Day 830
The news reached you early in the morning:
Gaara of the Bloodsand — dead.
The infamous one-tail Jinchiruki, a prodigy known for missions done in record time, a shinobi feared even by elite squads… was gone.
Just a body—
cold, hollow,
lifeless.
And a single terrifying truth behind his death:
Shukaku had been extracted.
A Jinchūriki dying was not new in history.
But in this war…
the death of first Kage level ninja shook the world.
The extraction of Shukaku made rumors spread faster than messenger birds.
Was it a new forbidden jutsu?
A hidden weapon?
A traitor?
A monster?
Nobody knew.
But you did.
You understood the pattern immediately.
You knew who had moved their pieces.
Still—you said nothing.
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Day 870
Panic swept through the Hidden Cloud.
For days, the Two-Tails Jinchūriki had been missing.
Today, her body was finally found.
She didn't die in battle.
She wasn't ambushed by a squad.
She wasn't poisoned, stabbed, or burned.
The cause of death was the same:
Life force drained after tailed beast extraction.
The exact same hollow, empty corpse.
The exact same silence.
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Day 910
The chain continued.
Three-Tails — Missing.
Four-Tails — Captured and drained.
Hidden Mist and Hidden Stone went into emergency lockdowns, mobilizing their ANBU units in desperation.
Every nation was screaming the same question:
"Who is doing this?"
But no one had an answer.
Not even the Kage.
But you did.
And still—you stayed silent.
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Day 950
It became a massacre.
Five-Tails.
Six-Tails.
Seven-Tails.
Eight-Tails.
One by one,
falling in the same pattern,
the same method,
the same unnaturally clean extractions.
Within a handful of days,
the world went from confusion to chaos.
Eight of the nine Jinchūriki were now gone.
Only one remained—
The Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, guarded inside Konoha.
The entire shinobi world was trembling.
Leaders panicked.
Clans prepared.
Nations accused one another.
But you…
you simply watched.
Because you knew exactly who was responsible.
You had known months ago.
You had seen the signs long before any Kage understood the threat.
But you didn't warn them.
You didn't interfere.
You didn't even consider stopping it.
And so, you wrote a letter.
A simple one.
Short.
Sharp.
Meaningful.
A letter meant for Nagato.
Meant for the core of the Akatsuki.
Once finished, you sealed it with your false identity.
Then you left the camp at night, alone.
You approached a traveling messenger—
a harmless shinobi from a minor country, carrying nothing important.
You caught his eyes.
A flicker of Mangekyō.
And his will bent like paper.
Under your illusion, he walked to Amegakure.
Delivered the letter straight to Konan.
Then, as commanded—
he ended his own life.
You returned to camp before dawn.
No one noticed you were gone.
And the world continued to burn quietly in the dark.
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Day 1020
You were resting in the temporary campsite of the Land of Wind.
The desert night was cold.
The sand was silent.
You were staring at the moon.
But tonight…
something about it felt wrong.
It wasn't the shape.
It wasn't the glow.
It was the feeling.
A strange pressure.
A heaviness.
A tension.
As though the night itself was holding its breath.
Then—
A sound.
A heart-shaking, bone-deep roar erupted across the desert.
Not a scream.
Not thunder.
Something far older.
Far darker.
Your head snapped toward the source.
Mangekyō spun instinctively.
And then you saw it.
From the distant horizon, an ocean of chakra surged upward—
violent, primal, overwhelming.
It wasn't just chakra.
It was destruction itself.
A force meant to erase the world.
You recognized it instantly.
The Ten-Tails.
Fully revived.
Your breath paused for half a second.
Not because of fear.
But because you knew exactly why this had happened.
The letter you had sent, as Chronarch…
The method you described…
Nagato learning the Reaper Death Seal…
Summoning Minato Namikaze through the Rinnegan…
It seemed he really did it.
Nagato had succeeded.
The Ten-Tails revival was complete.
And in this twisted timeline—
this version of history you helped shape—
there would be no Fourth Great Ninja War against Madara or Obito in the old way.
Because in this world:
Orochimaru never died.
Kabuto never turned rogue.
Kabuto never helped Obito.
No Edo Tensei army was raised.
No long, delayed war dragged the timeline forward.
Everything had shifted.
And now the Ten-Tails appeared too early, fully restored.
You began to move toward the monstrous chakra.
And you weren't alone.
Across the desert, shapes flickered in the moonlight—
elite ninjas, ANBU, S-rank wanderers, clan leaders—
the strongest men and women in the ninja world converging on the same point.
Not by coordination.
But because the chakra was impossible to ignore.
An hour later, you arrived.
A massive crater.
The earth torn open.
The sky shaking.
And there—
standing across the ruined landscape—
every living member of Akatsuki.
None of them were dead.
Not this time.
Not in this timeline.
Konoha had been too busy with the war.
The world collapsed too quickly.
Akatsuki used the chaos as a shield.
Unlike the original timeline…
Itachi never fell to Sasuke.
Kisame never died by Guy.
Sasori never fought Sakura and Chiyo.
Hidan never met Shikamaru.
Kakuzu never fought Naruto.
Nagato never died for Konoha.
Orochimaru never fell to Sasuke again.
Konan never confronted Obito.
This time,
none of them faced Konoha at all.
They all survived long enough…
to be here.
To witness this.
The Ten-Tails tree writhed, its monstrous form blowing away the sand as it fully materialized.
Then he arrived.
Obito Uchiha.
Walking calmly across the battlefield…
holding a single Rinnegan in his hand.
You followed his steps with your eyes.
Then you looked at Nagato.
He sat slumped, breathing uneven,
his left eye socket now empty.
And yet—
he wasn't angry.
He wasn't resisting.
He looked… calm.
Almost obedient.
You instantly understood.
Nagato's mind had been touched.
Broken.
Rewritten.
Whether by genjutsu, manipulation, emotion, or Rinnegan interference—
he was no longer himself.
Obito walked straight into the heart of the Ten-Tails tree.
The monstrous chakra swirled around him.
And then—
The Ten-Tails vanished.
Absorbed.
Devoured.
A hurricane of chakra exploded outward.
And when the smoke cleared—
Obito rose into the air.
His body warped.
His skin hardened.
His form reshaped.
The power of a god.
The first Ten-Tails Jinchūriki…
in this world…
was born right here.
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