New allies.
New abilities.
New weapons.
If combined correctly, they could form a power that even the five great nations would hesitate to touch—not out of fear, but because they know: to attack means suicide.
Reiji had seen everything clearly, neatly depicted in his mind.
An artificial island floating in the sky, sailing slowly above a sea of clouds, unreachable by any radar or tracking jutsu.
An underwater fortress, hidden deep in the ocean, where secrets are buried and power is stored.
Then Reiji took a slow breath.
The air here is salty, humid, and cold—but it feels fresh, as if it contains the promise of an uncharted future.
A thin smile appeared on Reiji's face.
Faint, almost imperceptible... like an unspoken threat.
But behind that smile lies a burning determination.
The world of shinobi will change.
Not because of fate, not because of gods, but because of the will of humans who refuse to bow down.
And it will all begin from this place—from the scrolls still wet with blood.
From a remote island forgotten by maps, and from the resolve of an Uzumaki... who swore not to let history repeat the same hell.
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Time rolls quickly, like sand eroded by the wind.
The setting sun hangs low on the western horizon, enveloping the Whirlpool Beach in a dim golden-orange light.
The sea breeze blows gently, fluttering the tattered flags of the three great villages planted in the sand, as if witnessing the end of their own arrogance.
On that damp sand, thousands of ninjas stand rigid.
Their clothes flutter slowly in the evening wind.
None of them speak.
None of them breathe a sigh of relief.
Their faces are filled with dust, fear, and smoldering anger—their gazes convey hatred, annoyance, and a suppressed sense of humiliation.
Their eyes stare straight ahead, yet most cannot bear to look directly at the figure of the boy standing alone on the rock, slightly taller than the others.
The boy's red hair flutters in the wind.
The twilight light makes his silhouette appear like a blazing fire.
The boy—Reiji Uzumaki—stands with a straight back, chin raised, and a thin smile that almost resembles a sneer.
"Good job," Reiji says, his voice calm yet resonating to every corner of the beach, carried by the wind like the song of the angel of death.
"You have all completed the Cursed Contract."
"Now, you may return to your respective villages."
As Reiji pauses for a moment, his eyes sweep across the entire force.
Some ninjas instinctively turn their faces away, unable to withstand the piercing gaze of his sharp red eyes that seem to stab into their spines.
"I will soon release your chakra seals."
"After that, you are free."
The word "free" sounds like a bitter joke.
Some of them snort harshly.
Others clench their fists behind their sleeves, their nails digging into their palms until they bleed.
A Jonin from Kirigakure even appears to bite his lip until it tears.
Yet none dare to step forward.
Reiji raises both hands, forming a complex yet graceful hand seal.
His fingers move as if he is playing an instrument that only seal masters can understand.
Both index and middle fingers are aligned straight, while the other fingers bend with perfect precision.
"Fuinjutsu: Chakra Sealing Release."
As soon as the words are spoken, the sky suddenly feels lighter.
Like an invisible net that had ensnared their bodies suddenly vanishing.
The aura of the thousands of ninjas changes in an instant—some let out long sighs, while others bow their heads to check their chakra flow in panic.
Among them, one person smiles in satisfaction, his eyes shining sharply like a beast just released from its cage.
But before the man could move—even before the intention in his mind could form into action—his expression changed.
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