Naruto: The Sarutobi Who Can't Spark

The ground shook as if thousands of rolling thunders had descended upon it. The very earth trembling beneath Raijin's small feet shook him to his core, and fear crawled through his small body.

Tightly squeezing his hands around his ears, he desperately tried to block out the deafening roars that pierced the night sky.

Konoha, a peaceful village, had erupted into chaos.

Raijin could hear the frantic shouts, panicked cries, and the earth-shattering explosions; that brought destruction along with them.

Mother…Father…

Another ground-shaking roar pierced the air, and Raijin flinched, curling in on himself as the walls of his home rattled violently.

Raijin's wide, terrified eyes darted around, searching for any sign of his mother Mikako, and father Takeshi.

The boy whimpered, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He wanted his parents, wanted them to come and whisk this horror away from him.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Raijin sat, trembling, in the harrowing darkness.

Summoning his courage, the young boy peered out the window, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that greeted him.

He saw the towering form of the Nine-Tailed Fox, its scarlet, crimson eyes burned with primal fury, and colossal tails with which the earth trembled in each swipe.

Raijin felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the beast unleash its devastating power, tearing through the defenses of the village with ease.

The shinobis fought valiantly, their techniques andjutsus seemingly insignificant against the sheer might of the Nine-Tailed Beast. Raijin watched in horror as buildings crumbled, the very streets he had walked reduced to rubble.

The sounds of battle echoed through the night, a cacophony of clashing steel, shattering stone, and agonized cries.

Thousands of deaths where explosions reverberated, loud screams were overshadowed, and bodies fell like broken dolls, soaking the Konoha with hot steaming red liquid, painting everywhere crimson.

Raijin, a 4-year-old experiencedtypical war, a meat grinder of shinobi, a factory of death, bodies cook in the heat of explosions, a place where thousands of shinobi come to die in mud and jutsus with "honor".

Amidst the chaos, Namikaze Minato; The Fourth Hokage, whose face was etched with a determination that bordered on desperation. With a series of intricate hand seals, the Fourth Hokage unleashed a technique that shook the very fabric of reality, a desperate gamble to save his beloved village.

The Tailed Beast was sealed away, its half-power contained within a newborn child. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the earlier pandemonium, where Minato along with his wife Kushina Uzumaki died.

A strangled sob escaped Raijin's lips as he realized the fate of Shinobi and his parents, his small hands flying to cover his mouth.

His parents were long gone, lost to the fury of the Nine-Tails, dead.

The boy sank to the floor, his cries of anguish muffled by his palms.

All he wanted was to wake up from this nightmare, he wanted his mother and father to burst through the door and gather him up in their loving embrace.

He forsook his life, abandoning his dreams and desires in the shadows. He loathed the beast that took away his parents.

Raijin felt empty, stripped of their parent's unconditional love. He starts losing consciousness and his 'self' ceases to exist.

The lifeless small body was kneeling on the floor, facing the destruction with red wide puffy eyes, and faint lines left by dried tears on the cheek.

Heavy breathing reverberated throughout the Konoha after the huge battle. Silence echoed, and then bursts of emotions flooded in the face of survivors.

Suddenly, Raijin gasped, the phantom pain searing through his chest. His heart raced, adrenaline surging as the familiar sensations overwhelmed him. The shockwave, the debris, the utter helplessness - it was all happening again.

At that moment, the body felt the weight of two souls converge, for within him, the soul of Wixx had been reborn.

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With the sheer impossibility of processing existence, Wixx had died amidst the chaos, standing with shock in his face.

His soul starts todisintegrate.

This soul disintegration was not instant, but rather a slow unraveling, an imperceptible decay. Bit by bit, the pieces of his soul dissolved into an unknown dimension.

However, at the unknown dimension, the soul abruptly integrates. Faded memories returned, faces, voices, and even the colors of the past which were dimmed to grayscale returned. Hollowed emotions and indistinguishable shadows of love and hate became apparent to the soul.

Erosion of the soul came to a halt instantly, and the integration of the soul was completed.

The soul had entered the unexplored dimension of the universe, where the potent energies in this dimension were everywhere. The unknown energies slipped inside the soul, brimming with bright light. The soul was devouring every potent energy, be it colorful, dark, gloomy, or eye-blinding bright.

After the energies got emptied in the dimension, the soul was forcefully dragged towards another dimension…or rather a new world that had no such potent energy. However, there was some weak energy around nature.

This place was a dark, supposedly night sky, up the horizon in the beautiful dark blue sky, pure and magnificent moon, with a sprinkle of stars resting. The land had an existence of life with the civilization of the past, resembling traditional wooden houses with sloped tile roofs, located at the base of a mountain with a carving of some sort, uniquely beautiful, like that of Mount Rushmore.

The soul immediately felt the sudden surge of energy nearby, foreign but similar sensation to that of energies from the unknown dimension. This energy was from the fierce beast with one, two, three, … nine total tails, which was rampaging in the middle of the civilization of humans.

This sudden surge was due to the Nine-Tailed devastating attack; The Tailed Beast Bomb, which it launches towards the mountain rock. Yet the attack didn't damage the mountain rock, it seemed like the energy went past the mountain like an intangible spirit.

After some moments, the soul watched the tailed beast being sealed into an infant, where the leaking of energy was very minimal to the point of being none.

The lingering residual energy of the crimson nine-tailed beast scattered around the Konohagakure. This scattered energy of the Nine-Tailed Beast was then devoured freely by the soul until none was left.

Once again, the soul was dragged, instantly over to a child of 3 or 4 years of age.

Above the child's body, its soul was dissipating. The soul remembered the similar disintegration of spirits that occurred above the child's body. This child seems to be in a sort of anguish and pain just before completely losing his life. The disintegrated spirit, yet to dissolve into the air suddenly slips toward the soul nearby.

Then the soul was dragged and placed as a last straw in that pitiful lifeless body of that child.

In that same moment, breathing heavily the grief on the people's faces was palpable, their hometown had just become the deadly battlefield. A humiliating victory that resulted in thousands of deaths, hundreds injured with terror paralyzing the breath of survivors.

The loss of Fourth Hokage's life was astronomical.

But Wixx paid them no mind. His mind was within the rampaging Nine-Tails, racing with thoughts, with memories of explosions and shockwaves - knowledge about past life, and present that offered a chance at a new life.

Wixx's, or Raijin Sarutobi's pale face returned to normal with a steady breath, wavering mind, and serene soul.

Wixx muttered, "Marigold and Pomegranate".