Inside the mysterious space, An leaned comfortably in his "director's chair." He gazed at the system interface, which shimmered like a glowing control panel, displaying the "film" that the heavenly screen was about to broadcast to the world.
A mischievous smile played on his lips, his eyes sparkling with the anticipation of a grand master. With a slow, deliberate motion, his finger pressed the virtual "play" button. Click.
In an instant, the entire Ninja World came to a standstill. Whether in the heat of training or the silence of a tavern, every soul found their gaze pulled irresistibly toward the sky. The heavenly screen finally began to stir.
The picture flickered into focus, revealing four massive, bold characters etched onto the blue firmament like a divine brand: Konohagakure Year 66!
The scene shifted, unveiling a breathtaking aerial view of the village. The familiar Hokage Rock loomed large, overlooking new architectural marvels and streets teeming with life—a vision of absolute prosperity.
"The... future? Is this Konoha's future?!"
The initial silence was shattered by an uproar more intense than the news of the Uchiha massacre. If the slaughter was a shocking "present," then this was a glimpse into a destiny capable of shattering the current balance of power.
Across the Great Nations, high-ranking officials erupted into frantic activity. The air was thick with the scent of ink and urgency.
"Quick! Record everything! Analyze every frame!" The Fourth Raikage's roar thundered through the Cloud Gorge. "I want every fortification, every new building, and every piece of gear identified! Now!"
In Sunagakure, Iwagakure, and Kirigakure, intelligence departments operated at a fever pitch. This was no longer mere entertainment; it was an unprecedented war of information. Through this window, they could dissect Konoha's evolution before it even happened.
Inside the Hokage Office, Hiruzen Sarutobi's face was ashen. His fingers gripped his pipe so tightly his knuckles turned a ghostly white.
Why would it show the future? The thought sent a sudden chill racing from his feet to his crown. Will it expose the past as well? The truth of the Uchiha... or my dealings with Danzo?
He forcibly suppressed the rising panic, focusing on the screen. A trace of imperceptible pride flickered in his eyes as he beheld the peaceful village. "Under my leadership... the future is actually this serene?"
Outside the Akatsuki base, amidst the relentless rhythmic patter of the rain, Uchiha Itachi looked up. His Mangekyo Sharingan locked onto the familiar streets.
His cold heart stirred with a singular, burning thought: Sasuke... are you there? Have you become strong? Have you... restored the prestige of our clan?
At the Ninja Academy, a loud voice broke the tension. "What is this?! It looks like the village, but everything is so big!" Uzumaki Naruto pointed at the sky, shouting with his usual careless energy.
However, no one spared him a glance. Even the children were absorbed by the weight of their own destinies.
Uchiha Sasuke stood frozen, his fingernails digging into his palms until they drew blood. His small face reflected the glowing light of the screen, his black pupils filled with a dark, obsessive hatred. He had only one question: Did I kill that man?
On the screen, the scene advanced, moving into the interior of the Hokage Office. A figure walked toward the desk, her commanding presence and explosive figure instantly drawing a collective gasp from the Ninja World.
"It's Lady Tsunade!" "She... she became the Hokage?"
Outside a hot spring in the Land of Fire, Jiraiya froze for a heartbeat before slapping his thigh with a loud thwack. "Hahaha! Tsunade, you actually took the hat! And that figure... it hasn't lost an ounce of its power in decades!"
As he cackled, two streams of nosebleed gushed out, but he didn't care. In the hidden offices of the other Kage, however, the mood was somber.
"Tsunade Hime... the Slug Princess of the Sannin," The Fourth Raikage A muttered, his voice heavy with caution. "She is far more decisive and dangerous than that old fox Hiruzen."
"The Medical Saint, possessed of monstrous strength and the Senju bloodline," Ōnoki floated in mid-air, his weathered face grave. "Konoha's recovery will be faster than we ever imagined if she is at the helm."
In a bustling gambling den, the dice clattered onto the table with a sharp rattle. Tsunade stared at her future self, her golden eyes constricted in shock.
"I... became Hokage? What kind of sick joke is this?" Tsunade whispered, a cold unease enveloping her. She knew herself. She would only return to that "mess" if the village reached a desperate point of life or death.
"Shizune! We're leaving!" She grabbed her assistant, ignoring the confused gamblers, and vanished into the alleyways. She had to know what led to this.
On the heavenly screen, the future Fifth Hokage Tsunade looked weary, her usual fire replaced by a grim solemnity. She leaned forward, her voice echoing across the nations like a tolling bell:
"War... is inevitable."
The sentence exploded in everyone's hearts like a Bijuu Dama. Fear and anticipation intertwined. Was a Fourth Great Ninja War looming only ten years away?