The Omnipresent Shinobi

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Chapter 1

Visions of the Beginning

Naruto’s dreams were different now.

They had once been fleeting glimpses, fragments of people, places, and events. The wars of men. The grief of children. The ambitions of monsters. But now, his visions stretched further, beyond the present, beyond history itself.

He saw the beginning.

Before Kaguya. Before the Sage of Six Paths. Before shinobi. A world untouched by war or chakra, where oceans remained undisturbed, mountains stood unscarred, and forests thrived in pristine silence.

He saw the first humans, wandering the land like lost children, unaware of the cosmic forces that observed them. He saw beings of unfathomable power, gods, titans, celestial entities that had shaped reality itself.

And then, he saw her.

Kaguya Otsutsuki.

Descending from the heavens, she consumed the Divine Tree’s fruit, her body radiating power. She ruled humanity as a goddess, only for her own sons to one day rise against her.

Naruto witnessed everything, Hagoromo and Hamura’s rebellion, the war that sealed Kaguya away, the birth of chakra, and the formation of the first shinobi clans.

And with every vision, his understanding deepened.

"You are not meant to be blind."

A voice, vast and gentle, filled the space within his mind. By now, Naruto had grown used to this presence that whispered to him in the stillness of his dreams.

"Why am I seeing this?" he asked one night, standing on the edge of an endless void.

The voice did not answer. It never did.

It only watched.

And so, Naruto watched too.

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The Fox in the Cage

The air was damp.

Naruto found himself in a vast stone corridor, his feet submerged in shallow water. The oppressive atmosphere carried the weight of centuries.

Before him, a massive iron gate towered into the darkness, its bars layered with sealing talismans pulsing faintly with chakra.

From within, two colossal crimson eyes opened.

A deep, rumbling growl shook the chamber.

"So... you finally came, boy."

Naruto didn’t flinch.

Instead, he stepped forward, his small figure dwarfed by the immense presence before him. He stared into those burning eyes and knew, he had seen them before.

He had seen everything.

"Kurama."

The fox’s eyes narrowed. "You know my name."

It wasn’t a question.

Naruto’s mind swirled with the weight of memories not his own, memories stretching back beyond human lifetimes.

He knew Kurama’s story as if he had lived it himself.

He had seen the Ten-Tails, its monstrous form looming over the battlefield, its raw power twisting reality itself. He had seen the Sage of Six Paths split the beast into nine fragments, nine living beings.

Shukaku. Matatabi. Isobu. Son Goku. Kokuo. Saiken. Chomei. Gyuki.
And finally

Kurama.

He had seen the Nine-Tails wander the world, free yet hunted, feared yet revered. He had seen the way Madara Uchiha had stolen his will, wrenching his body into servitude with those wretched Sharingan eyes.