The Boy Who Couldn’t Be Stopped

He died nameless. No family. No legacy. Just a boy who drifted through life like a shadow, surviving on scraps and silence. The world never noticed him. Not when he cried. Not when he vanished. But the universe did. In the moment between his last breath and oblivion, something ancient stirred. A ripple in fate. A whisper of power. Chakra, dormant in his soul, flared one final time—and the Six Eyes opened. He was chosen. Reborn into a world of wands and wonder, he opened his eyes in a crib beneath a flickering candle. Magic pulsed around him, wild and untamed. But within him, something deeper thrummed—chakra coils, precise and potent. And the Six Eyes… they saw everything. He was no longer nameless. He was no longer powerless. And Hogwarts would never be ready.