Chapter 7: Night of Revelation

Night had draped its veil over the peaceful village of Canra, casting everything into darkness save for the flickering torches that dotted the streets. Samuel, on his nightly vigil, sensed a disturbance—an eerie silence that belied the usual tranquility of the orphanage where he and his companions resided.

His heart quickened as he neared the orphanage grounds, the echoes of his footsteps mingling with the distant sounds of revelry from the Spring festival. Suddenly, a muffled cry pierced the stillness, pulling Samuel towards the source like a moth to flame.

There, amidst the shadows, he found the unthinkable—a group of armed men, their faces twisted with malice, dragging Lyla away. Ray, Baron Williams' son, stood at the forefront, a sneer of satisfaction marring his features as he detailed his vile intentions to his captive.

"I hope you enjoy your last moments of freedom," Ray taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tonight, you'll learn the price of defying me."

Lyla, bound and defiant, spat in his face—a gesture of courage that only stoked Ray's fury. "You'll regret this," she vowed, her voice trembling but resolute.

Samuel watched in horror and fury, his mind racing with a plan. Drawing upon skills honed in another life, he moved with the precision of a seasoned assassin. From his belt, he withdrew knives, treating them not as mere tools but as extensions of his will.

With a flick of his wrist, Samuel hurled a knife-turned-shuriken towards the nearest soldier. The blade struck true, embedding itself in the man's shoulder with a grunt of pain. Before the others could react, Samuel swiftly closed the distance, a steel wire gleaming in his hand.

In a fluid motion, he looped the wire around another soldier's neck, pulling tight with lethal intent. The soldier gasped, clawing at the wire in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was too late. Samuel's eyes narrowed with determination as he delivered swift justice, severing the man's life with a single decisive slice.

Chaos erupted as the remaining soldiers turned towards Samuel, their weapons drawn in a frenzy of panic and rage. Undeterred, Samuel's hands moved with deadly precision. Two knives flew from his grasp, propelled by his mana infused strength. One soldier fell, the blade piercing his heart, while the other stumbled, clutching at his throat where Samuel's second knife had found its mark.

Only one soldier remained, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Samuel advanced with silent menace, his presence like a specter of death in the moonlit night. With a final stroke, he dispatched the soldier with a clean slice across the throat, ending the threat once and for all.

In the midst of the chaos, Baron Williams' son, Ray, desperate and enraged, seized Lyla as a hostage. "Back off!" he snarled, his voice thick with fear and fury. "Or she dies!"

Samuel, now embracing the power he somehow knew lay dormant within him—a power reminiscent of the Sharingan from his past life—focused his energy. With a whispered incantation, he summoned a new magic, a fusion of light and spirit, casting it with the speed of thought.

The Body Flicker Technique propelled him forward, a blur of motion. In an instant, he closed the distance, his knife glinting in the torchlight. With a deft movement, he severed the hold on Lyla, freeing her from Ray's grasp.

A surge of world energy enveloped Samuel, swirling around him like a shimmering funnel. Silver light cascaded from above, black energy surged from below, and within, a mixture of green hues danced in harmony. His mana core, once bright red, now glowed with an intense orange hue, a testament to his growth and awakening power.

Unbeknownst to Samuel, his actions reverberated far beyond the village of Canra. In the heart of the Empire, a dragon stirred in its lair, sensing the surge of power. In the vast Blood Desert, a phoenix took flight, drawn by the resonance of spirit. And within the halls of the Griffon Kingdom, a royal griffon sensed a shift in the balance of magic, its keen eyes narrowing with interest.

As Samuel stood amidst the aftermath of battle, his breath ragged and heart pounding, he knew that this night had forever altered his path. The innocence of childhood had given way to the harsh realities of survival and responsibility.

Breathing heavily, Samuel stood amidst the aftermath of his swift and decisive action. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, a stark reminder of the brutality he had just witnessed and meted out. 

Turning to Lyla, he found her unconscious but unharmed, her breathing steady despite the ordeal. Gently, he checked her bindings, ensuring they were secure yet not constricting. As he knelt beside her, a surge of power coursed through him—a sensation akin to the Sharingan from his past life, awakening within him in this new world of magic and mystery.

Samuel knew that this night had irrevocably changed him. The innocence of childhood had been shattered by the harsh realities of betrayal and violence. 

As he lifted Lyla gently into his arms, Samuel's gaze hardened with resolve. 

The night sky hung heavy over Canra, a blanket of stars casting soft glimmers upon the village below. Samuel, returning from the harrowing rescue of Lyla.

As he sat in quiet contemplation, Samuel's mind drifted to the unusual phenomena he had experienced during his recent ordeal. Amidst the chaos of battle, something within him had stirred—a power akin to the legendary Susanoo of his previous life. This manifestation, born of intense emotion and the flow of world energy, had cloaked him in robes and ornate armor, its wings spreading wide like those of an eagle. Samuel marveled at the sight, realizing the extent of his awakening in this magical world.

But along with this awe-inspiring form came the return of his Sharingan—the "Copy Wheel Eye" of the Uchiha clan. Though a potent tool of perception and illusion, it carried with it the weight of history and a legacy of tragedy.

With the Sharingan's "Eye of Insight," Samuel found himself capable of analyzing chore magic and other mystical techniques with newfound clarity. The mysteries of ninjutsu and elemental manipulation, once foreign, now felt within reach. He began to adapt techniques like the Body Flicker Jutsu to his current magical repertoire, blending his past expertise with the essence of this new realm.

In his solitude, Samuel honed his skills further. The shadow clone jutsu finally took shape after relentless practice. These ethereal doppelgangers, crafted from his own mana and willpower, mirrored his every move and intent—an army of one.

But it wasn't just his techniques that evolved. Samuel noticed a profound change within his physical being. The process of funneling world energy had fortified his body, granting him resilience and endurance beyond his previous human limits. Each fiber of his being felt tougher, more attuned to the demands of his newfound role as guardian and protector.

As dawn approached, bathing the village in the gentle hues of morning, Samuel stood at the threshold of a new chapter. The events of the night had reshaped him. 

After the harrowing events of the night, Samuel escorted Lyla safely back to the orphanage. Once assured of her well-being under the care of the nuns, Samuel retreated to the forest,.

Here, surrounded by the comforting embrace of nature, Samuel resumed training his understanding and mastery of the magic that now coursed through his veins.

With the Sharingan's keen insight and the fledgling proficiency of his awakened abilities, he endeavored to replicate and adapt other ninjutsu from his previous life. Yet it proved difficult.

Based on the mounting forces of gravity, it could be analyzed or interpreted that Samuel has enjoyed his stay at the lovely wilderness's forest however and he seems to have been there for more than a few days. Few weeks later, lateral thinking was called for, and so it happened that, once again, a dominant figure made an appearance in the green fertile area.

Ever since Samuel sighted Gaja for the first time, who looked like a large cabbage but with a huge intimidating elephant head, Gaja had walked towards him in a rather dignified manner that one would not have expected from such a large head. The plumes used to construct his headgear danced gently in the wind showing just how ancient of a being he was.

With a mixture of fear and excitement, Samuel steppd carefully toward Gaja, feeling his breath coming quicker. Was it possible that an emperor beast could understand their language, what they say, the tones in which they say it, and every emotion conveyed through the words?

As if reading his mind, Gaja replied in a voice that traveled through the winds and trees to Samuel's ears, "Young one." The creature continued, gaze heavy with years of experience, "You smell of magic and shadows. It is curious to find you here."

Feeling more assured by the beast's composed face, he spoke for the first time. "Gaja," he senses the seriousness of the issue, and so starts, "Do you remember me? Have we shared an experience, or perhaps even a place in time together?"

Now why did that emperor beast look at him as if he understood the question and as if his trunk was swaying in thinking? "This world is like a loom," said Gaja in response to the question, "where fibers are fastened and detached, parallel creating stories of relationships and fortunes. Of our possible meetings, only time and destiny will make clear."

AN - Gaja have power like soul vision allowing them to see a bit of destiny

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