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 wind howled through the snowy cliffs of the Land of Stone. High above the mountainous terrain, three figures stood cloaked in the cold mist—Ryūsei, Tsunade, and Orochimaru. The three of them had tracked their target deep into enemy territory, using intelligence gathered from previous captures.

Down below, a lone warrior moved through the frozen wilderness, his breath visible in the icy air. Han, the Five-Tails Jinchūriki. A towering figure clad in red steam armor, his chakra pulsing in a steady rhythm like the heartbeat of a dormant volcano.

Tsunade's golden Rinnegan shimmered in the misty dusk, her sharp gaze locked onto their prey. "This time, I want to handle it."

Ryūsei arched a brow, turning toward her. "You?"

She smirked. "What? Worried I'll embarrass you?"

Orochimaru chuckled lowly. "I, for one, am quite curious."

Ryūsei crossed his arms. "Fine. But don't get reckless."

Tsunade cracked her knuckles, golden chakra flaring around her like a sun breaking through the storm. "Oh, don't worry. I have something new to test."

Han moved with the discipline of a veteran warrior. His every step was calculated, his senses sharp despite the endless blizzard. He had been on edge since Rōshi's disappearance, knowing that something was hunting them—something dangerous.

A flicker of movement in the snow.

The ground shattered beneath his feet as Tsunade exploded from the earth, her fist colliding with his armored leg. The impact sent a thunderous shockwave tearing through the valley, kicking up a whirlwind of ice and debris.

Han barely had time to react before she was on him again, her golden Rinnegan glowing fiercely. She moved like a ghost, phasing through the mist with impossible speed, her blows slamming against his armor with enough force to crack the surrounding rocks.

Han gritted his teeth, steam erupting from his vents as he countered.

**A knee strike—**fast, brutal, backed by the monstrous power of the Five-Tails.

Tsunade was sent flying through the air—but before she even crashed into the rocks—

A golden ripple pulsed through time itself.

In an instant, she was back where she started, her body untouched, her movement rewinding as if the last few seconds had never happened.

Ryūsei, watching from above, let out an impressed hum. Her new ability—turning back time for several seconds—was more than just a gimmick.

It was an absolute advantage in battle.

Han exhaled sharply, steam venting from his armor. "You're more than just a Senju."

Tsunade rolled her shoulders. "Damn right."

Back in Iwagakure, the Tsuchikage's office was in turmoil.

The disappearance of Rōshi had sent shockwaves through the village's inner circles. Their Jinchūriki were being targeted. One by one. And no one knew how or why.

Onoki floated slightly above the ground, his aged eyes sharp as he surveyed the reports on his desk. "This is no coincidence," he muttered darkly. "First the Eight-Tails, then the Four-Tails, and now…"

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

A masked Stone ANBU stepped inside, kneeling before the Tsuchikage. He held something wrapped in cloth, his voice low and urgent. "Lord Tsuchikage, this was recovered from a distant battlefield near the Lightning Country's border."

Onoki's gaze narrowed as the ANBU unwrapped the cloth.

Inside was a small, severed piece of flesh.

It pulsed faintly. Still brimming with unnatural chakra.

Onoki's grip tightened around the edge of his desk. His expression darkened.

The enemy had left it behind on purpose.

And he had a sinking feeling that whatever they were planning—this was only the beginning.

Chapter 82: The Hunt for the Five-Tails