The note came folded in half, slipped between the pages of my Academy textbook.
No name.
No signature.
Just five words scrawled in elegant, deliberate ink:
> "Midnight. Cemetery. South gate. Come alone."
There was no chakra trace. No scent. No sign of who delivered it.
But I already knew.
This wasn't a prank.
It was an invitation.
---
I memorized the note and burned it in a candle flame.
Then I waited.
Not in fear.
In silence.
In the slow coil of preparation.
The ANBU evaluation hadn't been a test. It had been a signal.
And someone—someone in the shadows—had seen it.
---
That night, I told no one.
Shikamaru was already asleep. My parents were on shift rotations.
I slipped into my boots, tightened the straps on my kunai pouch, and climbed out the window into the dark.
The village at night felt… different.
The hum of chakra faded, replaced with heavy silence.
Streetlamps flickered. Trees leaned like listening ears.
And the cemetery, just south of the village walls, sat cold and waiting.
---
I arrived at one minute to midnight.
The full moon cast sharp shadows over the gravestones.
Cicadas chirped once, then fell silent.
He stepped out from behind a tall memorial stone like he'd always been there.
A tall man in a dark cloak. No forehead protector. No facial expression.
Just the mark of Root on his shoulder: three intersecting lines tattooed in black ink.
---
> "Nara Aiko," he said, voice smooth. "You show promise. The kind of promise that doesn't survive long in the open light."
I didn't move. "What do you want?"
He tilted his head. "I'm here to offer you a future. One where you don't have to hide your strength. One where your instincts are rewarded instead of questioned."
"Root."
The word dropped from my mouth like poison.
He nodded once.
> "You've already seen the cracks in the system. The hesitation. The delays. Hokage's protection won't last forever. Especially when the war drums begin again."
"So what, you want me to be a tool?"
"A tool? No. A weapon. Sharp. Silent. Useful."
I stepped back slightly. "What happens if I say no?"
He smiled faintly. "Nothing. For now. But the world is changing. And when it burns, those in the dark survive longer than those blinded by the sun."
He dropped a black scroll at my feet.
> "If you change your mind… open this. The path will open for you."
Then he vanished into mist.
---
I stared at the scroll for a long time before picking it up.
I didn't open it.
But I didn't destroy it either.
---
The next day, the Academy returned to normal.
Or as normal as it could be when your name had started showing up on intelligence reports.
Iruka's lecture on elemental affinities felt distant.
Naruto fell asleep.
Hinata blushed three times in Sasuke's direction.
Kiba tried to pick a fight with a coat rack.
But I wasn't really there.
My mind was with the scroll.
With Root.
With the idea that someone had marked me from behind the veil.
---
At lunch, I found the Boy With No Name again.
He was sitting near the edge of the school rooftop, chewing on a rice ball and watching the village below.
"Root came to me," I said.
He didn't flinch. "Of course they did."
"Did they come to you?"
"No. I made sure they didn't find me." He looked at me then, dark eyes tired. "That was your first mistake."
"I didn't ask for it."
"You don't have to ask. You just have to exist in a way they don't like."
I sat beside him.
"They want me to join."
He snorted. "Of course they do. You're perfect for them. Smart. Subtle. Obedient-looking."
"I'm not obedient."
He smirked. "No. But you're useful. That's enough."
---
A pause.
Then he asked, "Are you going to open the scroll?"
"I don't know."
"You should burn it."
"I'm not like you."
He went still.
"No," he said. "You're not. You still believe in saving this place."
He stood, brushing crumbs off his lap.
"But if you say yes to Root… you won't be Aiko anymore. You'll be a ghost with a leash. Just like the rest of them."
---
The bell rang below. Class resuming.
But we didn't move.
"What would you have done," I asked him, "if someone offered you power back then? A safe place to grow?"
He didn't hesitate.
"I'd have said no."
"Because you're afraid?"
"Because I already saw where that path leads."
---
That afternoon, the school assigned us another team simulation exercise.
A "rescue the hostage" game, only this time, I wasn't leading.
Udon was.
And he immediately fumbled the mission within five minutes, running directly into a trap zone.
My instincts screamed.
I could've taken over. Directed everyone. Saved the simulation.
But I didn't.
I followed orders. Watched as the team stumbled through failure.
And saw the look Iruka gave me.
> You could've fixed this. Why didn't you?
Because every move I made now was being watched.
---
Later that night, back in my room, I unrolled the black scroll on my desk.
There was no writing inside.
Just a series of thin black threads embedded into the fabric. Chakra-sensitive.
If I wove the right sequence through them with my own chakra, a seal would activate.
And Root would come.
I stared at it for a long time.
Then I pulled out a pen.
And wrote a single word across the bottom.
"Not yet."
Then I resealed it.
---
Somewhere in the darkness, I knew they'd be watching.
They always were.
But for now… I had bought myself time.
Time to grow.
Time to learn.
Time to choose what kind of ninja I wanted to become.
Not a puppet.
Not a weapon.
Something more.
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[End of Chapter 9]