The Awakening

Kaito was at his limit. The anguish in his chest grew with every passing second as the beating of his family showed no sign of stopping. The masked men continued their attack, indifferent to his screams and pleas. Desperation had completely overtaken him, and his mind, teetering on the edge of collapse, frantically searched for a way out—anything that could help him save those he loved.

He screamed with all the strength he had left, but his voice was nothing more than a ragged whisper. Still, the masked men did not stop. Each blow was heavier than the last, and their cruel laughter filled the air, drowning out Kaito's suffering along with his family's.

"Stop!" Kaito cried, his throat raw, his heart shattering with every second that passed. "Please, stop!"

But they ignored him. Their orders were clear: they had to break him, shatter him completely, drag him to the depths of absolute despair, making him easier to manipulate, easier to control. It wasn't just about obtaining the blueprints of his technology. No, that was only the beginning. ROOT's true goal was to turn Kaito into their pawn, a tool incapable of rebellion, a soldier who would obey their orders without question.

"Break him!" one of the masked men commanded his companion. "We won't stop until he's completely shattered!"

Kaito heard the words, but he no longer had the strength to fight back. He was in shock, watching the people he loved suffer right before his eyes, powerless to do anything. Each strike his parents and Konan endured felt like a dagger through his soul. He felt helpless. Empty.

How had it come to this?

Why, after everything he had done for his village—after giving them technology, hope, and a new future—was it all ending like this? How had he gone from being a local hero to a prisoner of these men who sought to destroy everything he cherished?

"What I did was for the good of everyone!" Kaito sobbed, his voice breaking. "I never harmed anyone! I helped my village! I helped everyone!"

But his words meant nothing to them.

The pain in his chest became unbearable. And then, just as he thought he could endure no more—just as his exhausted body stopped producing tears—he heard the voices of his father, his mother, and Konan calling out to him. But he could no longer hear them. Their voices faded into the chaos, as if everything around him had become meaningless.

"I'll accept it!" Kaito screamed, his voice raw with surrender. "I'll accept whatever you want! Just stop, please, just stop hurting them!"

But the masked men ignored him. They didn't stop. It was as if nothing Kaito said or did was enough.

His eyes, now devoid of light, could only take in the devastation around him. A terrible emptiness consumed him. The pain of watching his family suffer, unable to stop it, completely consumed every last part of his soul.

And then—something inside him snapped.

A burst.

A flash of fury, pain, and despair.

Something deep within him shattered—an invisible boundary that had, until now, contained his power. His eyes, stained with blood, flickered with an overwhelming force—something he had never felt before, something even he could not comprehend.

An energy that had long slumbered within him erupted like a volcano.

Kaito could not control it. The fury, the pain—they had transformed him into something else, something that only fate itself could explain.

The ground beneath him trembled.

The masked men, startled by the sudden explosion of chakra, paused for the first time.

But it wasn't just a surge in power.

It was as if Kaito had unleashed a force never before seen in the shinobi world.

A whirlwind of water began to swirl around him, faster and stronger than anything he had ever conjured in his life. It was as if nature itself had aligned with his fury.

The rain pounded furiously from the sky, and the wind howled with such force that nearby trees swayed violently.

Kaito, his blood-filled eyes wild with power, was no longer conscious of his actions. Every fiber of his being was devoted to one thing: protecting his family.

With a guttural growl, he raised his hands, and the energy around him intensified.

The masked men tried to back away, but something held them in place—as if space itself had warped around them.

Finally, when Kaito opened his eyes, everyone present felt a shift—something irreversible.

His gaze burned with an untamed intensity. His eyes, bloodstained yet gleaming, carried a power beyond human comprehension.

The forces of nature—water, wind, and chakra—merged within him, overflowing in a torrent of unimaginable strength. A new power had been born—one that only the deepest despair and suffering could awaken.

And in that moment, Kaito swore that he would never—never—allow anyone to destroy what he loved.

At the center of the raging storm, his eyes glowed with a terrifying brilliance. They were not just drenched in blood.

His irises had taken on a strange, fractured pattern—like shattered crystals reflecting light in metallic hues.

A silver, gold, and gray radiance pulsed through his gaze, the gemstones shimmering like the core of an ancient, primordial power.

Kaito's eyes—now clearer than ever—had become the symbol of a force that could change the course of shinobi history.

A dojutsu never before seen in the world.