Here is Chapter 4, written in the same style. First person POV, no
The sun was setting. The battlefield had gone quiet. Not peaceful quiet. The quiet of a graveyard after the crows leave.
I walked through the smoke with silent feet. Stealth Walk. No sound. No chakra signature. Just a ghost wearing a dead man's sandals.
The voice. Three extractions remaining for tomorrow. Recommend finding a safe location to rest.
Not yet. I need to see who is still alive.
Ahead, I heard voices. One loud. One cold. One tired.
Believe it! We are not leaving him behind!
Naruto. That idiot. Still shouting like the world was not ending.
Tssss. Shut up, loser. He is dead. Look at him.
Sasuke. Standing over a body. His Sharingan spinning. His hand on his sword.
I crept closer. Stayed behind a broken wall. Peeked through a crack.
Kakashi was on the ground. Sitting. Leaning against a rock. His vest was torn. Blood on his forehead. One eye closed. The other watching Naruto and Sasuke argue.
Naruto's face was red. His fists clenched. Tears and dirt mixed on his cheeks.
He is not dead! He is just... just resting!
Aaah. Sasuke sighed. His voice flat. His eyes cold like winter.
His arm is gone, Naruto. People do not rest without arms.
I looked at Kakashi. Ohh. His left sleeve was empty. Burned at the shoulder. The smell of cooked flesh still hung in the air.
Kakashi spoke. His voice calm. Too calm.
Naruto. Sit down. You are bleeding.
I am fine! I can still fight! I can still...
Naruto fell to his knees. Ghhaa. A kunai was stuck in his leg. He had not noticed. Too much adrenaline. Too much rage.
Hahahah. A weak laugh from Kakashi. You are just like your father. Stupid. Brave. Too stubborn to feel pain.
Sasuke turned away. Looked at the burning forest. His jaw tight.
Madara is still out there. We cannot stay here.
Then what do you want to do, Sasuke? Run away? Like you always do?
Sasuke spun around. His hand shot out. Grabbed Naruto by the collar.
Tssss. Say that again.
Naruto grabbed Sasuke's wrist. His blue eyes met black eyes. Sparks flew between them.
I stepped out from behind the wall.
Stop.
Both of them turned. Naruto's eyes widened. Sasuke's hand moved to his sword.
Who are you? Sasuke's voice was a blade.
I have never met them. Not really. I was just a number. A shadow. A genin who never took the exam. But they looked at me like I was a stranger. Because I was.
My name is Shin Anaro. I am from Konoha.
Naruto blinked. His grip on Sasuke's wrist loosened.
From Konoha? I have never seen you before.
I am a ghost. Most ghosts stay hidden.
Hoh. Sasuke let go of Naruto. His eyes scanned me. The Sharingan spinning.
You are lying. Your chakra feels wrong. Like... like many people stacked inside one body.
Ghhaa. Sharp. The last Uchiha was not stupid.
Kakashi raised his head. His visible eye narrowed.
What happened to your hands?
I looked down. Lightning was still crackling between my fingers. Small arcs. Blue and hungry.
I died today. Then I got better.
Naruto tilted his head. Confused. His whisker marks twitched.
You died? How can you get better from dying?
Madara killed me. Put a rod through my chest. Then something woke up inside me. A system. It lets me take power from the dead.
Silence. The wind blew ash across the field.
Sasuke laughed. A short laugh. Not happy. Bitter.
Hah. Another freak. Just what we need.
Naruto punched Sasuke's arm.
Shut up! He said Madara killed him. That means he fought Madara and lived. That is more than you did.
Tssss. I was fighting the White Zetsu army while you were crying over a scratch.
Enough. Kakashi struggled to stand. His empty sleeve swung loose. He limped toward me. Stopped three meters away.
What do you want, Shin Anaro?
I looked at him. The Copy Ninja. The man who had seen everything. His eye was tired. But sharp. Waiting for a lie.
I want to kill Madara. Then I want to kill whoever brought him back. Then I want to end this war.
Naruto's eyes lit up. Like a child hearing a story.
Really? You can kill Madara?
I already did. Once. Then someone with a resurrection system brought him back.
Sasuke stepped closer. His voice low.
Resurrection system. Explain.
I do not know much. But I am not the only one who died and woke up with power. Someone else has a system that brings back the dead. Pain. Madara. The Hokages. Every villain. They are building an army.
Naruto's face went pale.
Pain? You mean... Nagato?
Yes.
Aaah. Naruto's hands shook. His eyes filled with memories. The rain. The giant summon. The speech about pain and peace.
Kakashi spoke. His voice hard.
How do you know this?
Because I saw them. A vision. When I extracted Flying Raijin from a dead jonin. The system showed me the enemy. A man in a mask. Not Obito. Someone else. Someone who laughs like broken glass.
Hahahahahaha. No. That laugh came from the forest.
We all turned.
A figure stepped out of the smoke. Tall. Wearing a black coat with red clouds. A mask with swirls. But the voice was wrong. Too high. Too sharp.
Tobi? Naruto's voice cracked.
The figure tilted its head.
Tobi is dead. I am something else. Call me... The Collector.
Sasuke drew his sword. Lightning covered the blade.
Where is Itachi?
Hohoho. The Collector laughed. Itachi? Ohh, he is coming. They are all coming. Pain. Madara. The First Hokage. The Second. The Third. The Fourth. Everyone who ever died with a grudge.
Ghhaa. My blood went cold.
Naruto stepped forward. His fists raised. His eyes burning.
I do not care how many dead people you bring. I will protect my friends. Believe it!
The Collector clapped slowly. Mocking.
So brave. So loud. So... predictable.
He raised one hand. A black portal opened behind him. Shapes moved inside. Corpses. Walking corpses with glowing eyes.
Your friends are already dead, Naruto. You just do not know it yet.
Kakashi grabbed Naruto's shoulder. Pulled him back.
We need to retreat. Now.
No! I am not running!
Sasuke grabbed Naruto's other shoulder.
Tssss. Idiot. Live to fight another day. That is what survivors do.
Naruto looked at me. His eyes desperate.
Shin. You can kill them, right? You killed Madara once.
I looked at my hands. The lightning was gone. The fire was sleeping. My head was pounding. Three extractions left for tomorrow. None for today.
I cannot. Not yet. I need more power.
Hahahahahah. The Collector laughed again. His voice echoing across the field.
Then run, little ghost. Run and hide. Gather your stolen scraps. Because when I come back, I will bring everyone you ever lost.
The portal grew. The walking corpses stepped out. Ten. Twenty. Fifty.
Sasuke pulled Naruto. Kakashi limped. I turned and ran.
Behind me, the Collector shouted.
See you soon, Shin Anaro! Bring your best! Hahahahahahah!
We ran through the smoke. Through the bodies. Through the ash.
Naruto was crying. Silent tears. His fists still clenched.
Sasuke was quiet. His Sharingan spinning. Tracking every shadow.
Kakashi was falling behind. His empty sleeve flapping.
I grabbed Kakashi's arm. Pulled him forward.
Ghhaa. He grunted. Said nothing.
The voice inside my head. Three extractions tomorrow. Choose carefully. The Collector is not lying. The dead are coming.
I know.
We reached a cave. Dark. Hidden. Safe for one night.
Naruto collapsed against the wall. Put his head in his hands.
Sasuke stood guard at the entrance. His back straight. His eyes never stopping.
Kakashi sat down. Closed his eye. Breathed slow.
I sat in the corner. Looked at my palms. Empty now. But tomorrow, I would fill them with fire and lightning and the screams of ghosts.
Hahahaha. A quiet laugh escaped my lips. Not happy. Just tired.
The Collector wanted my best. He had no idea what my best looked like.
I closed my eyes. The system hummed inside my chest. Hungry. Waiting.
Tomorrow. I will feed.
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