Kawaki's face, a silent anchor to the moment.

Madara gazed into Kawaki's eyes—not just looking, but seeing.
Like peeling away every wall Kawaki had built, every scar etched onto his soul.
In that moment, Kawaki stood naked before him—not in body, but in spirit.
The rage. The fear. The loneliness. The guilt. All laid bare.

Madara leaned closer, his voice low and calm—dangerously calm.

"What if I told you…Gods can die, Kawaki?"

Kawaki's eyes flickered—just for a moment. A spark. A question.
Hope?
He didn't dare speak it aloud.
But it was there.

Still, his chest heaved, fear pulsing through his veins.
Madara felt it. He expected it.

"What… do you want from me?" Kawaki asked again, his voice dry, fragile—
like a boy bracing himself for chains.

Madara's eyes softened, just barely.
His answer was a whisper. But it struck like thunder.

"Compliance."

Kawaki tensed. He knew this game. Submission. Obedience.
Chains with a prettier name.

But then Madara added:

"But not out of force."

And just like that—

The genjutsu shattered.

Sunlight flooded Kawaki's vision.
The trees swayed gently in the breeze.
Birds chirped in the canopy above, and the scent of fresh earth replaced the suffocating haze of illusion.

He was back.
On his knees, in the forest.
His face damp with tears.

Madara stood silently a few paces away, his back to him.
The air around him felt still, yet charged. Like the eye of a storm.

He began to walk, slowly—deliberately.

"Out of trust," he said, not turning around.

A grin curled on his face—not cruel, but calculated.
He didn't need to look back. He knew the seed had been planted.
And now, it was up to Kawaki to let it grow.

Kawaki remained frozen in place, staring after him—
Still trembling, but no longer only from fear.

Somewhere in his chest, a question began to form.

…Can a god really die?...


Comments , Suggestions , ideas , reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated, and very motivating! :) , I hope I am up to your expectations and you truly enjoyed it , Thank you for reading , I will try my best improving every chapter !

Also I know there might be some glaring plotholes - lol ;) - like how sasuke could see sakura but sakura couldn't see sasuke ? or some geography issues as well likes positioning and location ..hm ? and perhaps sakura could find a better choice to save the day hn..Haha I can think of multiple plotholes in the story..perhaps you could count them ;) ...

Overall I think the music fitting this chapter are Electro's theme and Kara's theme , hn...what do you think ?

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