The Hyūga's Dilemma – A Legacy Unveiled
The sacred halls of the Hyūga archives were dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the ancient scrolls spread across the polished wooden floor. The elders sat in solemn silence, their gazes locked onto the faded ink markings that had suddenly become far more than just history.
The revelation struck them with the force of a falling mountain.
The Hyūga were not the true heirs of Hamura Ōtsutsuki.
Instead, their lineage had been split, divided into two branches long ago—one remaining in the ninja world, the other retreating to the Moon to uphold Hamura's true legacy.
Ryūsei's impossibly pure Byakugan, its golden hue and unchallenged clarity, was not a mutation.
It was proof.
Proof that he was of the Moon Ōtsutsuki's bloodline.
"We are but a fragment," one elder whispered, voice trembling with reluctant realization. "A mere shadow of what we once were."
Murmurs of uncertainty filled the chamber. For generations, they had seen themselves as the pinnacle of Byakugan mastery—yet now, they faced the truth that they were the lesser inheritors.
Some refused to accept it. Others, humbled, saw in Ryūsei a chance to reclaim what was lost.
But unknowingly, in their pursuit of truth, they had unveiled a part of Ryūsei's true identity.
Ryūsei's Evolution – The Path to Mangekyō
Beneath the cold light of the waning moon, Ryūsei stood alone in the courtyard, his breath steady, his chakra flowing in controlled waves.
The Senju blood had already merged within him, granting him unparalleled vitality, but now—
Now, the Uchiha bloodline had taken root.
His Byakugan remained pristine, untarnished by the presence of the Sharingan. Yet, when he willed it, a shift occurred—his golden-white Byakugan receded, replaced by the deep crimson of the Sharingan's three tomoe.
And with another thought—
He could switch back.
No merging, no dilution of power.
Two distinct bloodlines, existing within him in perfect harmony.
As the fusion deepened, he could feel the Sharingan evolving, seeking something greater.
The Mangekyō Sharingan was within reach—but unlike the Uchiha, he did not require loss to obtain it.
This was a transformation that came not from sorrow, but from growth.
And when he fully awakened—
It would surpass anything this world had ever seen.
Jiraiya's Awakening – The True Sage Emerges
Jiraiya flexed his fingers, staring at the ancient markings now burned into his skin. The energy cloak surrounding him pulsed with the raw essence of nature itself, shifting like an ethereal flame.
Tsunade crossed her arms, golden eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and concern.
"You're different," she observed.
Jiraiya let out a breath and grinned. "Yeah. And it feels damn good."
But even as he joked, he knew—
This power was new, untamed, and if he wasn't careful, it could consume him.
Madara's Orders – The Hand in the Shadows
Deep within an underground sanctuary, Madara Uchiha sat in quiet contemplation. His body was aged, his once-jet black hair now white as the moon, but his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan still burned with an undying hunger.
Across from him knelt a shadow, a creature of ink and malice—Black Zetsu.
"The world is shifting," Madara murmured, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "But it is not yet where I need it to be."
He leaned forward, his gaze dark with purpose.
"Intensify the conflict between Amegakure and Konoha."
Black Zetsu's featureless face tilted slightly. "Shall I ensure Hanzō moves against the Leaf?"
"Yes." Madara's fingers tapped idly against the armrest. "Feed his paranoia. Make him believe Konoha seeks to dismantle his rule. Push him to declare war."
Black Zetsu chuckled, his voice like a whispering storm. "As you wish, Madara-sama."
With that, he melted into the darkness, vanishing into the unseen veins of the world.
The war Madara desired was about to begin.
Hiruzen's Summons – A Meeting of the Three Sannin
In the heart of Konoha, within the Hokage's chambers, the air was thick with unspoken tension.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat behind his desk, his eyes sharp, weary yet calculating as he regarded the three figures before him.
Tsunade, her arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line.
Jiraiya, his usual carefree demeanor overshadowed by the silent power radiating from his newly awakened form.
And Orochimaru—expression unreadable, golden snake-like eyes gleaming with hidden intrigue.
"You did not call us here just to talk," Orochimaru finally spoke, his voice smooth and knowing.
Hiruzen exhaled slowly, his fingers interlocking.
"No," he admitted. "War is coming."
The room grew deathly silent.
Jiraiya narrowed his eyes. "Amegakure?"
Hiruzen nodded grimly. "Hanzō is making his move. He sees the instability in the world and wants to expand his power. I suspect… he will strike against Konoha soon."
Tsunade's expression darkened. "And you want us to stop him?"
"No." Hiruzen's voice was cold, firm. "I want you to end the war before it starts."
Jiraiya let out a slow breath, his hands balling into fists.
Orochimaru merely smiled.
"We will see," he murmured.
The Storm Approaches
The world was no longer at rest.
• The Hyūga had uncovered their forgotten past.
• Ryūsei had gained the Uchiha bloodline, his Sharingan on the cusp of evolution.
• Jiraiya had awakened as a True Sage, his very being transformed.
• Madara had set the flames of war in motion, using Hanzō as his pawn.
• And Hiruzen had called upon his greatest students, knowing that the battle ahead would decide Konoha's fate.
The world stood at the brink of chaos.
And when the storm finally broke—
Nothing would ever be the same again.
End of Chapter 37