NoctisAether

Born of a celestial bloodline, raised in the heart of Konoha.

Sent to Earth as a child to escape the brutal civil war of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, he was taken in by Uzumaki Mito and hidden among the shinobi of Konoha. Mistaken for a half-Hyūga due to his strange chakra and eyes, he embraced the misunderstanding, living in the shadows of his true identity. But as he grew stronger, the weight of his lineage became impossible to ignore.

When he develops a unique technique—an evolution of Yamata no Orochi, transforming his obsession with knowledge into a path toward an information-based existence—he takes his first step toward awakening the dormant power within him. With each battle, he inches closer to reclaiming his heritage, refining his chakra into something never seen before: an Ōtsutsuki bloodline of his own creation.

Yet the path to ascension is fraught with danger. As his power draws the attention of Madara Uchiha, Danzo, and even the unseen hands of the Ōtsutsuki beyond the stars, he must navigate a world that fears and covets his abilities. With allies like Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Sakumo Hatake at his side, he sets out to unify the ninja world, unravel the mysteries of chakra itself, and prepare for the looming war against the celestial invaders.

But power alone will not be enough.

To carve a future free from the cycle of destruction, he must become more than a warrior—he must become a leader, a creator, and the first of a new kind of Ōtsutsuki.

The question is… will the world be ready?

Blood Of Ōtsutuki

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and lingering smoke from the battlefield. The group moved swiftly through the mountain passes, their presence masked by the shadows. The weight of their latest victory hung in the silence between them—the capture of the Four-Tails Jinchūriki, Rōshi.

Yet, Ryūsei's mind was already moving ahead.

He turned to Tsunade, his golden Byakugan gleaming in the moonlight. "What's the status on Rōshi?"

Tsunade sighed, rolling her shoulders. "Sedated, bound, and sealed. He won't be waking up anytime soon."

Orochimaru's lips curled into a sly smile. "You seem eager to move forward. Already thinking about our next target?"

Ryūsei smirked. "Of course. The Five-Tails."

Tsunade frowned. "We're moving too fast. We barely secured the Four-Tails, and we still don't know if anyone's caught on to the disappearances."

Ryūsei tilted his head slightly. "That's the problem—we don't know. But the moment they do realize what's happening, everything changes. We need to act before the storm breaks."

Orochimaru chuckled softly. "And what if the storm has already begun?"

Ryūsei's gaze sharpened. "Then we make sure we control it."

They reached a secluded hideout, deep within the mountains, where their forces were waiting. The captured Jinchūriki had already been moved, their sealing process underway.

Ryūsei entered the dimly lit chamber where Yugito Nii, the Two-Tails Jinchūriki, was restrained. She sat bound in chakra-sealing chains, her golden eyes burning with unyielding fury.

She had refused to speak at first.

Ryūsei crouched in front of her, his expression unreadable. "How long until the Raikage realizes you're missing?"

Yugito glared at him. "If you think Kumo is blind, you're mistaken."

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small blood-stained tag—a piece of fabric torn from the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki's uniform. He let it dangle in front of her, watching her reaction closely.

For a fraction of a second—hesitation.

Ryūsei's smirk widened. "Interesting."

Tsunade crossed her arms. "Kumo still doesn't know about the Eight-Tails."

Orochimaru hummed, amused. "Fascinating, isn't it? A village that prides itself on its strength, yet they can't even keep track of their own Jinchūriki."

Yugito's jaw tightened. "You think this means anything? The moment they realize what you're doing, Kumo will rain hell upon you."

Ryūsei leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Then let's make sure they don't realize until it's too late."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with defiance.

Tsunade studied her before glancing at Ryūsei. "So, what's the plan now?"

Ryūsei stood, his gaze distant for a moment before he answered.

"We move immediately. The Five-Tails is next."

As the conversation ended, the group stepped out into the cold night air. The moon was high, bathing the landscape in pale silver light.

Ryūsei turned to Orochimaru. "You've been quiet."

Orochimaru's golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "Just thinking."

Ryūsei smirked. "That's never a good thing."

Orochimaru chuckled. "Depends on the perspective."

His fingers casually brushed against the fabric of his cloak—where he had hidden small fragments of the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki's flesh. The ones he had scattered earlier.

He glanced at Ryūsei, who met his gaze with a knowing smirk.

And Ryūsei was letting it happen.

Chapter 81: A Storm on the Horizon