Crazy Shinobi: Rise of the uzumaki Clan

Chapter 28: The Hidden Creation

Shinsui's POV

In the dim light of my underground forge, two creations stood before me.

The first was known to the world—the Lock of Absolutism, a seal unlike any other, capable of binding anything so long as the vessel could endure its prisoner. It was a tool of control, of restraint, a safeguard for the future. I had given it to Mito to keep safe, knowing its power was far too great to fall into careless hands.

But the second…

The second was my true masterpiece.

A long-handled scythe, dark as the void, rested on a stone pedestal. Its curved blade gleamed under the soft glow of ambient chakra, its metal infused with the essence of natural energy itself. The weapon pulsed faintly, almost as if it were alive—because in a way, it was.

No one knew of this creation. Not Hashirama. Not Mito. Not anyone.

While I had worked on the Lock of Absolutism, forging it for the sake of the world, I had also worked on this—a weapon that did not merely cut, but absorbed. A weapon that drew in the very energy of the world around it, funneling it into something hidden within.

A world.

A self-sustaining realm, locked within the scythe's core.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the cool surface of the weapon. As I did, my consciousness expanded, stretching beyond the forge, beyond the physical plane, into the world I had nurtured.

Inside, time moved one thousand times faster than in the real world.

A millennium for every year that passed here.

And within that accelerated realm, life flourished. The land stretched infinitely, vast continents forming, rivers carving through valleys, skies swirling with power. The energy it absorbed from the outside world was not wasted—it was transformed, reshaped, becoming the very foundation of this realm.

A world that no longer depended on the chakra of the real world. A world that, given enough time, could stand as its own reality.

I pulled back, my vision snapping back to the forge. The scythe remained as it was, unassuming to any who did not know its secret.

To the world, I had simply forged a powerful weapon.

They did not know what it truly was.

I picked it up, feeling the weight settle in my hands. The scythe hummed, responding to my touch, as if it recognized its creator.

Mito had once told me that I thought too far ahead. That I prepared for things that others could not yet comprehend.

Perhaps she was right.

But if the world was ever to change, if true peace was ever to be achieved, then I needed to be prepared. Not just for today, or tomorrow, but for the centuries and millennia to come.

This was my answer.

A hidden world. A growing power. A future that only I could see.

I twirled the scythe once, feeling the energy ripple through the air. It was ready. The question was… when would I need it?

For now, the world would remain ignorant.

And I would wait.

To Be Continued…