Unraveling the Past
The scroll felt heavy in Ryūsei's grasp. Not in weight, but in significance—as if centuries of history had been condensed into its fragile parchment.
He stood within the heart of the Moon's ancient temple, where time itself seemed frozen. The stone walls, once pristine, were now marked by age and battle, the lingering echoes of a civilization long turned to dust.
Though Hamura Ōtsutsuki had vanished, his presence remained. A shadow of wisdom left behind, pressing against Ryūsei's thoughts.
"If you wish to break the cycle… you must understand what came before."
The scroll was his answer.
Taking a steady breath, he unfurled it.
The ink was ancient, yet untouched by time. Strange symbols filled the parchment, shifting in patterns unfamiliar to the modern eye. The script belonged to an era long before his own—a language of the first Ōtsutsuki.
But as his Byakugan flared, the markings began to shift. The chakra woven into the scroll responded to his presence, rewriting the text into a form he could comprehend.
And so, the lost history began to unfold.
The Fall of the Moon Ōtsutsuki
"We were once united. A single clan, bound by purpose. But pride and ambition turned brother against brother, and our civilization shattered into two—"
The Main Family.
The Branch Family.
It was not a division that had always existed. It was created. Forced.
The Main Family claimed absolute rule, believing themselves the true inheritors of Hamura's will. They saw themselves as divine beings, meant to govern without question. To them, the Branch Family existed to serve, never to rise.
The Branch Family refused to accept this fate. To them, the Main Family had twisted Hamura's teachings, hoarding power for themselves while those beneath them suffered.
And so, rebellion ignited.
"We struck down those who called themselves our masters, breaking the chains that bound us. But in claiming our freedom, we ensured our own demise."
Victory was hollow.
The war did not end in triumph.
It ended in annihilation.
A civilization that had thrived for centuries—reduced to ruins and corpses.
Ryūsei's fingers curled around the edges of the scroll.
"Only a handful survived. And of them, a single bloodline remains."
He already knew.
Toneri.
The last living descendant of the Moon Ōtsutsuki.
And his fate now rested in Ryūsei's hands.
The Burden of Truth
Ryūsei exhaled, closing the scroll with a quiet rustle.
He had known the Moon Ōtsutsuki had fallen, but reading their own words—their final testament—made it feel real in a way he hadn't expected.
Their destruction was inevitable.
A cycle, repeated again and again.
Kaguya.
Hamura.
The Moon Ōtsutsuki.
The Main and Branch Families.
Each one had followed the same path.
Each one had ended in war and death.
And now, Ryūsei stood at a crossroads.
Would he be just another piece in this endless cycle?
Or would he be the one to break it?
His gaze drifted toward the sealed chamber where Toneri and his maid lay, frozen in time. The weight of responsibility settled onto his shoulders like an iron mantle.
He had already made his decision.
The boy would not be raised in vengeance.
He would not inherit the hatred of his ancestors.
Instead, he would be given a future—one free from the sins of the past.
"When the second daughter of the Hyūga Clan head is born, you will awaken."
A new beginning.
And perhaps, an end to the division that had plagued their bloodline for centuries.
A Legacy Unfinished
Just as Ryūsei was about to roll the scroll shut, something caught his eye.
There was more.
The final section of the parchment was different. The ink shimmered faintly—not black, but silver. And when he read the words, a deep, ancient power seemed to stir within them.
*"To those who seek balance, to those who seek truth—"
"The path of Yin-Yang Escape lies before you."
"Life and death. Creation and destruction. Light and shadow."
"To wield both, one must abandon neither."
"Only through perfect harmony of Yin and Yang can one grasp the origin of all chakra."
"To the one who stands at the threshold of gods, this is the final inheritance of Hamura Ōtsutsuki."
A technique.
Not just any technique—a method to fully master Yin-Yang Release.
Ryūsei's breath slowed.
This was no ordinary chakra art. It was the foundation of all chakra—the true balance of creation and destruction.
If he mastered this…
It would bring him one step closer to surpassing even Kaguya.
One step closer to breaking the cycle once and for all.
Return to Earth
The journey back was silent.
As Ryūsei descended from the Moon, the stars stretched infinitely across the darkness, their light distant yet unwavering.
In his hands, he carried a legacy of ruin.
But within him, he carried the future.
A future that would not repeat the mistakes of the past.
No matter what it took—he would forge a new path.