The Path to True Power
With the war over, Konoha was undergoing rapid transformation. The old generation, battle-worn but victorious, had taken their place as mentors, while the new generation stepped forward to claim their own strength.
In the depths of the research facility, Ryūsei and Orochimaru had reached a crucial breakthrough.
The purification of bloodlines was no longer just an experiment—it was becoming a reality.
Orochimaru's Evolution—The Birth of a New Dōjutsu
For Orochimaru, his pursuit of perfection led him to fuse a second bloodline with his chakra seed—the Uchiha bloodline.
However, unlike Ryūsei, whose fusion was a controlled refinement, Orochimaru's was unstable and unpredictable.
The result?
A complete mutation of his eyes, transforming them into something entirely new.
• His eyes retained their golden snake-like pupils, but beneath their eerie glow, there was an unnatural depth, as if they could peer into the very fabric of existence.
• His vision extended to a microscopic level, allowing him to see cellular structures, chakra pathways, and even genetic information with terrifying clarity.
• But his most fearsome ability? Petrification.
With a mere gaze, he could paralyze and slowly turn his opponents to stone, their bodies breaking apart as their cells hardened beyond repair.
Though not as absolute as Ryūsei's God of Destruction, Orochimaru's dōjutsu was a curse upon all who met his gaze.
And he was only just beginning to explore its full potential.
The Clash of Generations
To test the limits of their training, the new generation found themselves facing Ryūsei in combat.
It was meant to be a friendly spar, but against someone like Ryūsei, even the most basic of fights carried a crushing pressure.
• Minato Namikaze blurred across the battlefield, refining his lightning-fast reflexes as he weaved through attacks.
• Kushina Uzumaki, her fiery personality reflected in her chakra chains, attempted to bind Ryūsei's movements.
• Nawaki Senju, wielding his natural talent with Wood Release, sought to overwhelm Ryūsei with sheer terrain manipulation.
But against him?
They were children standing before a storm.
With a flicker of movement, Ryūsei dodged every attack effortlessly, his Byakugan perceiving their strikes before they even thought to move.
• Minato's speed was fast—but not fast enough.
• Kushina's chains were strong—but not strong enough.
• Nawaki's Wood Release had potential—but lacked the raw power of his ancestors.
Each of them fell, one by one, panting, their chakra nearly depleted.
Yet, instead of discouragement, they felt something deeper—an unshakable drive to improve.
Ryūsei, standing over them, smiled slightly. "Not bad. But far from enough."
Minato pushed himself up, his blue eyes shining with determination. "Then we'll just have to try harder."
For the first time, Ryūsei saw a glimpse of something rare in Minato—the unbreakable will that would one day define him as Konoha's Yellow Flash.
Kushina, still gasping for breath, shot Minato a teasing grin. "You're such a show-off, ya'know?"
Minato scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "Says the one who nearly strangled him with chakra chains."
Their bickering did not go unnoticed. Tsunade, watching from the sidelines, smirked knowingly.
A spark had been lit between the two, one that would only grow stronger with time.
God of Destruction—Refining Divine Power
As the dust settled on the battlefield, Ryūsei slowly exhaled.
He had held back considerably, but even so, the training grounds were now a scarred wasteland, torn apart by the force of their clash.
Lifting a single hand, his Mangekyō Sharingan spun into existence, the deep crimson glow igniting the air with a sense of ominous authority.
The moment his pupil technique activated, the battlefield itself began to dissolve.
• Debris vanished.
• Destroyed terrain was erased as if it had never existed.
• Scorched earth returned to an untouched state.
The entire area was reset, cleansed of all destruction in an instant.
This wasn't merely destruction—it was absolute erasure, a return to pure nothingness.
And yet, for all its power, this was merely a small-scale application.
Ryūsei's control over the technique was improving, and the more he used it, the more he understood its limitations.
For minor applications like this, the chakra consumption was manageable.
But for greater feats?
For erasing enemies, entire battlefields, even time and space itself?
His chakra reserves would need to be far greater to wield such destruction freely.
Still, this was progress—a step toward truly mastering the divine power he had awakened.
A Silent Battle Brewing
As the training concluded, and as the bonds between the new generation deepened, dark clouds gathered on the horizon.
Danzo Shimura watched from the shadows, his mind already crafting new schemes.
The clans of Konoha, divided in their stance on bloodline purification, had begun maneuvering for or against the project.
And beyond Konoha's borders, the world watched with growing unease.
The Second Shinobi World War was over.
But the next conflict?
It had already begun in the hearts of men.