One evening, as the orange hue of the setting sun on his screen matched the sky outside his window, Kaito noticed something strange. A small, glowing glitch appeared right where Naruto Uzumaki’s carved ear should be. He reached out, his finger brushing the cool glass of the monitor.

Kaito spun around. There, leaning against the railing with a grin that could outshine the sunset, stood the Seventh Hokage himself. Naruto wasn't a collection of digital colors anymore; he was a presence of pure, golden energy.

"I... I was just looking at the view," Kaito stammered, realizing he was still wearing his pajamas.