In the days that followed, the seal whispered.
The transformation was not heroic. It was wrong . Skin grayed to ash. Hair darkened to ink. From his back, membranous wings of pure chakra tore through his shirt—not to fly, but to loom . He moved like a puppet whose strings had been cut, yet faster than any living thing. Against the sound ninja, he didn’t fight. He unmade . Each strike was precise, cruel, and utterly without hesitation. cursed seal naruto
When the chunin exams erupted into chaos, he finally let go. In the days that followed, the seal whispered