Space and Time

This year's rain was like an uncontrolled floodgate of tears from the heavens, pouring down in unprecedented quantities and with extraordinary intensity.

Raindrops tumbled and fell densely from the clouds, the cold rain pounding heavily on the old roof tiles, each drop filled with chill, seemingly trying to pierce the tiles.

Rainwater trickled down the eaves, flowing into the narrow, dark ditch, murmuring as if venting its frustration at being trapped by the floodwaters.

These thin streams, carrying impurities, slowly flow into the river, making the already calm waters restless and turbulent.

The moist wind swirled and drifted in the air, wildly and unrestrainedly swirling and stirring up scattered leaves and branches, causing them to dance wildly in the air.

The bamboo blinds by the window swayed gently in the breeze, making a pattering sound that echoed through the empty room.

The wind, carrying the mixed scents of rain, mud, and earth, rudely rushed into the spacious room, the scent spreading rapidly and making the air feel heavy.

Beneath the swaying bamboo curtain, a hazy figure leaned silently against the window.

That was Koki. He was quiet and aloof, like a wisp of willow catkin drifting in the wind, or a wandering ghost, homeless and without a path to follow, wandering only in his own world.

His gaze was distant and indifferent, a hint of sadness hidden in his eyes, as if he were affected by the continuous drizzle.

Perhaps he wasn't gazing into the distance, but rather feeling the fresh air and the coolness of the icy raindrops hitting his face.

The cold rain lashed against his face. He closed his eyes slightly, indulging in the feeling, pouring out his inner secrets and longing.

The arrival of Uchiha Izuna shattered the tranquility; his steps were soft, as if afraid of disturbing the surreal scenery.

He sighed helplessly, assuming that Koki was daydreaming again.

In fact Koki was completely absorbed in her body.

It was a sea of consciousness filled with a mysterious purple light, its deep color depicting strange shapes.

Within the Ryūmyaku Space, Koki was enveloped by boundless mystery.

In the vast, dark depths, as boundless as the stars, the purple torrent of the Ryūmyaku surged forth, its momentum like ten thousand horses galloping, causing the entire space to tremble, and shimmering light danced gracefully above the torrent.

Koki's brows furrowed, her eyes revealing anxiety and urgency, her voice tinged with deep anger. "[When will I be able to go back?]"

At that very moment, a gigantic purple eye suddenly opened in the space above.

Those eyes were enormous, almost taking up half of the space, radiating a chilling pressure that made them appear incredibly terrifying.

However, the voice emanating from those awe-inspiring eyes was like the sweetest spring water in a mountain stream, as soft as a child's laughter. "Master, there's no need to worry. Once you've adapted and integrated, you can return safely."

[...] Koki's expression grew increasingly solemn, her lips slightly pursed, and a shadow of gloom flashed across her eyes.

Recalling this bizarre experience, he was filled with helplessness and bitterness.

Since completing the Rōran mission, his life has completely gone off track, and he has been caught in an endless vortex of time and space.

Sasori was the first person he encountered on this journey through chaotic time and space, and he finally understood why Sasori seemed to know him so well. He also met Gaara, Kimimaro...

He was like a lost traveler, wandering through the labyrinth of time, shuttling between unfamiliar worlds, stopping briefly, and before he could even get to know them, he was mercilessly swept into the next unknown vortex.

This time, he arrived in the Warring States period and stayed there for a much longer time than in any of his previous time periods.

Upon his arrival, Koki was deeply confused and tried his best to find answers. At first, he naively believed that the system he relied on had malfunctioned.

So he kept trying to communicate with the system, but as time went by, the system's response was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no news at all.

At that moment, Koki truly realized the seriousness of the situation.

Just when he was in despair, the Ryūmyaku appeared. After some conversation, Koki finally realized that the mysterious seal he had broken in Rōran was the culprit that triggered this series of time-space travels.

The Ryūmyaku promised to send him back as soon as possible, a promise that gave Koki a glimmer of hope.

However, time flies, and he has waited too long, so long that he has begun to doubt whether he can truly return to that familiar home.

In the stillness of the night, he often gazed at this unfamiliar Warring States period starry sky, and the familiar figures of his hometown would appear in his mind.

He couldn't imagine the panic and heartbreak they would feel after he disappeared.

Are Mom and Dad alright? Has Sasuke grown up?

Will they search for me everywhere?

Will some people fall into despair because of this?

Thinking of these things, Koki felt a pain in her heart that made it hard to breathe.