zetsu dragon 2.0

The sun rose over the jagged peaks of the Draconian Valley, washing the stone nests in a warm golden light. The air shimmered faintly with chakra energy—ancient and alive. High above the mist, a young dragon stood at the edge of her family’s nesting cliffs. Behind her, the cries of her kin echoed, proud and sorrowful all at once. It was tradition for every young dragon to leave the family roost when their wings were strong enough to claim a piece of the world. The wind tugged at her scales, carrying the scents of forest, river, and faraway mountains—each a promise of untamed skies and unknown dangers. She took one last look back. The elder dragons—massive, glimmering, and wise—watched in silence, their eyes like molten gold. “Fly true,” her mother rumbled softly, her voice rolling like thunder beneath the earth. And with that blessing, the young dragon spread her wings. A powerful gust swept under them as she leapt, catching the current and soaring into the open expanse. Below, the world stretched endlessly: rivers like silver threads, forests thick and humming with chakra, and distant shadows of other dragons—some friendly, some less so. Today marked the beginning of her journey—to find her own territory, her own place in a world dominated by mighty dragon clans: the Akatsuki in their volcanic ranges, the Leaf dragons in their hidden forest valleys, and others beyond the clouds. But before destiny set her on a path to meet the mysterious Zetsu, she first had to define who she was.