Silence ruled the universe.
Not the peaceful kind—but the suffocating emptiness that came after everything had already been taken.
Planets… gone.
Stars… dimmed.
Life… harvested.
At the edge of existence, where even time hesitated to flow, an ancient being opened his eyes.
Gamamaru — the Great Toad Sage.
His body was withered, his breath shallow, but his gaze… still saw everything.
"So it has finally come… the end written beyond prophecy."
Before him floated fragments of a shattered world. Pieces of civilizations erased by the ever-hungry Ōtsutsuki Clan.
Even the future he once foresaw had been devoured.
But not all threads were gone.
There was still… one possibility.
The Forbidden Revival
Gamamaru raised his trembling hand.
Ancient symbols—older than chakra itself—spread across the void like glowing constellations.
"I will not guide the future… I will create it."
This was no ordinary jutsu.
This was Rebirth of Origin Chakra, a technique that traded the user's remaining lifespan… for a miracle.
Two names echoed through existence.
Two legends that once shaped the world.
Hashirama Senju
Madara Uchiha
The void trembled.
Time reversed in fragments.
Chakra that had long faded began to gather—pulling, screaming, reforming.
Gamamaru coughed, his life force unraveling.
"Return… not as you were… but as what is needed."
Birth of a Monster
Darkness.
Then—
Awareness.
Madara opened his eyes.
But there was no air.
No ground.
No world.
Only endless space.
Yet… he stood.
No—he floated, unmoving, untouched by the laws of life.
His chest did not rise.
His lungs did not breathe.
And still… he lived.
A slow smile formed on his face.
"Interesting… even death has evolved."
His eyes glowed—not merely the Rinnegan, but something deeper, something empty.
A power born from nothingness itself.
Madara clenched his hand.
The surrounding vacuum bent slightly, as if reality itself resisted him.
"So this is the new era…"
Somewhere deep within his being, knowledge formed instinctively:
Super Genin — a rank that should not exist.
A contradiction.
A beginning disguised as the lowest form… yet surpassing gods.
Madara laughed softly into the silent void.
The Seed of a World
Far away—where even Madara's perception could not reach—
another presence awakened.
Hashirama fell to his knees.
There was no ground beneath him.
Yet roots… began to grow.
His body had changed.
Golden hair flowed like sunlight.
His ears had elongated—refined, almost divine.
His skin carried glowing markings, pulsing with nature itself.
He touched his face.
"This form… it won't fade…"
This was no longer Sage Mode.
This was permanent evolution.
A mutation.
A blessing.
A curse.
Hashirama closed his eyes—and felt it.
Not chakra.
Not life.
But something deeper…
The memory of creation itself.
Genesis Mokuton
He placed his hand forward into empty space.
"If there is no world…"
A single root sprouted.
Tiny. Fragile.
Impossible.
"…then I will make one."
The root expanded instantly—branching, twisting, multiplying.
Wood Release… had changed.
No—
It had ascended.
Within moments, a structure formed:
Soil from nothing
Water from condensed chakra
Air forming through unseen reactions
A seed of a planet.
Hashirama's breathing grew heavy.
Even in this evolved form, the cost was enormous.
A realization struck him:
"Seven days…"
That was the time required.
Seven days to create a world stable enough… for life to exist.
Seven days to defy extinction.
The Enemy Descends
Back in the void—
Madara stopped smiling.
He felt it.
A distortion.
A presence that consumed even silence.
From the darkness, a figure emerged.
White robes. Pale skin. Horns reaching toward infinity.
An evolved being of the Ōtsutsuki Clan.
But this one was different.
Its aura… erased space itself.
"Lifeform detected… anomaly classification."
Its voice was emotionless.
"You exist… without permission."
Madara stepped forward.
Still not breathing.
Still smiling.
"Permission?"
His eyes gleamed with war.
"You're in my battlefield."
Clash of the Void
The Otsutsuki moved first.
Instant.
Space cracked.
Madara vanished—and reappeared behind it.
A single strike—
The void shattered like glass.
Shockwaves rippled through nothingness.
For the first time in ages…
The universe felt violence again.
Final Scene
Far away, the small planet continued to grow.
Forests spread.
Clouds formed.
The first winds began to move.
Hashirama stood at its center, glowing like a newborn sun.
Day 1… had begun.
Back in the void—
Madara faced not one…
But multiple descending figures.
More Otsutsuki.
More monsters.
He rolled his shoulders calmly.
"Good."
A grin spread across his face.
"Try to survive this era."
To Be Continued — Chapter 2: "Seven Days of Creation"