He didn't know how long he had been floating in this space. The very concept of time seemed to have lost all meaning here. Naruto found himself in an unfathomable void, but it wasn't a black and terrifying emptiness. It was a void filled with pulsating light and colors he had never seen before—shades that didn't exist in the world of men. Colossal energies danced around him, not as solid entities, but as living mists, conscious currents, luminous spirals of immeasurable dimensions. There was no up, no down, no left or right. He simply was.
He looked around, his eyes and mind opening to an inconceivable reality. There was the Breath of Life, an emerald-green vortex pulsing with gentle warmth and the promise of growth. He saw the Shadow of Death, a deep violet abyss, radiating serene cold and deafening silence—not threatening, but carrying an absolute finality. The Thread of Time wove golden and silver ribbons, intertwining in endless spirals, carrying within them the distant echoes of forgotten pasts and the whispered murmurs of futures yet to come. The Expanse of Space was an infinite kaleidoscope of overlapping dimensions, shifting textures, and impossible geometries, stretching and contracting like a living fabric. The Tumult of Chaos was a crimson storm, unpredictable and magnificent—a raw, unbridled energy that laughed and destroyed only to recreate anew. The Light of Creation, a spring of blinding pure white, was the constant birthplace of new ideas, new forms, new existences. And finally, the Void of Destruction, an implacable black hole of annihilation, the final rest where all things returned to nonexistence—a cosmic reset point.
Each of these energies reacted to his presence. The currents intensified around him, twisting and coiling as if to examine him, to recognize him. Naruto, usually so restless, was strangely calm, absorbing every detail of this grand spectacle. "What… what is all this?" he thought, a mix of wonder and confusion. He felt tiny—and yet, at the center of everything.
Then, a voice arose. It wasn't a voice spoken through vocal cords, but a resonance vibrating directly within his mind—a symphony of myriad voices speaking in unison, a harmonious cacophony of all existence.
"I am the Multiverse, and you are my vessel," whispered the voice, infinite and deep as the cosmos itself. "For eons, I have existed. I am the sum of all realities, of all possibilities, of all dreams and all nightmares. Today, I have chosen to bestow upon you my essence. For reasons that will be revealed in due time, you are the bearer of a power beyond your world's comprehension."
Naruto listened, his heart beating to a new rhythm—slower, deeper, more powerful. "Me? The bearer of a power? But… why me?"
"You now have access to infinite energy, limitless strength, and eternal longevity. These gifts are anchored within you. You may share them with those you deem worthy, bestowing life and power where you will. And yes," the voice continued, its resonance swelling, "you may even bring the dead back to life. But never forget: great power comes with great responsibility. Balance is fragile. You are the Guardian. Act with wisdom."
The Multiverse's words echoed through him, and as they faded, the seven primordial energies flowed into Naruto. It wasn't a violent explosion or a forceful invasion—it was a gentle fusion, like a river merging into an ocean. Life infused every fiber of his being with newfound vitality. Death granted him innate understanding of all cycles. Time gave him expanded awareness. Space opened his perception to unseen connections. Chaos imbued him with unparalleled adaptability. Creation offered him the potential to build anything. And Destruction, the power to remake everything.
He felt his body expand—not in size, but in capacity. Every cell in his being vibrated with unfathomable power, a force that continued to grow. He didn't feel physically different—his young body remained the same—but within, it was a seismic shift. "I… I'm no longer just me," he thought, a deep truth anchoring itself in his soul.
And then he felt it—his eyes. A subtle sensation, as if an invisible veil had just been lifted. It wasn't pain, but a profound transformation. Instinctively, he closed his eyelids—then reopened them. A new clarity, a new depth had entered his gaze. It was no longer the simple blue of his usual irises. It wasn't the red of the Sharingan, nor the violet ring of the Rinnegan, nor the radiant blue of the Tenseigan. His eyes glowed with an iridescent golden light, ever-shifting, as though a kaleidoscope of distant stars danced within his pupils. Each iris was laced with delicate glowing lines—miniature constellations stretching from the center outward, connecting points of light that seemed to represent tiny galaxies. It was the Eye of the Multiverse, an unprecedented dōjutsu born from his connection to existence itself. Through it, he could now perceive the flows of primordial energies, the cosmic threads, interdimensional rifts, and far more.
He was no longer just Naruto Uzumaki, the orphan of Konoha. He was now the Guardian of the Multiverse—a being capable of defying the laws of nature, a bridge between his world and the vastness of all existence.