Elemental Nations...
Minato Namikaze was in the thick of battle, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he darted through the chaos. At just fourteen, he was already a prodigy. A shinobi unlike any other, but this was no ordinary battle. His senses were heightened, his every nerve on edge as he faced enemies with more experience than he could compete with. The world around him was a blur of kunai, jutsu, and blood. This was the world of shinobi in its darkest and he was just a boy fighting to live.
In the midst of it all, he saw the flash of a powerful technique. Something dark, sinister, and unfamiliar. He had no time to react, only to activate his new jutsu. The Flying Thunder God Technique in a desperate bid to escape.
But something went wrong.
The world twisted around him, and instead of reappearing on the battlefield, Minato felt himself being pulled through a vortex of energy, tumbling through time and space. His mind raced wondering what had gone wrong? Where was he going? Was he going to die?
Then, suddenly, the whirlwind ceased and Minato, feeling the weight of the world crashing into his body slipped into unconsciousness.