The Genjutsu Begins
Deep within the uncharted wilds, where even the wind fears to speak, a lone bird opened its eyes for the first time — and the forest fell silent. Its gaze burned through the mist, three black tomoe spinning in crimson irises that had never belonged to any creature of this world. What ancient bloodline surfaced in those feathers, what forbidden power chose this vessel, remains a question the darkness itself refuses to answer.