Gyoken, his heart pounding with both fear and curiosity, moved slowly but resolutely towards the eerie, purple-hued smoke that hung ominously in the air. Each step he took felt like a monumental decision, an act of defiance against the unknown forces that had engulfed this place. He couldn't help but wonder if venturing into this mysterious fog was worth the potential risks. The truth hidden within the smoke beckoned him, its secrets tantalizingly close yet shrouded in danger. As he ventured further into the swirling haze, Gyoken's eyes widened with astonishment and trepidation. Silhouettes flickered in and out of existence before him, like phantoms in the mist. It was a disconcerting sight, one that would have made a lesser ninja turn and flee. But Gyoken pressed on, his curiosity outweighing his unease.
Just as he had gathered the resolve to dash recklessly into the smoky abyss, he was abruptly halted. A sudden, firm grip wrapped around his form, and Gyoken's instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he drew a kunai, hands trembling with the mix of adrenaline and uncertainty. In that moment, his Sharingan activated, revealing the crimson scarlet hue with two distinctive tomoe swirling in each eye. Before him stood another child, just like himself. Gyoken's defensive posture quickly shifted to one of relief as he realized the stranger meant him no harm. A radiant smile broke across Gyoken's face, as if a light had been switched on in his soul. The stranger, now introduced as Kyo, inquired about the situation, expressing his own lack of memory about the previous day.
"You're pretty rude for not starting off with your name, two-tone kid, so I'll go first. I'm Uchiha Gyoken," he replied, his voice a harmonious blend of politeness and excitement. Gyoken had been lonely and disoriented amidst the enigmatic smoke, but Kyo's arrival filled him with hope and camaraderie.
Gyoken's Sharingan reverted to its initial purpose, scanning the purple haze with analytical precision. The chakra signatures of the people within it were slowly fading, and Gyoken couldn't stand idly by. With a swift and practiced motion, he retrieved a wire string and kunai from his ninja pouch. Aiming with precision, he attached the kunai to the arms or legs of the civilians within the smoke, then deftly pulled them out of the enigmatic fog. Three individuals now laid before him, their bodies limp and lifeless, victims of an unknown peril. Gyoken knew he had to act quickly, despite his limited knowledge of medical ninjutsu. He had honed his skills in fire jutsu for offensive purposes, not healing. Desperation spurred him to try something unorthodox. He focused his chakra into his hands, the flames of his Uchiha heritage dancing in his palms. Gently but firmly, he pressed his hands onto the bodies of the fallen civilians, watching closely as the flames did not sear but instead began to envelop their forms. It was a technique he had never tried before, an attempt to cleanse their systems of whatever malevolent force had incapacitated them. Slowly but surely the evaporated gas would begin to depart from their lips pores, causing them to cough though still disorientate as if they had woken up from the dead. The Sharingan, like an all-seeing eye, traced the intricate dance of chakra within their bodies. Gyoken couldn't be sure if it would work, but he was determined to save these innocent lives from whatever peril had befallen them.