The glaring sun shines upon the cabin, the surroundings looked magical as it had many sky-rise trees, different flowers that wouldn't usually appear out of nowhere. Inside the cabin, the dim light of moonlight passes through the small window and lightens up the dark cabin. A bed with curtain lace drawn to the cover is currently inside it, the table which is placed beside the table with a unique flower on top of it.

Inside the white colored delicate vase, the flower looked a bit like a rose, yet had more petals on it, the densely packed pink petals and fragrant smell spread across the room. The wind blows the curtain covering the bed, a bewitching face can be seen sleeping at the moment, her violet colored hair descends at her waist.

The weird thing is that she`s been sleeping for about five years now, no sign of consciousness can be traced upon her face. Maybe fate might arrange something for her, right?

The charm of the forest where the cabin is located is really mesmerizing, who would've guessed that this forest contains such a secret. A silver haired young boy can be seen running at this forest right now, he looked a bit dazed as he desperately ran forward. Then, his tract slowed down, he'd notice that the path he has been desperately running towards has been different.

You can see that the surroundings here are much more organized. The path was soft with dirt, on each side, flowers were placed carefully as it has been meticulously grown, colors vary from blue to red, red to pink, and many more. Sunlight peeked through the trees, making the flowers look like they were sparkling. The path curved ahead, leading to a small cabin in the woods.

The boy walked dazedly to the cabin, he hesitantly opened the door and walked straight inside. He surveys the surroundings and sees that nobody was around. Yet he was not stupid, even with strong emotions he had been constantly feeling, how could a cabin with fresh flowers surrounds from outside to the delicate flowers inside be an ownerless property?

He walks around and sees a room, the door has vines lightly draped like an uncover mystery, it doesn't look messy at all but an intricate veil that wants to cover up something. He walked straight to the door and opened it.

As he goes inside, the first thing he notices is the light breathing inside, if you don't focus then you'll probably miss it. He carefully walked straight and lifted the curtain covering the bed. His hands froze midair as he looked at the bewitching girl sleeping.

Her skin that rivals snow white, her lips that red as blood. She possessed a foxy beauty – sharp and clever with an undeniable allure. A cascade of vibrant violet hair framed a face sculpted with high cheekbones and a delicately pointed chin, lending her an almost feline grace.

It`s such a pity that this beauty is currently asleep right now or else the beauty of flowers would be shun without further explanation. The boy walks quietly as if he is afraid of waking up the girl—afraid of ruining this tranquility.

He stayed still for about an hour, yet he still didn't notice any sign of consciousness to the sleeping girl, he began to feel restless and anxiousness creeped to him. He tried to gently nudge the girl, but still—she doesn't wake up. The gentle nudging becomes shaking, her smooth purple hair begins to tangle and his eyes begin to secrete tears, he doesn't know, but this beauty has already begun to take place in his desolate heart.

After so much effort, he still hasn't woken up the girl and his tears fall down at a rapid speed. "Why...why? why aren't you waking up" the words comes out unconsciously from his lips, the despair and grief he felt from his father's sudden suicide began to crawl in his heart, and it controls his emotions. The emotions are already pent-up, so his tiny body suddenly collapses and joins the slumber of the girl.

Morning crept in, painting the room with the soft blush of dawn. The first rays of sunshine, like golden fingers, reached through the window, gently nudging the boy from his slumber. His eyelashes fluttered, then, with a sudden intake of breath, his eyes snapped open. He sat bolt upright, his heart hammering against his ribs. Beside him, the girl lay still, her face serene in sleep, oblivious to his growing panic.

His gaze darted around the unfamiliar room, a whirlwind of questions and anxieties swirling within him. "Where was he again? oh right, I've fainted. Is she awake?". He looks at the sleeping girl in the bed and the question has already been answered. His body began to tremble, a silent earthquake threatening to erupt.

Desperate, grasping for something, anything, to anchor him to reality, his mind landed on the only thing that ever seemed to quiet the storm inside him: music. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to hum. It was a simple melody, almost childlike, a lullaby his father used to sing, but it was his lullaby now, his secret song against the darkness.

As the melody grew, soft and tentative at first, then gaining strength and clarity, something shifted in the room. The girl stirred, her brow furrowing slightly. Her eyelids fluttered, mirroring his own moments before. The humming continued, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound around them both. Slowly, as if pulled by an invisible thread, her eyes opened.

They were wide, disoriented, the same confusion mirrored in his own. She blinked, focusing first on the sunlit window, then on him. He stopped humming, the silence echoing louder than any sound. "You're?" a voice broke the silence, her gazed deepen as memories surges in her mind. "I'm Ka...Kakashi" his childish voice answered her, his face which wore a mask slightly reveals a blush as he looks at her, 'she's really pretty' young Kakashi's mind is full of this thought. "Kakashi, huh?" she replied with a shocked look on her face, well wouldn't be shocked if a 2D character suddenly becomes alive and standing in front of you.

She looked at him again, her gazed carries a hint of pampering, her smile reveals a flash of playful mischief, her eyes with the color of shimmering pink, held a knowing glint—as if she possessed secrets whispered only on the wind. To be honest, it is true. She does possess some crazy secret, she's not originally from this world, she's from the blue planet—the Earth.

She transmigrated to this world about a decade ago, when the first ninja war occurred, she joined the battle as a mysterious player. Her name circulated to the battlefield, yet many still haven't seen her face as she madly kills with a veil covering her face, but for sure they know her characteristics.

Her violet hair, shimmering pink eyes, and her title which spread some mischief that if they ever encounter her—they ran. The Silken Amethyst Scythe. A nightmare to every ninja, their body trembles just upon hearing it, yet now, she who has the entire ninja world trembling at her feet now looking affectionately at Kakashi. 'Finally' she murmured, her favorite characters began to appear. "Hello to Kakashi" she smiles and her mouth curved into a playful smile.

"Ms. V...Vy? Wh..at?" Kakashi's startled voice squeaked out, and he suddenly felt two soft mounds pressing against him. His tiny body was just the right size to be held like a child, and he found himself unable to break free, though he wasn't sure he truly wanted to. His mask was gently removed, revealing his delicate features to Violaine's gaze.

She looked at him with open affection, her eyes softening as she took in his youthful beauty. The small mole at the corner of his mouth added a hint of hidden charm, and his silver hair gave him a touch of cool temperament, a striking contrast to the innocent blush adorning his cheeks. He was so young, so earnest, and so utterly adorable. She couldn't help but want to protect him, to cherish this fleeting moment of vulnerability. "You're much too formal, Kakashi," she murmured, her voice warm and gentle as she cupped his cheek. "Just sister is fine. And perhaps, just perhaps, I'll let you call me something truly special later." Her smile widened, a promise of future playfulness dancing in her eyes.

He was like a little fox cub, unsure and wary, and she intended to coax him out of his shell, one affectionate embrace at a time. "How old are you now, Kakashi?" she asked, but her hands didn't stop rubbing his hair. "I'm five, sister. What about you?" He asked as he was waiting for her response.

"Hmm...me? well I'm 13". Her eyes looked at Kakashi with a hint of pity, why not? It's at this time that his father committed suicide because of the rumor spreading across the village. "Oh, pretty sister is so young" Kakashi mumbled as his hand wrapped around Violaine's waist, well he particularly enjoyed the comfort she gave him even though it is for her own good.

"Now that we've known each other, I'll just ask something, my cabin is literally at the outskirts of the Konoha forest, how come a young child is here?". She gave him a knowing look and waits for his explanation even if she already knew it. "Well, I've run on my way here and don't underestimate me, sister Vy, I'm already genin." Kakashi raises his head proudly and looks at Violaine's pink eyes—waiting to be praised. "That's amazing, Kakashi. You're really a genius like your father." She teasingly said to Kakashi and watched his eyes grow large in confusion.

"Sister knows my father?" he said. "Of course I know Hatake Sakumo, the White Fang of the left." She said and looked at the rising sun at the crack of the window, well her mind began to reminisce about that hot figure, to be honest he is the type of man that you could get yourself wet just by looking at him. It's such a pity. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts and looks at Kakashi again, she pulls him away from her embrace as she hears his stomach growled. "Shall we eat now?" she didn't wait for any answer as she picked him up and held him tightly in her hands and Kakashi's body trembled as she walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen door is shaped like a curved path towards the inner room of it. The vines twined around the doorframe, creating a natural archway adorned with glimmering dewdrop orchids, it doesn't have a sense of belonging to the technology of the ninja world but got a hint of mysteriousness, the architectural design of the cabin went beyond mere practicality.

The cabin lacked sharp corners and rigid lines, instead; it seems to blend seamlessly into the natural contours of the forest. The vines themselves seemed to have a will of their own, slowly swaying like being blown by the wind and extending their tiny twine to Kakashi and playfully tickling him.

The air around the cabin thrummed with subtle energy, as if this place was especially built like a place where you'll enjoy the rest of your life. She walks inside the kitchen with Kakashi in her arms and couldn't see any ingredients to make some food, she awkwardly looked at Kakashi and put him down to the circular flower stool. "Well, Kakashi hee-hee. It's sister's fault that she forgot that she hasn't cooked for who knows how long, but wait. I'm going to make something." She sleeplessly said and scratched her hair. "It's fine sister, just take your time."

Violaine's thought wanders and she quietly looks at her wrist which has a purple-red lotus flower tattooed on it, she immerses herself into some kind of void and there she sees her space.

It's like when you're reborn and got some golden finger to help you with your journey, well the space she got is a space that could farm foods and every goods you produce can massively increase your strength, her body doesn't use chakra, but cultivation.

Let's relate it to the fairy arts or senjutsu of the ninja world, but it doesn't go away after absorbing some fairy magic. The space is full of vitality, it is no wonder that she can be wildly recognized at the battlefield at the age of 10. The sky is blue and the clouds are floating all over the sky.

There were small, green mountains and rivers everywhere. There were many big spiritual plant fields growing on purple land, the wind blew and many kinds of strange fruit and flowers grew everywhere. At the center of this space, there is a waterfall.

The big waterfall has been flowing down from the top of a big green mountain, nourishing those spiritual plants and trees that grew along the river. Many colorful, strange plants were floating on the surface of ponds and lakes.

Strangely, there is a white smoke floating on the pond's surface, There are big rocks surrounding the ponds, the water is crystal clear. One big pond had bubbles and heat coming out of the white water like milk, it looked alike to some kind of hot spring.

There is a pink tree growing in the middle of the pond—which mimics the color of Violaine's pink eyes. She smelled the fragrance of the flowers and the sweet smell of the fruits that bloomed under the blessings of this spiritual land.

She carefully plucked some fruits like Peaches, mangoes, and berries—different kinds of berries. Her consciousness returned to the cabin and she looked at Kakashi who sits obediently, her heartbeat races and she rubs the top of Kakashi's head.

Then, she quickly took out some bowls and cut the fruits evenly and made some fruit salad. Well, she didn't have a knife to begin with, she just uses her spiritual energy to cut it, forming a thin knife-like shape. She mixed the fruit salad evenly and put a spoon on the bowl, she made a puree drink using the berries she got. "Kakashi, sister now has prepared your food, you can eat it now". She looked at Kakashi lovingly, his face—without the cover of the mask really looked so delicate.

She sighed and already made up her mind, she will not let the tragedies from the original timeline happen again, this time—her existence would help them to achieve far greater than the original, as long as she pampers them—make them hers.

It may be selfish, but so what? Others transmigrated to another world with goals, and there she has hers—to have them, to put them under her wings and affectionately look at them all the time. Her gaze trembles and she quickly smiles at Kakashi who's currently eating the fruit salad she prepared, she looks at her cabin and thinks carefully. "Now, now Kakashi, maybe the village was already thrown into chaos as you escaped from them. " She sat beside him and put her hand on the table and placed it on her chin and her gaze never left this young boy.

The Violet hair cascades on her back like a flowing waterfall and her eyes—which originally pink is like a gem that is polished so great—it shines.

"Hmmp! I don't care about them, after my father's death they just look at me with pity—It's such a nuisance!" His expression immediately darkened, and he looked at this new-found sister with panicked, he didn't want to go back—to that village and lose the warmth of this sister he found.

"Don't throw a tantrum, I'll go back with you." his eyes widened as she looked at him, she really likes seeing young Kakashi that acts his age, it suits him more. She picked him up and waved her hand, the bowl was gone in just a second, it had already gone to the corner of the space.

Kakashi hugs her neck with his hands and snuggles at her collarbone, before leaving—she picks a silken ribbon, she ties it in her eyes and covers her eyes with it. "Sister, why are you covering your eyes?" He asked in confusion, she looked at him through the silken ribbon, she didn't need eyes—she could look just with her perception. "Kakashi, sister's eyes bring disaster—it couldn't be look at easily."

She rubs the top of his head and he just looks at her, she walks towards the door, the door is curved with vines swirling around it, intricate patterns that emits strong vitality.