Naruto: The White-eyed Demon

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"I heard you were still here," she said, placing the food on his desk.

Raigo blinked. "How did you—"

"I saw the email logs. David clocked out early. His work was still pending. You showed up on the internal tracker."

She smiled, but it wasn't pity. It was solidarity.

"You shouldn't have to carry all this."

Raigo stared at her. Then, softly, almost inaudibly, he said, "I don't have a choice."

Lena pulled up a chair beside him.

"Then let me help."

Later That Night

Together, they worked in silence. Occasionally, they spoke—about music, about cities they'd never been to, about the pressure to prove yourself when no one remembers your name.

As they filed the last report, Raigo leaned back.

"Do you think anyone will even notice?"

Lena looked at him.

"I noticed."

And for the first time in what felt like years, Raigo Tenku was tired but smiled.

Not because he'd finished the work. Not because someone finally acknowledged it.

But because for once, he didn't feel invisible.

Somewhere Else | The Concert

David danced with Natalie under blinding lights, posting selfies, tagging the company, smiling for a life he didn't build.

He never noticed the phone buzzing in his coat.

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The Last Walk of Raigo Tenku

It was 3:30 a.m. when I finally leaned back in my chair, my muscles aching, joints stiff like rusted iron. My eyes, sunken and ringed with purple shadows, blinked slowly. I had finished David's ten-day load of work in a single night. The office lights above flickered as if in sync with my fading pulse.

I pushed myself up, wobbling like a marionette cut from its strings. My knees buckled momentarily, and I caught myself against the desk. My fingertips were cold. My breath felt thin. I slung my bag over my shoulder, heavier than it had any right to be, and made for the door.

The world outside was a void—quiet, eerie, painted in the silvery hue of the moon and splashes of neon signs that blinked into nothing. The street was mostly empty. Just me, flickering streetlamps, a few sleeping homeless souls curled under threadbare blankets, and the distant howling of dogs.

Every step I took was deliberate, but my mind was foggy. I could barely see straight, and everything began to blur. Still, I whispered to myself, "Almost there… almost home."

I don't know how much time passed. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. Maybe none at all.

Then—clang.

My foot hit something metallic. I tripped. My body fell forward like a collapsing pillar, and I crashed onto the pavement. There was no strength left in me to scream or even gasp. The chill of the ground crawled up my spine as the darkness rushed in.

Then—nothing.

A Lifetime in a Second

I don't know how long I was gone. But the moment the void took me, something strange happened.

I remembered everything.From my childhood scraped knees to graduation day.From awkward school dances to my first kiss.From my mother's quiet smile to the suffocating pressure of expectation.From moments of joy… to all the times I was overlooked, underestimated, and left alone.

I remembered everything. With painful clarity.

And then, a thud—not in my body, but in my mind. A gentle tug, like being pulled through layers of space itself.

I opened my eyes—or at least, it felt like I did.

The Presence

I stood—somehow—on a vast, infinite plane. No ground, no sky. Just a never-ending expanse of white and light.

In front of me was a being. Tall, robed in flowing threads that shimmered like liquid starlight, eyes like galaxies. His presence wasn't loud or commanding. It was silent, still. Calm. Like the end of time.

I stared at him, unblinking. I didn't bow. I didn't tremble.

Instead, I spoke.

"I knew it. A being like you had to exist. Something outside the containment of space and time… a higher-dimensional entity, beyond entropy. One that can create and destroy from nothing."

The god tilted his head, curious. He had seen many souls. Billions, maybe trillions. But not many who greeted him with analysis instead of awe.

"You are surprisingly composed," he said. His voice was not heard. It arrived directly in my mind. "You're not surprised?"

"I'm a man of science," I said. "And I've always believed that, logically, something had to exist at the origin of consciousness. Something that bridges cause and effect with choice and freedom. An architect, a guardian—or maybe just a cosmic bystander."

He nodded. "Fascinating. You are… average, karmically speaking. Not cruel, not kind. Not lazy, not driven. You've lived quietly, passed unnoticed, and died alone. Your karmic record is… neutral."

Ouch. But fair.

"You may reincarnate into another world," the god continued. "Standard package: healthy body, solid stamina and durability, ability to retain memories. But nothing exceptional unless you ask for one gift—and even that has limits."

I was quiet for a while.

"…Can I choose where or who I'm born as?"

"No."

That stung, but I had suspected as much. A truly divine being wouldn't micromanage free will.

So I asked the next question.

"I choose the Naruto world."

He blinked slowly. "Interesting. You and many others, it seems."

"And," I said, carefully, "I want Ōtsutsuki powers."

The god… laughed.

Not cruelly. But genuinely, like an old man watching a child claim the moon.

"Even the most exceptional souls—the ones with lives of sacrifice, greatness, and profound karma—don't get Ōtsutsuki powers," he said. "At best, they get Naruto-level talent. You ask for a divine inheritance with an average record."

"I figured you'd say that," I replied. "I asked to see your reaction. And now I know your boundary conditions."

The god chuckled again. "Clever."

I wasn't done. "Then I want something different. Something meaningful. I want True Eyes—eyes that let me perceive truth, deception, knowledge, and intelligence."

The god's gaze sharpened.

"With these, I can learn everything about the world. I'll see through lies, understand nature energy, correct my training in real time, and more. I don't need raw power if I can comprehend everything better than anyone else."

A pause. Then a nod.

"It is… within limits. Granted."

My body began to unravel. My form, my thoughts, my name—they started to dissolve like mist in morning light. I felt myself falling, being pulled into some distant star, a world I once knew only through a screen and pages.

As I faded, I asked one last question. "Will I remember this conversation?"

"Only vaguely," the god said. "In dreams. In instinct. You'll know you are different. That will be enough."

And so I fell.

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