Chapter 28: The Choice of Bloodlines

The chamber pulsed with unseen energy, a silent witness to the transformation that was about to take place. Ryūsei stood in the center, his golden-tinged Byakugan glowing faintly as he gazed upon the eight-winged angel that loomed within his consciousness. Each wing was a fragment of the Ōtsutsuki's divine essence—a representation of what he could become.

But there was a barrier between him and his full evolution. Power alone was not enough. He needed to reclaim the missing pieces of his lineage, the scattered remnants of the Ōtsutsuki's fragmented power that had diluted across the bloodlines of this world.

Each bloodline represented a part of the whole, but alone, each was flawed.

The Bloodlines and Their Meaning

1. Hyūga (Eyes of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Byakugan was the foundation of the Ōtsutsuki's perception. It granted vision beyond limits, the ability to see the truth hidden from others. Yet, it came with a price—the burden of knowledge. To see all was to bear witness to every sorrow, every flaw, every painful truth. Would his mind remain unbroken under the weight of such omniscience?

2. Uchiha (Foundation for the Samsara Eyes of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Sharingan, precursor to the Ōtsutsuki's Samsara Eyes, was a power that twisted perception and reality itself. It was an unparalleled gift—but it also carried a curse. The Uchiha bloodline was tied to obsession, a hunger that could never be sated. Would Ryūsei be able to wield this power without succumbing to its temptations?

3. Senju (Flesh of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Senju embodied the physical resilience of the Ōtsutsuki, their flesh forged with immense vitality and stamina. It was the power of endurance, the ability to withstand anything. But it was also a reminder of mortality—flesh that could be damaged, flesh that could age. Could mere resilience truly lead to divinity?

4. Uzumaki (Blood of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Uzumaki carried the raw life force of the Ōtsutsuki, their chakra deep and endless. Their ability to harness and control vast amounts of chakra made them nearly immortal in battle. But with great power came volatility. Emotions ruled chakra, and emotions could break even the strongest of minds. Would he master the fire within, or would it consume him?

5. Kaguya (Bones of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Kaguya Clan was tied to the bones of the Ōtsutsuki, the skeletal structure that granted both offense and defense beyond mortal limits. Yet, their blood was tainted by an unquenchable thirst for domination, for absolute control. Could he take this power without letting it dictate his existence?

6. Golden Horn & Silver Horn (Horns of the Ōtsutsuki)

The duality of the Ōtsutsuki gods—one wild and unrestrained, the other refined and calculated. These horns symbolized the final step toward divinity. But taking this power meant stepping away from humanity entirely, ascending into a being beyond the reach of mortals. Would he still belong to the world he sought to protect?

7. Moon Ōtsutsuki (Chakra of the Ōtsutsuki)

The Moon Ōtsutsuki bloodline was the purest connection to their celestial chakra, the very energy that fueled their existence. To wield it was to become one with chakra itself, transcending even the need for a physical body. But with such power came detachment—would he still be himself, or merely a vessel of energy, a god unfeeling and distant?

The Path to True Ōtsutsuki Evolution

Ryūsei knew the truth now.

No single bloodline was enough.

Each one carried both strength and a fatal flaw. To take only one would be to inherit its weaknesses. Even if he possessed the Hyūga's vision, he would be bound by its limits. Even if he possessed the Uchiha's power, he would be shackled by its curse. The Senju's endurance, the Uzumaki's chakra, the Kaguya's bones—none of them alone could lead him to true transcendence.

The true Ōtsutsuki form was not something inherited.

It was something created.

Only by merging all of these bloodlines into one—reclaiming the scattered fragments of his lost lineage—could he become whole. Only then would he free himself from the limitations of mortality, of obsession, of instability. Only then would he stand as a true Ōtsutsuki, unshackled by the weaknesses of lesser beings.

But this transformation required more than just intent.

The Ritual of Blood Integration

To claim these bloodlines, he needed more than just knowledge of them. He needed a direct connection—the blood itself.

The blood of those who carried these lineages must flow into him, fusing with his own in the sacred transformation process. He could not simply inherit these traits; he had to absorb them, integrate them into the very fabric of his being.

And to do this, he needed to be in his angelic form.

The eight-winged angel was the key. When he entered that state, his body became malleable, no longer bound by ordinary flesh. It was in this form that he could take the blood of others, merge it with his own, and begin the assimilation process.

With each successful integration, his form would evolve, growing closer to the true Ōtsutsuki state.

But the process was not without its dangers.

If his will wavered—if he failed to maintain control over the new power surging through him—he could lose himself. The foreign bloodlines could corrupt his chakra, creating internal conflicts that might tear his body apart.

This was not a path for the weak. It was not a path for those who feared change.

It was the path of those who sought perfection.

A Glimpse into the Final Battle

For a moment, the chamber darkened. The energy around Ryūsei twisted, warping space itself.

And then—

A vision unfolded before him.

A world in ruin.

Mountains shattered. Skies torn apart by an unseen force. The Moon, his sanctuary, broken and falling.

And in the center of it all—a figure.

Not an enemy. Not a friend.

Something else entirely.

A presence that radiated a suffocating power, a being whose very existence defied reason. It was neither man nor Ōtsutsuki. It was something beyond—an entity forged from the culmination of every bloodline, every power, every truth of the cosmos.

It turned toward him.

Eyes like twin voids. A body wrapped in shifting energy, its form unstable yet absolute.

And in its presence—

Ryūsei felt small.

For the first time in his life, he felt insignificant.

A voice—his own voice, yet not his—echoed in his mind.

"This is what you will become."

"This is the final step."

"Will you embrace it? Or will you fall before it?"

The vision shattered.

Ryūsei gasped, staggering back. His heart pounded, his chakra trembling with something he couldn't define.

This was no mere path to power.

It was a path to the unknown.

To something beyond the reach of even the Ōtsutsuki.

He exhaled, steadying himself. The answer would come in time.

For now, he prepared for the transformation that would redefine his very existence.