Naruto : Sequence 0 Visionary

Dr. Herzog shook his glass, taking the last sip of vodka. The burning sensation of the drink, almost like it could set his blood on fire, made him feel a sense of intoxication, as if only this could relieve some of the loneliness in his heart.

After all, in this eternally frozen land covered by ice, they were like a group of forgotten people, watching over the port and fortress in solitude.

"Dr. Herzog, are you listening?" Andre asked, noticing that the elderly man in the woolen coat hadn't responded. He urged again, more impatiently: "Something unexpected has happened with Number 1. We need you to come now."

"I hear you loud and clear, every word, Mr. Andre."

Herzog set his glass down and slowly stood up, adjusting his purple silk scarf. He spoke calmly, "But I'm enjoying my last glass of Red Label vodka this year. It's the kind of drink that makes a man's blood burn. Wasting even a drop would be a crime."

"With all due respect, Doctor, your priority should be Number 1, not the vodka," Andre said, twitching slightly at the corners of his eyes.

He had long known that this Nazi scientist "Jung Von Herzog" had an eccentric and obsessive personality, but he hadn't expected it to be to this extent.

"As I see it, both things are equally important."

Herzog smiled, then turned off the record player and said, "Now, you can take me. Let's see what trouble Number 1 is causing."

He walked ahead, stepping past Andre, and pushed open the office door.

What greeted his eyes was a patch of grass. It was hard to imagine that such grass could exist in the freezing Siberian wasteland, its green color almost giving a sense of spring.

On the lawn, children were chasing each other, ranging from three to twelve years old, all wearing neat white one-piece cotton outfits. Their eyes were bright, their faces rosy, and they looked very healthy. Medical staff were chasing after the children, occasionally measuring their temperature and giving them candy as rewards.

Herzog didn't stop walking; he continued across the lawn to another area.

The walls around them were made of specially reinforced steel, resembling a giant cage. Several base guards stood, guns in hand, their dark barrels aimed ahead at a small figure hidden in the shadows.

Herzog noticed that the soldiers' guns were set to fire, clearly ready to shoot at any moment.

Everyone's expression was tense, as if they had been shocked by something. Veins were bulging on their faces, and there was a trace of fear behind their fierce eyes.

The soldiers' hands, holding their guns, were slightly trembling.

But this didn't mean they were a group of cowardly and weak recruits. Every soldier sent to this port had been thoroughly screened—only the best of the best.

Yet, at this moment, these elite soldiers were filled with fear at the sight of a small figure, as if it were a demon from hell.

Herzog lifted his foot and suddenly noticed something sticky. Curious, he looked down to check.

He found his boot covered in clumps of thick, bloody flesh.

The blood and flesh were a deep red and finely shredded, like meat that had been thrown into a blender and then pulverized. No wonder it felt sticky underfoot.

Herzog's expression didn't change at all. He slowly lifted his head and looked at the small figure hidden in the shadows. "Researcher Andre, I need an explanation."

"We followed the usual procedure to examine Number 1," Andre said, his voice trembling as he recalled what had just happened. He swallowed nervously. "But during the examination, Number 1 suddenly broke free from its restraints and unleashed unbelievable strength, crushing several soldiers into a bloody pulp."

At that moment, the small figure stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached.

"Monster!"

"Don't come any closer!"

The already nervous soldiers became even more tense, shouting loudly, trying to stop the figure from coming closer.

"Gentlemen, please calm down," Herzog said emotionlessly. He approached the highest-ranking soldier and gently pushed his gun down. "Colonel, every child here is the most valuable asset of our country. You should understand what this means. So please, lower your weapon."

The colonel clenched his teeth, his eyes fixed on the figure. His voice trembled, still tinged with fear. "Dr. Herzog, I don't know what kind of experiment you're conducting here, but that child is dangerous. In just two seconds, he turned the two most elite soldiers into minced meat!"

"I know, Colonel," Herzog replied, giving him a cold glance. "I'm well aware of the danger that child poses. But before coming here, you should have been informed that everything inside this base is under my command. So… soldier, I order you to lower your weapon."

The Colonel struggled for a moment, then finally couldn't hold it in and said, "Dr. Herzog, I hope you won't regret this."

He waved his hand, signaling the nervous soldiers to lower their weapons.

A small figure approached. It was a child, around ten years old, with European features, light blonde, slightly curly short hair, and eyes that were unusual—golden and clear, almost pure, as if they could reflect the innermost thoughts of everyone around.

Herzog stared at the blonde boy, lost in thought.

The greatest secret of Black Swan Bay was the frozen corpse of a creature buried deep within. To this day, Herzog still remembered the indescribable shock he felt when he first saw it.

Deep under the building they stood in, encased in thick layers of ice, lay a terrifying giant. It was about sixty meters long, its body covered in scales, with dark blue bone spurs running down its spine, and its face was full of sharp bone protrusions.

When he first saw it, Herzog was certain—this was a "dragon," the kind only found in myths and legends!

The secret of the dragon, the attempt to steal the power of the "dragons" and revive it in humans—this was the reason why Herzog, and many others in Black Swan Bay, were willing to live in secrecy on this frozen land for millions of years, enduring blizzards and isolation.

"Doctor."

A young voice pulled Herzog from his memories and back to reality.

He looked down at the blonde boy in front of him, gently ruffled his hair, and asked in a soft tone, "Adam, you're a good boy. Can you tell me why you're doing this?"

The boy, named Adam, tilted his head in confusion and replied, "Doctor, I was just playing with them."

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