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it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing. It didn’t matter. The crowds kept shrinking. The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word. She was invisible. One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon. "The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again." "What about Cinder?" someone asked. "What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out." Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Out. Replaceable. Done. She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that. A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety." She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.

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CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.

$can i get it in color and without weapons and the scenery with them in a circus preforming I need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls$

$i need a cover art with the four i want the series to be called (fractured kingdoms) have them all preforming on circus balls$

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep?
The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights.
She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull.
"I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness.
The lantern flickered.
And then—movement outside her window.
A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Cinder sat up, ears perking.
The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain.
Her heart skipped.
Who—?
The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds.
For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair.
Curiosity.

it needs to be in color Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing.
It didn’t matter.
The crowds kept shrinking.
The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word.
She was invisible.
One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon.
"The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again."
"What about Cinder?" someone asked.
"What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out."
Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Out. Replaceable. Done.
She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that.
A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety."
She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.

it needs to be in color Part Two: The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed. cinder said
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." the ring master said His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

Part Two: The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

this needs to be in color take out the book and weapon
please use the character from last panel
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

this needs to be in color please use the character from last panel
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

this needs to be in color After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.
That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

this needs to be in color CHAPTER 1 — Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.

The Decline
Three months later.
The tent was half-empty.
Cinder flipped through the air, landed perfectly, juggled the flaming pins with the same precision—but the applause was thin. Scattered. A few polite claps from the families who’d bothered to show up.
She forced her smile wider. Bowed deeper. Added an extra spin.
Nothing.
The little girl who used to sit in the front row wasn’t there anymore.
After the show, Cinder stood alone in the center ring, staring at the empty seats. Dust motes floated through the fading spotlight. The silence pressed against her ears.
"Pathetic."
She turned.
The Ringmaster stood at the edge of the ring, face shadowed, arms crossed.
"Sir, I—"
"The crowds are leaving because of you." His voice was cold. Sharp. "You’re stale. Boring. A one-trick pony—or should I say, one-trick mutt."
Her tail tucked instinctively. "I can learn new tricks. I’ll practice harder—"
"I’ve already made arrangements." He turned away. "There’s a new act coming. Someone with real talent."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
"You’re replaceable, Cinder. Don’t forget that."
He walked away, boots echoing on the wooden floor.
Cinder stood frozen, flames still flickering on the pins in her hands.
Slowly, she let them drop.
They clattered to the ground, extinguished.
Weeks passed.

That night, curled up in her wagon, she stared at the wooden ceiling and thought about Ryan.
Ryan.
Her old street-performing partner. The one who’d taught her how to juggle when she was just a scrappy kid with oversized ears and a tail she couldn’t control. He’d always drop the third apple on purpose during their act—just to make the kids laugh.
"One day, Cin," he’d said, grinning with that lopsided smile, "we’ll perform for kings and queens. We’ll be legends."
She’d believed him.
But when the circus scouts came through town, only Cinder had been chosen. Ryan had pushed her forward.
"Go. You’re better than this street corner. I’ll catch up—I promise."
That was three years ago.
She wondered if he’d made it. If he was performing somewhere grand. If he still remembered her.
Her ears drooped slightly.
I hope you’re okay, Ryan.

Fading Applause
Part One: The Glory Days
The circus tent blazed with light.
Cinder soared through the air, her body spinning in a perfect triple flip. Flames traced golden arcs behind her as she juggled the burning pins—one, two, three—never missing a beat. Her dog ears flattened against her skull from the speed, then perked up triumphantly as her feet hit the platform.
The crowd roared.
"AGAIN! AGAIN!"
A little girl in the front row bounced in her seat, tugging her mother’s sleeve. "Mommy, she’s flying!"
Cinder’s tail swayed as she bowed low, bells on her jester costume jingling. This—this—was what she lived for. The applause washing over her like warm rain. The gasps when she pulled off something impossible. The way children’s eyes went wide with wonder.
She caught three more flaming pins mid-air, spun them into a cascade of fire, and landed in a split.
The audience leaped to their feet.
Her smile was real. Bright. Uncracked.
The Ringmaster stood in the shadows beyond the spotlight, arms crossed, nodding with satisfaction.
"Good work, mutt," he’d say later. Not kind, but approving.
That was enough.
After the show, Cinder walked through the circus grounds, still buzzing with adrenaline. Performers clapped her shoulder. Vendors offered her candied apples. The strongman lifted her onto his shoulders for a victory lap.
She belonged here.

Chapter Intro:
The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed.

Scene 1: Descent into Secrets
Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame.
- Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy.
- Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow.
Hokage (gravely):
“This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash.
Shawn (wincing, voice strained):
“It’s… calling me.”
He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern.

Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady, eyes glowing):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand. The vision shatters.

Scene 4: The Eye Evolves
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center.
Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing):
“Shawn! What happened?!”
His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle.
Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin.
Shawn (voice low, eyes burning):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice (disembodied):
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence falls.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone.
- Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power.
- Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips.
- Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

Chapter Intro:
The Riftborn armies have been repelled, but the war is far from over. Deep within the void, a presence stirs — ancient, calculating, and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, awakens. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower, where the truth about Shawn’s Hoshigan — and its connection to the King — is finally revealed.

Scene 1: The Hidden Chamber
Interior panel: A spiral staircase descends into the earth. Torches flicker along the stone walls. Team 0 follows the Hokage and Kuroda into a sealed vault.
- Shawn: His white fox mask is clipped to his belt. His face is calm but alert, with sharp features and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming at its center. He wears a black cloak over a white shirt, the obsidian-forged sword strapped across his back.
- Jaden: His spiky black hair is slightly damp with sweat. He wears a black shirt with a red flame crest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is inactive but alert, and his black gloves are scuffed from the last battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocked hair is tied back, and his fur-lined cloak is torn at the edges. He holds a kunai loosely in his right hand, always ready.
Hokage (gravely):
“This is the Eye’s origin. The place where the first Hoshigan was sealed.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber. It pulses with violet light. As Shawn approaches, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes.
Shawn (wincing):
“It’s… calling me.”
He touches the stone. A surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step.

Scene 3: The Vision — The Riftborn King
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a ruined world, skies torn open. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a crown of jagged crystal, and a single, massive Hoshigan eye in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand — the vision shatters.

Scene 4: Awakening
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, eyes wide. The Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond at its center.
Jaden (rushing to him):
“Shawn! You good?”
- Jaden’s Byakugan activates instinctively. His pale eyes scan Shawn’s chakra — it’s swirling, unstable.
Isaiah (stepping forward):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
- Isaiah’s mutation pulses in response, his black veins glowing faintly.
Shawn (breathing hard):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
Suddenly, the chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice:
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands at the edge of the chamber, backlit by the glowing memory stone. Shawn’s Hoshigan gleams with four tomoe. Jaden’s Byakugan is fully active. Isaiah’s mutation coils like a shadow beast behind him.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

Scene 1: The Return
Wide panel: Team 0 walks through the village gates at dusk. The sky is orange, the air tense. Villagers glance at them with awe and unease.
Narration box:
After surviving the Riftborn encounter, Team 0 returns — changed.
Jaden (arms crossed, Byakugan deactivated):
“Tch. That wasn’t a C-rank mission.”
Isaiah (low voice, eyes scanning rooftops):
“They sent us out there on purpose.”
Shawn (mask cracked, cloak torn):
“They wanted to see what we’d become.”

Scene 2: Hokage’s Office
Interior panel: The Hokage stands at the window, arms behind his back. Kuroda leans against the wall, arms folded.
Hokage:
“You faced a Riftborn. And lived.”
Kuroda:
“They didn’t just survive. They adapted.”
Cut to close-up of Shawn’s eye — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan spinning slowly.
Hokage:
“Then it’s time.”

Scene 3: Graduation Ceremony
Wide panel: The academy courtyard is filled with students. Team 0 stands apart — Shawn masked, Jaden with his one-sleeve shirt and spiked hair, Isaiah with his fur collar and dreadlocks.
Headmaster (announcing):
“Shawn. Jaden. Isaiah. Step forward.”
Close-up: The Hokage ties a headband around Shawn’s forehead.
Hokage (softly):
“You’re no longer students. You’re shinobi.”

Scene 4: Private Moment — Rooftop
Night panel: Shawn sits on a rooftop, mask off, staring at the stars. His Hoshigan glows faintly.
Shawn (thinking):
“This eye… it’s not just power. It’s a key.”

Scene 5: Training Grounds — Jaden
Action panel: Jaden trains alone, sweat flying as he strikes a wooden post. His Byakugan activates mid-strike.
Jaden (gritting teeth):
“If I’m gonna protect them… I need more.”

Scene 6: Isaiah’s Reflection
Interior panel: Isaiah stands before a mirror. His reflection flickers — for a moment, it’s not him. It’s… something else.
Isaiah (quietly):
“What am I becoming?”

Scene 7: The Riftborn Watch
Dark chamber panel: The masked Riftborn cultist watches a projection of Team 0.
Cultist:
“The Hoshigan awakens. The Mutation stabilizes. The Byakugan adapts.”
A voice from the shadows replies:
Unknown Voice:
“Let them grow. When the seal breaks… they’ll remember who they were.”

Scene 8: Final Panel — Team 0
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands on a cliff at dawn, headbands gleaming, eyes forward.
Narration box:
They were forged in shadow.
Tempered by truth.
And now… they’re ready to face the Rift.

The forest was silent.
Not peaceful — silent. As if the trees themselves were holding their breath.
Team 0 stood in the aftermath of the rift battle, the air still humming with residual energy. The creature they had faced was gone, shattered into fragments of light and static. But the feeling it left behind lingered like smoke.
Shawn stood at the center of the clearing, his black mask cracked slightly from the strain. Beneath it, his right eye glowed faintly — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan now fully awakened.
🌌 The Hoshigan Revealed
The eye was unlike anything the others had seen. A deep violet iris, with a single tomoe orbiting a star-shaped pupil. It shimmered with cosmic energy, as if the night sky had been trapped inside it.
Shawn blinked slowly, and the world around him bent — not visibly, but perceptibly. Gravity shifted. Time slowed. He could feel the weight of space itself responding to his gaze.
“I can see… everything,” he whispered. “Not just chakra. Possibilities.”
Jaden stepped beside him, his own eyes glowing pale white.
👁️ The Byakugan in Full Force
Jaden’s Byakugan was fully active now. Veins bulged at his temples, and his vision extended in every direction. He could see chakra threads tangled in the trees, the faint residue of the rift’s energy, and even the subtle pulse of Shawn’s Hoshigan.
“You’re warping the field,” Jaden said. “Even your chakra flow is bending.”
Shawn nodded. “It’s like… I’m not just seeing the world. I’m shaping it.”
Isaiah stood nearby, silent as always. His fur collar was singed, and his dreadlock-like hair was damp with sweat. But his eyes were sharp.
“That thing wasn’t from here,” he said. “And it wasn’t alone.”

Return to the Village
The team moved quickly, returning to the Hidden Leaf under cover of dusk. The Hokage was waiting.
He listened silently as they described the rift, the creature, and the battle. When they finished, he turned to Kuroda, who stood in the shadows.
“They’re progressing faster than expected,” Kuroda said. “The Hoshigan has awakened. The Byakugan is adapting. And Isaiah’s mutation is stabilizing.”
The Hokage nodded grimly. “Then we’re out of time.”
He looked at the three Genin.
“You’re no longer students. You’re weapons. And the world is about to remember why it feared the Riftborn.”

Elsewhere…
In a dark chamber beneath the earth, a masked figure knelt before a glowing rift fragment.
“The Hoshigan has awakened,” he whispered. “The seal is breaking.”
A voice echoed from the void. “Then the Rift will open again. And this time… they won’t be ready.”

Chapter 3: The Whisper in the Forest (Rewritten)
The academy grounds were quiet after the sparring match. Most students had gone home, still buzzing about the clash between Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah. The three of them stayed behind, each unsettled by what had just happened.
None of them had expected the match to end the way it did — with strange flickers of power none of them could explain.
Shawn stood on the rooftop, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. A sleek, angular mask covered the lower half of his face, hiding his expression. Beneath it, his 1-Tomoe Hoshigan pulsed faintly, spinning slowly. He clenched his fist. Something inside me is waking up.
Down below, Jaden leaned against a training post. His hair was spiked and wild, and he wore a black shirt with one long sleeve and one short. His Byakugan was active, veins bulging at his temples. He flipped a kunai in his hand, but his usual smirk was gone. That thing I felt… it wasn’t mine. But it was watching.
Isaiah stood at the edge of the woods, his dreadlock-like hair swaying slightly. A thick fur collar wrapped around his neck, and his eyes were locked on the trees. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But he felt it — something in the forest was staring back.
A breeze rustled the leaves. Isaiah’s hand twitched toward his blade.
Nothing.
But the feeling didn’t leave.

That night, the three of them were summoned to the headmaster’s office. The room was dim, lit only by a single lantern. Scrolls lined the walls, and a large map of the village was pinned behind the desk.
The headmaster, an older shinobi with a long scar across his jaw, studied them in silence.
“You three,” he said finally, “are different.”
They didn’t respond.
“I don’t know what’s inside you. But I’ve seen enough to know this — something is coming. And when it does, you’ll either be our greatest hope… or our greatest threat.”
He turned to the window.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be sent on your first mission. A simple patrol. But stay sharp. The forest has been… restless.”
Outside, the wind howled.
And deep in the woods, something opened its eyes.

Chapter 1: The Day We Met
The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything.
Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him.
Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless.
Then came Isaiah.
He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting.
The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.”
The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled.
None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny.
And so, the story began.

Suggested Title: Echo Resonator: The Boy Who Sees the Last Memories (Vol. 1)
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What if an object's last memory was your own death?

Haru Tanaka is a high school student trapped in a world of static and echoes. He possesses a skill that no one else has: by touching any object, he can see the last memory recorded in it. For Haru, the world is nothing more than a collection of other people's moments, a constant noise that has forced him to isolate himself from everyone... except Yuuki, his childhood friend and the only person who seems to leave no trace in his visions.

His life changes drastically when he finds his lost cellphone in an abandoned classroom. When he touches it, the vision is not a memory from the past, but an echo of the future: a dark alley, a shadowy figure, a bloody knife, and the clock striking 11:11 PM. In the vision, the victim is Haru himself.

Can you change the future if it has already been written as a memory?

Join Haru in a frantic race against time in this supernatural psychological thriller. With only a few hours before the clock strikes the designated hour, Haru must use his gift to find out who is chasing him and why, while dealing with the growing mystery of Yuuki and the nature of his own powers.

Helen, or here hero name Elastigirl, was at home, looking sternly down at her son Dash, who was tiny in her hand, saying he is grounded and that she is taking him to his room. Then proceeds to stretch out her mid section to form a kangaroo like pouch, putting Dash into it before beginning to walk through the house

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