{This Chapter is Dedicated to 66835, an Ōtsutsuki Level Supporter}
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This is my attempt at writing a short SS/filler. I'd love to hear your thoughts—what you liked, what you felt, or anything that lingered with you. Please read with an open mind and heart.
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Neji, 21 years Old, sat cross-legged, alone atop a wind-scraped cliff suspended over an ocean of stars. His True Eyes had been pushed into overdrive in a meditation technique he had devised himself—an effort to map the recursive layers of chakra threading in his own nervous system.
But something… went wrong.
The world flickered.
From behind him, footsteps. Not heavy, not soft. Intentional. Like someone who had walked for millennia and no longer cared for silence.
He turned.
There stood a man—or something resembling a man.
Skin gray like stone left too long in moonlight, hair like black threads woven into a crownless halo. His eyes—closed. His chakra? Quiet but ancient, stretching far beyond any measure Neji had ever seen.
On his chest was a glowing series of characters:
66835
Neji spoke first.
"Are you… alive?"
The figure tilted its head.
"I am that which failed to live… yet refused to die.""Designation 66835. I was the prototype of perception. The first to open eyes to what mortals are not meant to know."
Neji's True Eyes began reacting voluntarily. They pulsed in fractal resonance with the being—layers of chakra signature blooming like old codes unfurling. As if they recognized each other.
66835 raised a hand. A singular, thin thread of crystalline chakra stretched between two fingers, vibrating with frequencies beyond human thought.
"Before your eyes," he said, "there were others."
The stars behind him shimmered, re-aligning into a wheel of glowing designations—each number crossed out, fading away.
"Of the 66,834 before me, none endured. I am the last incarnation. Not a man. Not a god. Merely an answer that was too soon for its question."
Neji stood cautiously, defensive posture ready.
"Why show yourself to me?"
66835 slowly opened his eyes. They were void-black but mirrored Neji's True Eyes—layered fractals within, as if the dark contained infinite possibility. But there was rot in them, a corruption along the edges, like code half-deleted.
"Because yours are the first eyes that do not reject me."
A silence passed.
Then, data. Knowledge. Overload.
Neji's mind was bombarded with flashes:
Spiral chakra constructs like trees rooted in space.
Techniques written in binary chakra code.
Concepts like "photon-hinged genjutsu" and "non-local chakra observation."
A technique called Blindfold Pulse, which hides one's chakra presence by mimicking the sensory death state.
The Threefold Needle Grid, a lost pre-Hyuga chakra weapon design that was threaded into flesh itself.
As Neji absorbed fragments of these impossible things, blood trickled from his nose.
"Stop… You'll overload me—"
66835 stopped.
"I am decay. You are inheritance. You must choose what to carry, and what to bury."
Neji gritted his teeth.
"You said you were a failure."
"All great power begins as a mistake. But those who learn from failure... rewrite the world."
66835 extended a hand.
"If you wish, I can unlock more. I can show you the pattern behind chakra evolution—the true Eye Spiral. But be warned…"
"The more you see… the less you'll be."
Neji hesitated.
And stepped back.
"Not yet.""I'll learn it the right way. Through blood, discipline… and my own path."
66835 smiled—not in joy, but in memory.
"Then you are not like the others. Good."
He began to fade.
But before vanishing, he whispered:
"When the Eye Spiral completes… look for me in the fractured sky. I will be waiting... at coordinate 66835."
Neji jolted awake.
His True Eyes were glowing without his command. A strange thread of solidified chakra had formed across his hand during sleep—one he'd never made before.
And in the dirt beside him, as if burned by raw chakra discharge, were numbers:
66835
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