The spring sun shone over Konoha's academy, glinting off the rooftops and into the faces of the graduating students.
Naruto Uzumaki — now the Seventh Hokage — smiled proudly at the next generation of shinobi.
But at the back of the crowd stood one quiet boy.
His white-pink hair shimmered in the light, and his red eyes seemed calm… too calm.
His name was Muzan Kisaragi.
Naruto began his speech.
> "Today, you all step into the world as protectors of our village. Among you might stand the next heroes of Konoha!"
The crowd cheered. Muzan didn't.
His lips barely moved as he whispered to himself —
> "Heroes… I've heard that word before."
Inside his mind, memories flickered — flashes of a different world, of fire, pain, and his final moments as the Demon King.
But now, in this world, he was reborn — not by blood, but through chakra.
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🍃 Life in Konoha
After graduating, Muzan lived quietly as an ordinary chūnin.
He joined missions, healed the injured, and even taught children basic medical ninjutsu.
Everyone saw him as polite and intelligent — maybe even too perfect.
But every night, in the silence of his small apartment, he would meditate…
and his chakra would thicken, flowing through his veins like dark smoke.
> "This world... it's a chance to rewrite my failures," he murmured.
And from the shadows, another voice — colder, older — whispered back inside his head:
> "Rewrite? No. This time, you will be flawless."
Muzan opened his eyes.
In his vision, twelve silhouettes appeared before him — The Kizuki of Shinobi.
Each one linked to him through a mysterious chakra mark:
Hanabi Hyuga, her Byakugan glowing brighter with Muzan's mark.
Sai, whose ink creatures pulsed with living chakra.
Mitsuki, carrying Orochimaru's legacy, now twisted into something new.
But Muzan didn't seek destruction anymore.
This time, he sought perfect balance — a world without death, disease, or decay.
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🔮 The Arrival of Saiki Kusuo
That same night, a strange thought drifted into Saiki Kusuo's telepathic mind:
> "Perfection... this time, eternal."
Saiki frowned, pushing his glasses up.
> "Someone in this village... has two minds."
He turned his gaze toward a quiet apartment near the edge of Konoha — Muzan's home.
The lights were off, but the silence wasn't empty.
Even from afar, Saiki could hear a consciousness splitting in two.
> "This guy… he's not from this world, is he?" Saiki muttered.
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🌕 End Scene
Muzan stood before his mirror.
For a split second, the reflection staring back wasn't his human face — but the pale, horned visage of his old self.
He smiled faintly.
> "Konoha… will be my new laboratory."
But this time, his smile wasn't filled with rage — it carried a strange peace, almost redemption.
As the scene faded, Saiki's inner voice echoed:
> "He doesn't need to be stopped... he needs to be understood."
And high above the village, a red moon rose over Konoha's rooftops. 🌕
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