The world dissolved into a dull hum.
The pain in his shoulder, once a white-hot, all-consuming fire, became a distant sensation. The worried voices of Tsunade and Shizune, shouting his name, distorted until they became an incomprehensible murmur, like the sound of wind through a crack.
His vision, which had been a whirlwind of agony, fractured. The inn’s backyard flickered, replaced by fragments of blue static.
Just before the darkness claimed him completely, a series of cold, familiar messages flashed in his field of vision, superimposed over the void.
[WARNING: HOST INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. CATASTROPHIC PHYSICAL DAMAGE DETECTED.] [EMERGENCY RECOVERY PROTOCOL INITIATED... FAILED.] [WARNING: ANOMALOUS POWER SOURCE (KYUBI) DESTABILIZED DUE TO PHYSICAL TRAUMA.] [CRITICAL SYSTEM ERROR. DATA CORRUPTION IMMINENT.] [REDIRECTING CONSCIOUSNESS TO BACKUP PLANE...]
And then, the nothingness devoured him.
There was no awakening. He simply… was. One moment he was in darkness, and the next, he was standing in the middle of a street he knew better than his own face.
Konoha.
But something was terribly wrong.
The air didn’t smell of dust and life; it smelled of burnt metal and stagnant electricity. The sky wasn’t blue; it was a perpetual, cloudless gray, like the screen of a powered-off television. The sounds of the village—the bustle of merchants, the laughter of children, the constant murmur of a living community—were absent.
There was only a low, steady hum, the vibration of a system on the verge of collapse.
Naruto looked at his hands. There was no wound, no blood. He wore his familiar orange jacket, but when he touched it, the fabric felt strange, textureless, like a hologram.
"What...? Where am I?" he whispered, and his own voice sounded muffled, absorbed by the oppressive silence.
He looked around. The buildings were there: the shops, the food stalls, the path to the Academy. But everything was… broken. The textures of the walls flickered, alternating between familiar wood and a pattern of red and black interference that hurt his eyes.
A villager walked past him. Naruto started to call out but stopped. The man's face was frozen in a static smile, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He moved with the rigidity of a puppet, repeating the same ten-step walking cycle before vanishing in a flicker of pixels and reappearing at the start of his route.
This isn't real. It's… a broken copy. My mind.
The system had sent him here. A "backup plane." A mental dungeon.
Panic, cold and sharp, began to climb up his throat. He approached the wall of a shop, one he remembered spray-painting with graffiti years ago.
He reached out to touch it, and his fingers passed through it as if it were smoke, dissipating the texture into a swarm of red and black digital insects that buzzed furiously before re-forming.
That’s when he felt it.
A vibration in the ground, a distortion in the air. The constant hum of corruption intensified, becoming a deep growl that shook the very foundations of his mental reality.
At the end of the street, something appeared.
It wasn't the Kyubi. It wasn't the giant, majestic fox from his nightmares. It was something worse.
It was a formless mass of bubbling red energy, a living error in the code of his soul. It had no eyes, no mouth, no defined limbs, but it moved with an unmistakable intent. Tendrils of red static extended from its core, touching the buildings as it passed.
Where they touched, the world unraveled. Walls dissolved into cascades of corrupted data, and streetlamps melted into puddles of black interference.
It wasn’t a creature; it was annihilation in motion.
The beast didn’t roar like an animal. The sound that emanated from its core was that of a million system errors occurring at once, a shriek of static and pure hatred that directly attacked Naruto's consciousness.
The "glitch" had detected him.
The survival instinct, older and more powerful than any conscious thought, took over.
Naruto didn’t think. He ran.
He tore through the fragmented streets of his own mind, his feet pounding on a pavement that was sometimes solid and sometimes threatened to dissolve beneath his weight.
Behind him, the sound of disintegration chased him, a reminder of his own inner world being erased.
Ichiraku!
The idea was a beacon of hope. His safe place, the only sanctuary he had ever known.
He rounded a corner, his eyes desperately searching for the familiar ramen stand. He saw it. The curtain, the sign, the promise of a hot bowl and a friendly smile.
But the "glitch" of the Kyubi, faster than he had anticipated, flowed down the street like a tide of digital blood. Its tendrils touched the corner of the stand.
The Ichiraku sign flickered, distorted, and dissolved into a shower of red and black characters. The curtain disintegrated. Naruto's sanctuary was erased from existence before his very eyes.
No. No, no, no.
Panic turned to desperation. He veered away, running aimlessly, the sound of annihilation at his heels.
My apartment. I have to get to my apartment.
He leaped onto a roof, feeling the tiles become unstable under his feet. He ran, jumping from building to building, each one flickering like a light about to go out.
He saw his apartment building. He climbed the fire escape two steps at a time, the metal groaning under the assault of the corruption spreading from below.
He reached his window. He was about to climb in when the entire wall of the building turned translucent, revealing an empty interior, without furniture, without memories.
Then, the wall disintegrated. His home, his only personal refuge, dissolved into nothing.
He had run out of safe places.
"I'm not going to run!" he shouted into the corrupted void, his voice trembling with rage and fear. "I'll fight!"
He landed on the street below and turned to face the beast, which now filled the entire avenue, a wave of red energy approaching inexorably.
"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"
Poof. Poof. Poof.
Three clones appeared beside him. They were unstable, their outlines flickering, but they were there.
"Let's get it!" one of the clones shouted.
They charged. The first clone threw a punch. His fist touched the bubbling surface of the "glitch."
There was no impact. No explosion. The clone simply dissolved. Its form unraveled into red static and was absorbed into the beast's mass, leaving not even a puff of smoke behind.
The second clone ran and also vanished. The third, halfway there, stopped, looked at its own hands as they disintegrated, and then disappeared.
Naruto backed away, horror freezing his blood. His techniques were useless. His chakra… was just more fuel for the fire.
The Rasengan! I have to try it!
He raised his right arm, his good hand. He concentrated, trying to feel the flow of chakra.
But the image of his physical arm, shattered and bloody in the inn's courtyard, superimposed itself on his mental vision. His arm on this plane was equally corrupt, flickering with error textures, unable to mold the chakra.
The memory of the pain, of the failure, of the explosion he himself had caused, struck him with the force of a physical blow.
He was completely defenseless.
He turned and ran again. He ran until his mental lungs burned, until the hum of corruption was the only thing he could hear.
He found himself trapped in a dead-end alley, a replica of the place where, once upon a time, Mizuki had tricked him.
The walls around him began to flicker, the textures crumbling. The exit was sealed by a wall of red static.
He was cornered.
The Kyubi "glitch" flowed into the alley, filling it, blocking out what little gray light remained. Its roar was a drill in Naruto's brain.
The formless mass of energy contracted, preparing for the final assault. It was going to lunge at him, to erase him, to absorb him into its own corruption.
Naruto closed his eyes, preparing for the end.
Just as the beast lunged, a warm, green light emanated from his chest.
It was soft, yet incredibly potent. The light formed a momentary barrier that repelled the creature.
The "glitch" recoiled, its roar turning into a shriek of frustration upon contact with that pure, healing energy.
Tsunade…
It was her. From the outside, from the real world, her medical chakra was fighting to hold him together, and that struggle manifested here as a defense.
The respite lasted only an instant. The green light flickered and faded. The Sannin's energy, in the real world, must have been running out.
The beast, no longer held back by the barrier, advanced again, more furious than before.
He was trapped. Again.
Exhausted, cornered, Naruto fell to his knees. Despair was a black ocean threatening to drown him.
As the beast loomed over him, a voice echoed in his mind. It wasn't his. It was Tsunade's voice, harsh, irritated, but filled with an undeniable truth.
"The power IS the rotation! The rotation IS the power! They're the same thing! Stop thinking and feel it!"
The words were a bolt of lightning in his darkness.
He realized it. His mistake. His stupid, colossal mistake.
He had been treating the "glitch" as an enemy to be defeated, as a monster to be punched.
But it wasn't an enemy. It was a symptom.
It was the result of his own power, the Kyubi's chakra, flowing without control, without a channel, corrupting the system because it had no structure to contain it.
He wasn't supposed to fight the monster. He was supposed to fix the leak.
He had to get to the source.
Naruto looked up. He looked past the red mass of energy, past the corrupted alley, toward the horizon of his mental Konoha.
And there, in the distance, where the Hokage Monument should be, he saw a light.
It wasn't red and chaotic. It was a pulse of blue energy, steady, serene, and powerful.
It was a light that radiated order in the midst of chaos.
The Seal. The Eight Trigrams Seal.
The Falna system interface flickered before his eyes, reinterpreting the ancient sealing technique into a language he now understood.
[SYSTEM CORE DETECTED. STABILITY: CRITICAL. INTEGRITY: 2%.]
It was no longer just a prison. It was the central processor, the core of his very being that was failing.
He had a goal.
The revelation gave him new strength, one born not of power, but of clarity.
He no longer had to win. He just had to get there.
The chakra beast, the "glitch," seemed to sense the change in his intent. Its roar altered.
It ceased to be a random force of destruction and reconfigured itself. The red mass solidified slightly, positioning itself directly between Naruto and the distant blue light.
It was no longer a wandering menace; it had become the guardian. The guardian protecting the source of its own chaotic power.
Naruto got to his feet. His mental body was still weak, but his will was steel.
He didn't look at the beast. He looked at the blue light.
And he ran.
He made one last, desperate effort. He wasn’t running to escape, but to reach.
He dodged a tendril of red energy that tried to ensnare him. He leaped over a piece of pavement that was disintegrating under his feet.
The beast roared, furious at his audacity, and gave chase.
He was close. Just a few meters away. He could see the "Seal Core" clearly now.
It wasn't just a light; it was a brilliant blue energy interface, a complex web of sealing formulas spinning in a perfect sphere.
It was beautiful. It was order. It was the solution.
He stretched out his hand, his fingers about to touch the serene surface of the sphere.
About to stabilize the system. About to save himself.
But the guardian was faster.
Just as he was about to touch it, the beast caught him.
He didn't feel a blow. He felt an unmaking.
A claw of red energy, sharp and made of pure corruption, pierced him through the back, emerging from his chest.
There was no blood. His mental body simply began to disintegrate at that point, the red static consuming him from within.
The blue light of the Seal began to flicker, growing unstable.
Naruto looked down at the claw of red energy protruding from his torso, then at the fading light.
He was so close.
The last thing he saw, before his vision filled with interference, was a final message from the system, flashing red, fragmented, dying.
[SYSTEM... FAILURE... IMMINENT...]