Chapter 19 - The life of a Seer (2) (Edited)

(Author's note: Hey Guys! Sorry but when I was editing the previous chapter for mistakes, some comments were accidentally deleted. My bad y'all😓)

(The next set of chapters are a bunch of side stories covering the one month time skip)

Enjoy!!!)

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"Hey, Gai!!!"

Lumian panted, sweat trickling down his brow as he stumbled after the green blur that was Might Guy. His legs ached. His lungs burned. And worst of all—Gai hadn't even broken a sweat.

Finally, they stopped near a dense thicket of bushes just off the beaten path. Lumian dropped like a stone, sprawling across the grass, limbs spread out like a collapsed scarecrow.

"Yosh!!! Don't you feel it, Amon?! The youth! The fire! The burning passion that soars from our youthful wings, lifting us into the endless sky of hard work and perseverance and—!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, Gai…" Lumian wheezed, chest heaving. "I'm trying not to die here."

He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, which only spread the sweat around. His shirt clung to his back like a second skin.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" he muttered under his breath. "I could just drink the Marauder potion and be done with it…"

"Hmm? What was that, my youthful friend?"

"Nothing," Lumian said quickly, sitting up.

He sighed. The leaves above them rustled gently in the late afternoon breeze. Birds chirped somewhere in the trees. For a moment, he wished he could lie there forever, buried under the sky and the hum of nature.

"Hey Gai… let's call off training early today," he said, voice laced with a hopeful plea.

Gai froze.

A shadow passed over his face. Slowly, dramatically, he sank to his knees, clutching his head with both hands.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" he howled, as if Lumian had just told him friendship was meaningless. "We still have to run 30 laps around the village—on our hands!"

Lumian groaned and held a hand to his head.

"I'm pretty sure you were the only one doing hand runs…"

"Nonsense!" Gai declared, springing to his feet, his eyes gleaming with tears of passion. "We are partners in sweat! Comrades in youth! Brothers in self-improvement!"

"Right…" Lumian muttered, getting up and brushing off his pants. "Well, I'm sure you can be youthful without me, Gai. See ya."

As Lumian trudged away, he could still hear Gai in the distance, voice rising like a war cry.

"Don't worry, Amon! In fact, I'll run 50 laps on my hands just for you! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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. . .

The forest path was quieter now.

Lumian walked alone, following the familiar dirt trail that curved toward the training grounds. The path that he got lost in a while ago, was now etched into his head like a map.

He passed a low branch where birds nested—tiny, downy creatures chirping hungrily at the open air. A breeze swept through the trees, rustling the leaves with a whisper. He paused for a moment, eyes closing as the wind brushed his face.

"It's getting colder…" he murmured. The air had lost its summer warmth. The trees, once bright green, now bore hints of yellow at their edges.

It had been just over a month since he had started training.

Time had moved quite fast...

Lumian looked up at the sky, its blue hue streaked with thin clouds glowing in the late afternoon sun.

He recalled some significant occurrences from the past month….. Notably three to be noted.....

He shoved his hands into his pockets and kept walking, letting the memory of those moments quietly resurface.

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(A seer's side story)

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"Obito!!!"

Rin's voice rang out as she stood outside the house.

Hearing no response, she sighed and looked over at Lumian.

He sighed too.

The two of them were standing in front of a two-story terraced house on the outskirts of the Uchiha clan's province. The house had a light-blue exterior, slightly faded whitish-yellow walls, a balcony with rusted railings, and a sloping brown-tiled roof that looked like it hadn't been repaired in years.

The reason they were here was simple: Obito hadn't shown up to the Academy today.

Worried, Rin decided to check up on him. Lumian, mostly curious about what kind of dumb thing Obito might be doing, tagged along.

He stepped forward and knocked on the brown wooden door—loudly.

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*Creak*

The door eased open an inch, and a head peeked out.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

The door opened wider to reveal an elderly woman. Her grey hair hung just past her shoulders, neatly brushed and full. Her large black eyes were set in a face lined with soft wrinkles, and she wore a purplish sweater under a brown vest that looked hand-knit.

"Ah, Rin! And... who might you be?"

Lumian offered a polite smile and bowed slightly."My name is Amon, ma'am."

Obito's grandmother's eyes lit up with warmth.

"Oh! Obito's friends I see! Would you like to come inside?"

Rin shook her head quickly, hands flailing as she bowed multiple times.

"There's no need! We just wanted to make sure Obito was alright... since, um.... he didn't come to class today....."

The old woman sighed, rubbing her forehead with two fingers.

"That rascal didn't go to class today? I better give him another scolding when he comes home...."

Rin blinked."Wait—he's not home?"

The grandmother shook her head.

"He left early this morning and hasn't come back yet. Didn't even eat his breakfast."

Rin's worried expression deepened. Lumian glanced at her, then turned his attention upward, toward the second floor.

"Would it be alright if we took a look at his room?"

The old woman considered for a moment, then stepped aside with a shrug.

"Of course dears. Though.... I must apologize for the condition of his room....."

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Atrocious was putting it kindly.

That was Lumian's first thought as he stepped into Obito's room.

Socks, shirts, pants—possibly even a pair of old sandals—were scattered across the wooden floor in chaotic fashion. A half-finished instant ramen cup sat on the window sill, next to a leaning stack of manga. The bed sheets looked like they'd been used in a wrestling match.

It reminded Lumian disturbingly of his college dorm back on Earth.

Rin peeked through the door behind him, wrinkling her nose.

Lumian turned slightly toward her.

"Try talking to his grandma a bit more. Maybe we missed something important."

Rin nodded and quietly stepped away, her footsteps fading as she headed downstairs.

Lunmian closed the door after hearing the footsteps stop below. He took a slow breath and looked around the room.

"Alright… what should I divine?"

. . .

He picked up a sock and instantly recoiled.

"Definitely not that..." he muttered, tossing it aside like a cursed object.

His gaze swept over the room until it landed on a wooden drawer pushed against the far wall. On top of it sat a pair of spare goggles—worn, but intact. Probably a backup pair Obito used when his usual ones were scratched or dirty.

Lumian stepped over piles of clothing and picked them up carefully.

"These should work..."

He sat on the edge of the bed, the springs creaking slightly under his weight, and pulled a pendant from inside his shirt. Its metal surface shimmered faintly in the dim light.

He held the goggles in both hands and closed his eyes.

Drawing on his spirituality, he poured focus into the ritual.

"Obito Uchiha... Obito Uchiha..." he chanted softly.

His breathing slowed. The world around him quieted.

And then—his vision flickered.

A hazy image began to form in his mind's eye.

A large building appeared, its facade lined with narrow, grime-streaked windows. The structure was unfamiliar to him.... Chipped paint clung to the crumbling concrete and rust bled from the edges of metal frames and pipes.

It looked like some kind of storage facility, though an abandoned one. 

Tall sliding doors, probably once painted red, stood shut with a heavy padlock. Moss crept along the building's foundation, and weeds burst from cracks in the stone lot surrounding it. Lumian's gaze drifted up toward a broken window near the second floor.

Then from one of the windows that was open, a shadow moved just behind it, too fast to identify.

That was all he saw before his vision returned back to him.

Lumian's brow furrowed.

"Where the hell..."

. . .

His foot landed softly on the wooden floor as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

From the kitchen, the low murmur of conversation drifted out. Rin was sitting at the table, chatting with Obito's grandmother, who seemed to be in the middle of making tea.

Lumian walked into the room, and both of them turned to look at him.

He exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ma'am... do you happen to know of any old storage facilities around the village? Preferably one that's been abandoned for a while?"

Obito's grandmother blinked at him, eyebrows drawing slightly together in a curious frown.

"Hmm… storage, you say?" She thought for a moment, then nodded slowly."The Uchiha clan does have a few. Old ones mostly—used during the war or for keeping supplies.

Most are on the outskirts, tucked away where no one really goes anymore."

She glanced toward the window, as if trying to picture it."If I had to guess… there's one not too far from here. Bit past the training fields, near the old riverbed."

Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

"Right... Thanks."

Rin looked between them, confused but attentive.

"Why? What's going on?"

Lumian shook his head."Not sure yet. But I have a guess....."

He didn't elaborate.

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"So... you think Obito's here?"

Rin's voice was quiet, almost hesitant.

They stood in front of the old storage house.

The sun was low in the sky now, casting long shadows that stretched across the dirt and cracked pavement. The air had cooled, and the quiet hum of evening insects filled the silence between them.

"Yeah. Probably."

Lumian kept his gaze on the building—worn down, with peeling paint and rusted fixtures. It definitely matched what he saw in the vision.

Rin stepped up to the large sliding door and tugged on the thick padlock securing it. It didn't budge.

She glanced over her shoulder and shook her head.

"Locked."

Lumian's eyes shifted to the side, spotting a broken window partially hidden by a bush.

He pointed toward it.

"There."

Rin followed his gaze, nodded, and moved to climb through. The broken glass had been worn smooth by weather and time, the jagged edges dulled but still sharp enough to warrant caution.

As she started pulling herself up, Lumian quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his pendant.

He whispered under his breath, almost like a chant:

"There is danger ahead... there is danger ahead..."

The pendant twitched, then slowly began to turn clockwise in a steady motion.

There was danger.

Though based on the fact that it was moving slowly it wasn't very life-threatening.

Lumian tucked the pendant away and called softly to Rin:

"Let me go first."

Rin paused mid-climb, turning to look at him.

She didn't ask questions—just nodded and dropped back down.

He approached the window, exhaled slowly, then started to climb in.

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*Step*

*Step*

*Step*

Their footsteps echoed softly on the concrete floor. The inside of the warehouse was darker than it should've been—sunlight barely filtering through the dust-caked windows high above. Shadows hung thick in the corners.

Next to him, Rin clutched Lumian's sleeve tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her eyes stayed sharp. She was nervous, but focused.

Lumian's expression was calm, but inwardly, his guard was up.

"Why would Obito be here?" he thought."Was he kidnapped? This doesn't feel like anything that ever happened in canon..."

It was unsettling.

Rin whispered, her voice barely audible."Um... Amon... are you sure Obito's here?"

"Yeah, prett—"

BANG.

A loud crash cut through the silence like a loudspeaker.

In an instant, Lumian dropped into a low-ready battle stance. His hands forming hand seals.

Rin flinched but quickly followed his lead.

She might've been a kid, but she was still a trained shinobi—reflexes kicking in a second late.

The warehouse fell back into silence.

Then..... a muffled sound.

Soft. To the right.

Someone... or something.

Lumian glanced at Rin. She nodded, swallowing hard, and they began moving slowly toward the noise. The shelves around them were old, spaced out and covered in dust. Metal tools, boxes, and empty crates littered the sides.

The sound grew clearer.

Struggling. Labored breaths. A faint rustle.

And then—they saw him.

Obito.

Tied up on the cold warehouse floor, hands and feet bound, tape over his mouth. He squirmed weakly, wide-eyed and panicked.

His voice came out muffled and desperate:

"MMMMMMMmmmmm!"

Rin rushed forward and dropped to her knees. She yanked the tape off his mouth.

"Gah—!" Obito gasped, coughing.

After a while he spoke."Rin! Amon! You gotta get out of here! Forget about me! That little devil might still b—"

Meow.

Everyone froze.

The sound came from behind them.

Slowly, Lumian and Rin turned.

Sitting calmly in the center of the floor was... an orange cat.

It stared at them. Eyes wide, unblinking.

Obito visibly shivered.

"No. No no no," he muttered."It's still here..."

Lumian raised a brow.

There was a weight to the movement. Like it was sizing them up.

"No... a ninja cat," Lumian realized, watching its every move.

And then—

From the cat's mouth came a low, gravelly voice:

"Another bunch of kids... have wandered into my empire."

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(Flashback)

"I'm late! I'm late!"

Obito sprinted through the crowded streets of Konoha, dodging civilians, leaping over crates, and trying not to trip on his own feet.

"Pant... pant..."

His sandals slapped against the stone, heart pounding.

Then—thwack!

Something smacked him right in the face.

"MMMPH—!"

He stumbled back, hit the ground with a grunt, and shook his head groggily.

When he looked up—his goggles were gone.

A cat, orange and fluffy, sat on a wall nearby, clutching the goggles in its teeth. It looked him dead in the eyes. Almost smug.

Then it turned.

And bolted.

"Hey! WAIT!" Obito yelled, scrambling to his feet.

He chased the feline menace through winding alleys, between merchant stalls, over laundry lines, and across rooftops. The cat was quite fast as it weaved through people's legs and squeezed through small holes.

After several turns and one near faceplant, Obito found himself at the edge of the village, near an old, forgotten part of town.

He skidded to a stop in front of a run-down warehouse, panting and glaring.

The cat had landed neatly on the cracked window sill of the building. It paused there, tail twitching, and gave Obito one last look—mischievous, taunting.

Then it slipped inside.

Obito's eye twitched."Heh heh heh... I got you now, you little devil!"

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With determination surging in his chest, Obito climbed up after the cat, hoisting himself through the broken window and landing with a soft thud inside the old warehouse.

It was dim. Dust danced in the shafts of light that pierced through cracked windows and holes in the ceiling. The air smelled of old wood and rusted metal.

He squinted, scanning the space.

"Come out, you little—"

WHACK.

Something hard collided with the back of his head.

His eyes widened in surprise for a split second—then everything went black.

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By the time Obito came to, he was on the cold floor, his wrists and ankles bound with some kind of thick ropes. His mouth was taped shut.

He groaned into the silence, confused and still dazed.

"MMMMMPHH—!"

(Flashback end)

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The cat looked smugly at them. 

The cat sat smugly in the center of the warehouse floor, its orange fur pristine, tail wrapped neatly around its paws.

Its eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction.

"You must be wondering..." the cat began, its voice smooth and theatrical,"...why I led you all here."

Rin blinked. Obito whimpered. Lumian stared.

The cat rose slowly, pacing like a villain in a stage play.

"Hehehe... You see, you're all part of my grand plan!"

It spun dramatically and pointed its paw toward the group like it had just revealed the final piece of a puzzle.

"I shall kidnap you children... and then, the Hokage will be forced to pay a ransom for your puny little lives!"

It threw back its head and laughed—a surprisingly accurate maniacal chuckle.

"Meowhahahahah"

"Then!" it continued, voice rising with triumph, "I will demand the one thing that all beings fear to deny me...!"

It paused, eyes glittering.

"Cat food! UNLLLIIIIMMMIIITTTEDDDD CAT FOOD!!!!!!!"

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Silence.

. . .

Even the dust particles in the air seemed to stop moving.

Lumian stared at the cat, completely expressionless.

Internally his mind was thinking.

"What kind of filler episode is this?" he lampooned.

. . .

"Now I shall kidnap you two as well!"

FWUMP—

The cat exploded into motion—an orange blur hurtling toward them with speed.

"SCATTER!" Lumian shouted, instincts kicking in.

Lumian formed a hand seal. 

Suddenly, numerous normal clones appeared around the group. 

However, instead of keeping the jutsu going, He released it.

This was a trick that Lumian had realised while training. Conveniently, the smoke that released upon releasing a clone could actually be used as temporary camouflage.

Instantly a cloud of smoke erupted, visibly obscuring the group.

Lumian grabbed Obito who was still tied up and ran away dragging Rin by the wrist.

The cat skidded across the dusty floor, claws slicing little gouges into the wood.

"You shall not escape my empire!" it cried, its voice echoing dramatically through the warehouse.

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Soon, they were able to hide near a set of crates, pressing their backs against the rough wood.

They crouched low, trying to steady their breathing as the sound of shelves crashing echoed somewhere deeper inside the warehouse.

Obito panted heavily, his wrists raw as Rin carefully worked to untie the ropes binding him.

"Let's go! We can slip out the window while it's distracted!" Rin whispered urgently, eyes darting toward the broken window.

But Lumian shook his head, his gaze sharp.

"It can probably track us by scent. Judging by its speed and reflexes… it's at least High Genin level."

He paused, eyes flicking to something bright on the dusty floor.

An orange hair lay tangled in the dirt.

Lumian crouched and picked it up, running it slowly between his fingers, noting the coarse texture and distinct shade.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

He then turned to the two.

"Wanna hear my plan?"

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Cats were supreme.

This thought had orbited through Tora's mind since the day of his birth.

They fed him. They sought his attention. They begged for even a fleeting touch of his majestic fur…

And what did he do?Nothing.

He merely existed——and they groveled.

When he knocked a cup to the floor with deliberate grace, they laughed. When he ignored them, they wept.

It was in these moments that Tora understood the truth.

He was not just another animal.....He was not a pet....

He was a King.

No…

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He was a God.

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But not everyone believed it. Not all bowed. Some dared defy the natural order.

So Tora had devised a plan.A grand, brilliant plan.

He would make the strongest among them kneel. He would rise above even the Hokage. He would command tribute in the form of endless food and affection.

Then—and only then—would the world understand its rightful place.

Tora smirked, his whiskers twitching with anticipation, as he padded through the warehouse like a monarch surveying his domain.

Soon… very soon… his empire would expand.

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Suddenly, he heard the loud crash of a shelf collapsing to the floor.

"A-hah!"

With a blur of orange fur, Tora bolted toward the source of the noise, his eyes gleaming with predatory precision.

On the ground lay one of the boys—the one without the goggles—clutching his leg, face twisted in mock pain.

He writhed on the ground, groveling pitifully, reaching his hands out in desperation.

"N-No, wait! Please!"

"Meow!" Tora cried in triumph as he sprang into the air, claws extended.

But just as he committed to the pounce, something flickered in the corner of his vision—movement.

A shadow leapt from the side.

"Too slow!"

Tora twisted mid-air with unnatural grace, tail flicking as he narrowly dodged the flailing arms aimed at capturing him.

Tsk! Obito hissed in frustration as he hit the ground, rolling smoothly and landing in a crouch.

"Rin! Now!" he shouted.

The groveling boy on the floor vanished in a puff of smoke—poof—revealing Rin beneath the disguise.

Her hands tugged a rope.

A heavy creaking groan echoed through the warehouse as the shelf—previously rigged—teetered and began to fall.

It toppled toward Tora, who had just landed.

The orange cat blinked, tilting his head.

"Oh-hoh? An act… disguised as a trap?"

His whiskers twitched in admiration.

"How delightfully underhanded."

Flexing his spine, he rolled on the ground narrowly avoiding the falling shelf.

When he recovered his footing, he found that the boy and girl were running away.

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Tora's ears twitched as he scoffed."He he… pathetic humans. You should know that my speed FAR exceeds yours!"

With a burst of motion, he dashed after them, his claws tapping rhythmically against the wooden floor.

Faster. Closer.He was gaining ground with every stride.

The two children turned sharply at a corner to the left, vanishing behind a stack of crates—leaving him with a blind turn.

But Tora didn't hesitate. He twisted his body and followed...Only to come to an abrupt stop.

A coil of rope lay across the floor, loosely arranged.

"Heh heh… a booby trap?" he chuckled, eyes gleaming. "You should know that the eyes of God can see in the dark!"

That's when he heard it.

"Hyah!!!"

Obito came charging from the shadows, fists raised in a reckless tackle.

An attempt that was meaningless.

Tora performed a front flip flawlessly dodging Obito with the grace of an acrobat.

However, Tora found himself in midair.

Rin jumped next, aiming to snatch him mid-flip.

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Poof!

A burst of smoke erupted around them—dozens of identical clones now stood scattered across the warehouse.

They didn't move. They didn't need to. They were only there for one purpose:

Cover.

Tora's pupils narrowed.

"Hah… Hah…"

"You think you can fool me?" he sneered.

Even through the smoke, he spotted movement. Rin from above, and another boy fast approaching from the south.

"I see everything!"

He reared back, chakra surging to his throat.

"Behold my secret technique—!"

His voice crescendoed.

"Wind Style: Gale Palm!"

But it wasn't his paw that struck—it came from his mouth.

A gust of wind exploded out, scattering the clones into puffs of smoke and blasting Rin and Obito backward.

Tora grinned, the recoil of the jutsu launching him into a perfect landing.

But the ground beneath him wasn't solid.

Click.

His paw had landed directly landed on the booby trap from earlier.

Tora's pupils shrank.

"N-Nani?!"

Ropes snapped tight around him, yanking him skyward in a blur, until he hung squirming from the ceiling, completely trapped.

From the shadows, Lumian stepped forward, brushing dust from his sleeve.

He smirked.

"Genjutsu: False Surroundings."

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"Curse you, you goddamn cat!"

The three kids stood together now, glaring up at the orange menace still swinging helplessly in the air, wrapped in a tangled mess of ropes. Tora howled and hissed, flailing about, but the bindings held firm.

Obito pointed accusingly, his face red with fury.

"Meow! You'll regret this!" Tora shrieked. "I'll hunt you down! I'll steal your food and scratch your face while you sleep!"

Then the cat stopped squirming and locked eyes with Lumian.

"Especially you! How did you place that trap right where I landed?!"

Lumian didn't answer at first—just slipped his hands into his pockets and tilted his head.

"Wind Style: Gale Palm, huh?" he said coolly. "For someone who calls himself a god… you sure learned your jutsu from a human."

Tora's eyes widened.

"Wha—How did you—?!"

Lumian's voice was calm, almost bored.

"You want to know why you lost?"

Silence followed. Tora stared, breathless.

"You saw yourself as superior. That's why you didn't finish us quickly. You kept dodging just to show off."

He spoke again.

"That arrogance? It blinded you. You were too busy flaunting your 'godhood' to notice the surroundings. You didn't even think to question where you'd land."

Lumian smirked.

"And just like that… you walked into my trap."

Tora stared, speechless, as the ropes swayed above them.

"It was all a part of my plan."

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. . .

Tora hung there in silence, the ropes creaking slightly as he swayed. His wide eyes locked onto Lumian, unblinking, unreadable.

Then—finally—he spoke.

"I see… Very well, human. I acknowledge my defeat in today's battle."

His voice was steady, noble even, despite his ridiculous predicament.

"But mark my words… when the next time we meet, I will have become stronger than you can possibly imagine!"

He fixed Lumian with a serious stare.

"May I know the name of my worthy rival?"

Lumian flinched, caught off guard. Rin and Obito both turned to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Ahem…" Lumian muttered, then straightened slightly. "My name is Am—Amon."

Tora's face split into a wide, almost comically regal grin.

"Amon! I see! A worthy name for one I now deem… my equal! I shall remember it well!"

The cat puffed out his chest as much as one could while hanging upside-down.

"I look forward to our next encounter! Our battle… will be legendary!"

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"Really? Did you have to give him your name?" Obito grumbled, walking with his hands tucked behind his head.

The three of them made their way out of the warehouse. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky scattered with stars, their soft light casting a silvery glow on the village path.

Lumian didn't answer. He kept walking, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

Rin slowed down and glanced over her shoulder at the warehouse, unease flickering in her eyes.

"I didn't like him," she said quietly, "but… we can't just leave him hanging there, right?"

Obito sighed and made a half-hearted wave, slapping a hand to his forehead in mock exasperation.

"I'll tell my grandma to let the Uchiha clan know one of their weird summoning cats got loose again."

Lumian finally let out a long breath and looked up at the stars.

"Yare yare daze…"

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Author's note:

The strongest of today vs the strongest of history ahh fight lol.

. . .

I thought of releasing these side stories one by one, but I just said screw it.

So I just posted all the chapters today.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments and leave a review on the book!

As always... Thank you! and POWER STONES!!!!!!