Naruto: The Story of the Moth, Part I

by Shil.ancz.oh

What if we learned the story of one jinchuriki, from the very beginning? What if Indra and Ashura had a sister… a powerful Seer, who'd show humans their true Darkness, leading them towards the Light? What if her reincarnation lived the life of Izumi Nanusake? Her Shinengan, worthy of competing with Sharingan, slowly casing shadow on the ninja world, in the days of Naruto Uzumaki.

5. Chapter 5: Moth reincarnated

Chapter 4: Moth reincarnated

The birth of the last heiress of Nanusake was approaching fast. Deep in desperation and despair, the clan, unable to conceive any more daughters, waited for years for the miracle that finally came. The Great Moth has finally shown her generousness. First, Midori gave birth to a white-haired beauty, christened heiress of a poodle moth, with the unusual white moth chakra. Symbolising determination, mesmerising attractiveness and deep innate abilities of genjutsu and medium. This meant that the girl would be able to control the Shinengan without losing her sanity, without risking losing control, she would have a chance to synchronise with the Abyss, quickly mastering the singing and dancing genjutsu.

Akira from the first days of birth was treated like a princess by all the women of the clan. She was the first child in many years who managed to come into the world and give a chance to prolong Nanusake's existence. There was no end to joy when Midori announced another pregnancy.

The closest members gathered in late November in a pagoda by the sea to welcome Akira's younger sister. Despite the long and exhausting labour, the family has finally welcomed to the world a tiny and healthy girl, Izumi. The clan sensory community announced amazing news in unison - the reincarnation of Huranaishi, the luna moth, turquoise chakra, was born. In Nanusake's history, reincarnations of the Divine were rare, being born only every few generations.

The eldest knelt before the child, blessing him with the sign of her blood. All the gathered knelt down with reverence. The complete silence was only interrupted by the sound of the waves and the cries of the newborn. Midori was ecstatic. Little Akira held her hand smiling from ear to ear, in love with her younger sister from the first moment. The old woman lifted her eyes and hands into the sky and all gathered followed through, waves of laughter and joyful screams filled the pagoda. The energy of life.