Ten years... It had been ten years since that day, even with time the memories didn't fade, the memories of himself slicing through white Zetsus with his lightning charged sword, launching hundreds of jutsu, and tearing through the enemy, though the worst of those memories were the faces of his allies who had fallen in battle. His own teacher had been killed in the onslaught, one of his teammates had as well. Despite his attempt to save her, it had not been enough. His other teammate had been sent back to Konoha, and now even in his dreams he wondered if she could have been saved if that one had been there. Even in those dreams, he doubted it.
And then he saw her, one of his own students. A girl with bright green eyes, pale skin, and orange hair, Azuki, his teacher's daughter. On his teacher's wishes she had lived with him since the day her father, her last remaining family, died.
"Raiko," he could hear her voice calling to him softly, "Raiko, wake up."
And then there came a blinding white light.
