Things continued to go normally, with more promotions, more talks of love.... To be honest, Seigi tuned most of it out, his mind drifting away from the pleasantires of festivals and ceremonies. His gaze would scan outwards among the crowd, the stage, trying to focus on the moment at hand. It was extremely difficult for Seigi to relax, to turn off his senses and enjoy things like festivals, but the cold hard truth was that this would simply invite threats into the village. Taking a deep breath, Seigi would relax a bit, attempting to calm his nerves. Adjusting his mask, he would cross his arms and continue to watch.
But something seemed... off to Seigi, and he quickly saw what. Staring into the crowd, Seigi began to notice that the faces of everyone in the crowd were quickly becoming distorted, twisted, contouring into something odd, their features becoming softer, almost out of focus, their expressions twisting through a range of emotions before their features disappeared altogether, becoming a sea of faceless creatures, and all sound quickly escaped Seigi's ears. The speeches, the cheers of the crowd, everything gone save for the flapping of Kumogakure's flags in the wind.
"What... is this?" Seigi would ask himself, remembering his last hallucination and what he saw. Keeping his composure, he would continue to breathe steadily. As he spoke, every faceless creature's head would twist in unison, "looking" at him. From behind the podium, where Ryuko had been standing, another figure stood, A white mask donned to hide their identity, but their robes were unmistakable.
"Kira...?" Seigi would mutter under his breath.
"It's amazing what the Fuuingan can do, isn't it?" Kira would say, stepping towards Seigi across the podium. His arm reached up to the mask, pulling it off. His features looked remarkably similar to the very last time Seigi had seen him, almost 6 years ago. His skin was tanned, darker than most other Kumogakure shinobi, and white bristles poked around his face before forming a white goatee and mustache. His hair was longer, white as snow, and in his right eye was something Seigi thought he would never see again; A 3D Fuuingan.
"We always knew it's fuuinjutsu capabilites were remarkable, but jumping universes? No one would have dreamt that for 1000 years," Kira would say, chuckling, "but you keep impressing me, Seigi. The question is, how long can you keep up the facade?" Faster than Seigi could track, Kira moved behind him, close enough to whisper. "The reason why you're dying isn't because of the sickness that plagued your father, but because you're not fit for this world." He would say, his words cutting into Seigi's mind. The hairs on the back of his neck would stand but he would keep his composure, not moving."This universe is rejecting you. And even if you manage to survive, this world is going to continue to reject you. Like antibodies to a virus, it will keep attacking until there is nothing left."
"Then why are you here?" Seigi would ask his former mentor. Kira would laugh, moving in front of him again.
"To offer you the chance to go home." He would say abruptly. Seigi would feel the breath leave his chest, but before he could say something, he would raise his finger. "For a price." Despite being a hallucination, Seigi was intrigued.
"And what is your price?" Seigi would ask, curious about his deal.
"Your life." Kira would say.
And as quickly as Kira had appeared, he was gone. Reality had returned to Seigi and the speeches continued, the rest of the world oblivious to Seigi's mental retreat.