The Hyūga's Forgotten History
Deep within the Hyūga's hidden archives, where only the most trusted elders tread, the air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and ancient ink. Flickering candlelight illuminated scrolls untouched for centuries, their faded seals barely holding together. The elders sat in a solemn circle, their expressions frozen in disbelief as they pored over the sacred text.
Hamura Ōtsutsuki.
A name spoken with reverence, yet understood by none.
The scrolls told a tale lost to time—a truth deliberately buried beneath centuries of pride and isolation. Hamura had split his lineage in two. One branch followed him to the Moon, serving as the eternal sentinels of the heavens, while the other remained on Earth, carrying forth his will.
But something had gone wrong.
A rift had formed between the two factions. Those who left saw their Earthbound kin as weaker, their divine essence diluted with each passing generation. With time, all contact was severed, and the Hyūga were left in ignorance, believing themselves to be the pinnacle of the Byakugan's power.
And then came Ryūsei.
His Byakugan was not that of the Hyūga. It was purer, more refined, untainted by dilution.
The realization crept upon them like a shadow.
One elder, his voice barely above a whisper, spoke the words they all feared.
"He is… not one of us."
The Clan Head's grip on the scroll tightened. "Then that means…"
Another elder, his face as pale as moonlight, completed the thought.
"He is one of them. A descendant of the Moon Ōtsutsuki."
The weight of their discovery suffocated the air, leaving the room in an eerie, dreadful silence.
The Fusion of Bloodlines – Ryūsei Awakens the Sharingan
The moon hung high over the training grounds, its silver glow casting elongated shadows across the clearing. The air was heavy with chakra, swirling and pulsing as Ryūsei stood in the center of an intricate chakra array, his arms crossed, his eyes closed.
Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru stood at a distance, watching in silence.
The Senju bloodline had fully fused within him, but now came the final decision.
"The Uchiha," Ryūsei murmured.
Tsunade frowned. "Are you sure?"
Ryūsei's eyes opened, his golden Byakugan gleaming.
"Opposites always create balance."
Orochimaru chuckled, eyes brimming with fascination. "A bold choice. Let's see if your body can endure it."
The process began.
A searing wave of Uchiha chakra coursed through his veins, colliding against the Senju essence already within him. At first, the two forces resisted one another, clashing like fire and water.
Then—
They merged.
A pulse of power unlike anything before erupted from Ryūsei's core. His Byakugan flickered, his vision distorting as his chakra coils adjusted. The world blurred—colors deepened, movements slowed, details sharpened beyond natural limits.
Then—his Byakugan vanished.
Tsunade gasped. "Ryūsei—your eyes—"
Ryūsei exhaled slowly, then opened them.
His irises burned crimson, three black tomoe spinning slowly within the depths of his gaze.
The Sharingan had awakened.
Orochimaru's smirk widened. "Fascinating."
But as Ryūsei focused, the crimson glow faded, replaced once more by his golden Byakugan.
Tsunade narrowed her eyes. "You can switch between them…"
Ryūsei nodded. "For now."
Jiraiya folded his arms. "And later?"
Ryūsei's lips curled into a smirk. "It will evolve."
The Sharingan, now a part of his bloodline, would eventually ascend into the Mangekyō Sharingan—a power that had only ever belonged to the Uchiha's greatest warriors.
And Ryūsei would wield it alongside his Byakugan.
Jiraiya's True Sage Transformation
For years, Jiraiya had believed he had mastered Sage Mode.
He had trained under the Great Toads, balanced nature energy, and reached a level of power few could match. But tonight, standing in the presence of Ryūsei's awakening, something deep within him stirred.
A hidden force, long dormant, now demanded recognition.
His heart raced, his chakra fluctuated.
Without warning, a golden-orange aura erupted around him, swirling like an ethereal flame. Ancient patterns and markings of celestial origin began to glow across his skin, coiling around his arms, chest, and face—symbols of an ancient power long lost to time.
Tsunade's breath hitched. "Jiraiya—"
His eyes shifted.
The usual golden toad-like pupils were gone.
Instead, twin orange stars burned within his gaze, radiating an energy unlike any Senjutsu before.
Orochimaru's grin widened. "How… interesting."
Jiraiya flexed his fingers, feeling the raw power of nature itself flowing through him. His cloak of energy pulsed, taking the shape of an ethereal, ancient Sage's robe, adorned with shifting inscriptions that seemed to breathe with the world itself.
"This is…" Jiraiya whispered, his voice echoing unnaturally.
Ryūsei observed him, golden Byakugan piercing through the veil of power surrounding his old friend.
"Not just Sage Mode," he murmured.
Jiraiya looked at him.
Ryūsei's gaze narrowed.
"You've become a Pure Sage."
A transformation beyond anything the world had seen before.
Jiraiya exhaled slowly, a knowing grin spreading across his lips.
"Looks like I'm not the only one evolving."
The Rise of New Forces – The Gathering Storm
Beyond the borders of Konoha, the world was shifting.
In the heart of Amegakure, a single man stood atop his fortress, watching as his forces gathered beneath him.
Hanzō of the Salamander had never been satisfied with ruling a single village.
He had expanded his influence, crushed his enemies, and made his name feared across the battlefield.
But now, he desired more.
War had divided the world, and in its chaos, a new power could rise.
And he intended to be the one who claimed it.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the Uchiha compound, an ancient shadow stirred.
Madara Uchiha, seated in quiet contemplation, let a slow chuckle escape his lips as he absorbed the reports laid before him.
A boy wielding both the Sharingan and Byakugan.
A Pure Sage emerging in Konoha.
And Hanzō preparing to plunge the world into chaos.
His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan glowed in the candlelight, reflecting the encroaching darkness.
"The world…" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, "is finally becoming interesting."
A storm was coming.
And soon, the world would burn.
End of Chapter 36