Chapter 32: The Wrath of a Queen & The Completion of Power

The Aftermath of Uzushiogakure's Fall

The air in Konoha was heavy—thick with mourning, tension, and barely restrained fury.

The fall of Uzushiogakure was not just the destruction of a village; it was the erasure of a bloodline that had stood strong since the age of the Sage of Six Paths.

A village known for its unyielding vitality, its unmatched sealing arts, and its ancient knowledge—now reduced to ruins, its people slaughtered like animals.

But not all had perished.

Because of Ryūsei, a fragment of their legacy remained.

Among the survivors he had saved, twenty were Uzumaki, bearing the unmistakable crimson hair of their lineage, their eyes filled with both grief and burning determination.

And there were others.

Fifty Senju.

Had Ryūsei not intervened, their lineage would have been lost forever. But now, a handful of them remained—a living testament to a clan that had once shaped the world.

But none felt the loss more acutely than one woman.

The Wrath of Uzumaki Mito

The Hokage's office was silent.

Deadly silent.

Uzumaki Mito stood at the center of the room, her long red hair flowing behind her like a curtain of blood, her aura suffocating in its intensity.

Time had not stolen her beauty—it had only refined it into something imperial and untouchable.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, despite being the Hokage, looked… small in her presence.

"You should have acted sooner," Mito said, her voice controlled, yet sharp enough to cut through steel.

Hiruzen held his ground, though his forehead was damp with sweat. "I—"

"I do not want your excuses."

The air crackled.

Her chakra surged, pressing down on the room like an ocean about to drown its occupants. The Nine-Tails trembled within its cage, recognizing that its jailer was no longer the same woman it once tormented.

She had transcended.

The creation of her chakra seed, the purification of her bloodline, had elevated her strength beyond mortal limits.

Her lifespan had increased.

Her chakra control had become absolute.

And suppressing the Nine-Tails?

It was no longer a struggle. It was a plaything for her.

Her golden eyes hardened.

"My people, my home—our legacy—was erased from history."

She turned her gaze to Ryūsei, who had stood in silent vigilance.

"You saved them," she said softly.

Ryūsei met her gaze, his own Byakugan shimmering with gold. "I did what I could."

A moment of silence.

Then, finally, Mito's shoulders eased.

"…Thank you," she murmured.

But as she turned back to Hiruzen, the fire in her gaze returned.

"This is not over."

The Completion of Power

Months had passed.

Ryūsei had spent every moment refining the integration of the Senju bloodline.

Unlike his previous absorptions, this one was monumental—not just in power, but in its significance.

He was no longer just imitating Wood Style.

He had become one with it.

Beneath the star-streaked sky, Ryūsei stood alone in the training fields.

A deep breath.

And then—

He transformed.

His body glowed, his skin taking on an ethereal radiance. His chakra ignited, spiraling into a celestial form unlike anything seen before.

• His wings, once formed of pure chakra, had become flesh and blood—real, living extensions of himself.

• Their feathers gleamed, a mixture of white, gold, and silver, shifting like the patterns of the cosmos.

• His Byakugan burned with golden light, not just seeing chakra paths, but understanding them, bending them to his will.

• His lifespan stretched further, no longer bound by the limits of ordinary flesh.

The power of the Senju, fully merged within him, resonated at his core.

Wood Style was no longer a technique.

It was a birthright.

He stretched out his hand, and the earth responded instantly.

A colossal tree erupted from the ground, its leaves carrying the golden hue of his chakra.

Tsunade, standing a short distance away, whistled. "You weren't even trying, were you?"

Ryūsei smirked. "Not really."

She crossed her arms, clearly impressed. "So it's done?"

Ryūsei closed his eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his power.

The Senju bloodline was no longer something he had to control—it had become part of him.

He nodded. "Yes."

Tsunade smiled, stepping closer. "Then the real work begins."

And Ryūsei knew—this was only the beginning.

The future was still his to shape.