Wow I didnt think i would gain any readers or followers on my first chapter. Thank you all so much. I'll try my best to meet expectations and provide a quality story.
Antimage: I personally wasnt a fan of the whole reincarnation part of Naruto, it was ehh to me. So my story wont have any of that.
Also my version of the Otsutsuki clan arent aliens. That part ruined canon for me so in my head that part doesnt exist lol. I'll write a description of My version of the clan. At the end of this chapter.
"Two years have passed, and the morning sun bathes the serene training grounds of the Sage of Six Paths' temple. Rows of monks, their bodies glistening with sweat, stretch and prepare for the day's rigorous training. Among them, Hagoromo's children, Indra, Asura, and Kimura, move with the grace of seasoned warriors.
The morning air crackles with anticipation as the monks pair off for their daily sparring sessions. However, Indra and his younger sister, Kimura, remain apart. They hold something momentous, a secret they have been cultivating for years. Indra, now a lean and muscular thirteen-year-old, approaches his father with a determined glint in his eyes. "Father," he begins, catching Hagoromo's attention. The Sage, immersed in his own meditative state, turns towards his eldest son, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "What is it, Indra?" he inquired, his voice calm and measured.
"I have something to show you, Father," Indra declared, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Something I've been working on for the past three years." Hagoromo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Three years?" he mused, his curiosity piqued. "Show me," he commanded, his voice firm yet encouraging.
Indra nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. He began a series of intricate hand gestures, his movements fluid and precise. Chakra surged through his body, coalescing around his hands. Hagoromo watched intently, his mind racing. What was his son attempting?
With a final, explosive motion, Indra thrust his hands forward. A torrent of lightning, not simply a bolt, but a writhing, dragon-shaped stream of energy, erupted from his palms, obliterating a nearby tree. The monks, mid-spar, froze, their eyes wide with astonishment. They had seen the Sage's children manipulate the elements – fire, water, earth, wind, and lightning – but never like this. Never with such… control.
Asura, his eyes wide with awe, rushed towards his brother, examining his hands with fascination. "Big brother, what was that?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.
Indra grinned. "That," he declared, "is what I call ninjutsu. Ninja techniques."
Kimura, watching from a distance, felt a surge of pride. So this is what Indra had been working on all this time. It was truly remarkable.
Indra continued, his voice filled with newfound confidence. "I theorized that by utilizing these hand signs, chakra could be molded more precisely, allowing for greater versatility beyond simply manipulating the five basic elements: fire, water, earth, wind, and lightning." He paused, observing his father's reaction. "We, as your children, inherit a unique connection to chakra. But the other monks, despite possessing it, lack that innate affinity. I wanted to find a way to empower them, to allow them to shape their chakra in ways they never imagined, potentially even discovering new applications beyond the traditional five elements."
A hush fell over the training grounds. The monks, their initial shock giving way to a mixture of awe and apprehension, exchanged nervous glances. Hagoromo, his expression unreadable, remained silent for a long moment. "Impressive, Indra," he finally acknowledged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Truly impressive. But remember," he added, his tone grave, "this power, if wielded improperly, could be a dangerous weapon. The mastery of the five elements requires years of dedicated training and a deep understanding of their interactions. Fire counters Wind, Wind counters Lightning, and so on. This new technique, while powerful, must be used with utmost care and responsibility."
Indra nodded solemnly. "I understand, Father. But I believe this knowledge, when used for good, can greatly benefit our people."
Hagoromo smiled, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "I expect nothing less from my son."
"Kimura, witnessing her brother's impressive display, felt a surge of excitement. She couldn't be outdone. With a determined grin, she ran towards her father, catching his attention. "Father, Father!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation.
Hagoromo, still processing Indra's demonstration, turned towards his youngest child. "Hmm, you too?" he inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yes, Father!" Kimura declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have something to show you as well."
Intrigued, Hagoromo gestured for her to proceed. Kimura quickly unfurled a small, intricately woven scroll. Inside, a mesmerizing array of kanji characters flowed across the parchment, forming a complex and beautiful pattern. Even Hagoromo, a man who had seen countless wonders, was captivated by the intricate calligraphy. He had never known Kimura possessed such artistic talent.
"Dad," she asked, her voice filled with a mischievous glint, "can I borrow your staff?"
Hagoromo hesitated for a moment, then with a knowing smile, handed her the staff. It was a symbol of his power, a treasured heirloom, but he trusted his daughter implicitly.
Kimura carefully placed the staff across the scroll, her hands hovering above it. A surge of chakra erupted from her, pulsating through the scroll. In a sudden burst of smoke, the staff vanished, leaving behind a single kanji character – "staff" – etched into the center of the scroll.
Hagoromo's eyes widened in surprise. His staff, a physical object, had simply… disappeared. He trusted his daughter, but this was truly astonishing. "What… what did you do, Kimura?" he asked, his voice a mixture of awe and apprehension.
Kimura grinned mischievously. "I sealed it inside the scroll," she declared proudly.
With another burst of chakra, the scroll shimmered, and the staff materialized once more, reappearing precisely where it had been placed. A collective gasp echoed through the training grounds. Even the seasoned monks, accustomed to the extraordinary, were stunned. It was as if they had witnessed magic. How could a simple scroll contain a physical object?
Hagoromo, still reeling from the spectacle, looked at Kimura, seeking an explanation. "This," she explained, "is what I call fuinjutsu. Sealing techniques."
She continued, "I theorized that by infusing ink with chakra and using calligraphy to weave intricate patterns, I could program the chakra to achieve specific effects. So far, I've only managed to create what I call 'storage scrolls,' capable of storing multiple objects within their confines."
The monks stared at the scroll as if it were a sacred relic. Kimura, however, found their reactions quite amusing. Her mischievous side emerging, she playfully flicked her wrist, sending a thin thread of chakra towards the scroll. It leaped and danced across the ground, startling the monks. They jumped back in unison, their faces a mixture of fear and bewilderment.
Kimura burst into laughter, falling onto the ground, clutching her stomach. "You should have seen your faces!" she exclaimed, tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks. "HAHAHA!"
Hagoromo shook his head in exasperation, a fond smile playing on his lips. He picked up the scroll, his curiosity piqued. He spotted a potted plant nearby and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, placed it on the scroll. Channeling his own chakra, he witnessed the plant vanish, replaced by the kanji for "plant" within the intricate calligraphy. With another surge of chakra, the plant reappeared, seemingly unharmed.
"This is… truly remarkable," Hagoromo murmured, his mind racing with the possibilities. "The applications for this technique are limitless." He looked at Kimura, trying to comprehend the intricate workings of her sealing technique, but the sheer complexity of it left him momentarily speechless.
He simply shook his head in disbelief, a wide grin spreading across his face. His children, he realized, were truly extraordinary.
"Later that day, Kimura found Indra and Asura in the courtyard, their laughter echoing through the air. Asura, true to form, was poking the scroll with a long stick, seemingly convinced it was about to unleash some monstrous beast.
"Hey, Asura," Kimura teased, "the scroll isn't going to bite your face off. Relax."
Asura jumped back, startled, rubbing his head sheepishly. "Sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Kimura grinned, turning to Indra. "So, ninjutsu, huh?" she remarked, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "That was pretty amazing, Indra."
Indra waved her off dismissively. "Oh, please," he scoffed, "it's not like I'm making things disappear like a magician."
Kimura playfully punched him in the chest. "It's not magic, Indra," she chided, "it's… well, it's incredibly impressive."
Asura, ever the curious one, joined the conversation. "So, what else can this fuinjutsu do, Kimura?" he asked, his eyes wide with wonder.
Kimura pondered for a moment. "Well, theoretically, the possibilities are endless," she explained, "as long as you have three things: scientific knowledge, a bit of creative imagination, and, of course, perfect handwriting."
Asura shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You really are a witch, Kimura," he declared, knowing exactly how to get under her skin.
Kimura's eyes narrowed, a single dark mark appearing on her forehead. "I am NOT a witch, you dork!" she yelled, launching herself at her brother in a playful chase.
Asura shrieked and scrambled away, the two siblings engaging in a whirlwind of playful wrestling and laughter. The other monks, watching from a distance, chuckled at the comical display. They knew this playful banter was simply a sibling rivalry, a unique expression of their affection, though Indra tended to be a bit more reserved in his demonstrations.
Hagoromo, observing the scene from the temple steps, sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm too old for this," he muttered, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"Over the past two years, Kimura had dedicated herself relentlessly to honing her martial arts skills. Her movements became fluid and effortless, a mesmerizing dance of offense and defense. Years of striking against hard surfaces had tempered her body, her bones now possessing an almost unnatural density. Her attacks were sharper, more precise, and far more devastating. She had begun incorporating finger strikes, targeting specific pressure points to inflict pain or temporarily disable her opponents.
The first time she demonstrated this newfound skill was during a sparring match with Indra. Finding an opening, she swiftly poked him in the shoulder blade, causing his left arm to go numb instantly. Indra, startled by the sudden paralysis, quickly regained control, but the experience left him shaken. From that point on, he found himself struggling to keep pace with Kimura's relentless improvement. She was a whirlwind of motion, her attacks unpredictable and devastating.
Kimura, ever the strategist, constantly analyzed Indra's fighting style, identifying his weaknesses and developing countermeasures. She incorporated acrobatic maneuvers, reminiscent of the tricking techniques she had observed, adding a layer of unpredictability to her attacks.
Her chakra control, a constant source of both power and frustration, had become a major focus of her training. With relentless dedication, she had mastered the control of three elements: wind, water, and lightning. Manipulating these elements felt as natural as moving her limbs.
Now, driven by an insatiable curiosity, she was experimenting with combining the elements. After months of tireless effort, a breakthrough finally arrived. By carefully manipulating the flow of wind and water chakra, she managed to create a small, icy cube. The accomplishment, though minor, filled her with exhilaration. It was a challenging feat, requiring meticulous control and a deep understanding of the interplay between the elements.
Kimura's thirst for knowledge extended beyond martial arts and chakra control. She had diligently studied blacksmithing, eager to forge her own tools. She planned to request her father's assistance, utilizing his elemental control to create a powerful forge.
Her medical knowledge had also grown significantly. She had mastered basic first aid techniques and developed an extensive knowledge of medicinal and poisonous plants. She had even begun experimenting with creating and neutralizing poisons, utilizing her understanding of plant properties and her growing chakra control.
All in all, Kimura had become a formidable force. Her curiosity was insatiable, driving her to constantly explore new avenues of learning and push the boundaries of her abilities. She was a force of nature, a testament to the power of dedication, perseverance, and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge."
"Indra, unlike his sister, focused primarily on mastering the art of ninshu and perfecting his martial arts skills. As the eldest, he felt a strong sense of responsibility, believing himself destined to be the next heir to their father's teachings. He poured his heart and soul into his training, achieving remarkable control over his chakra. He had become a master of fire and lightning release, manipulating these elements with effortless grace and precision.
However, in recent months, an unsettling sensation had begun to plague him. A strange, itchy feeling would occasionally arise in his eyes, an irritating sensation that he couldn't quite explain. It wasn't painful, merely annoying, and he couldn't pinpoint the cause. Initially, he dismissed it as a minor irritation, but as time passed, he noticed a disturbing pattern: the itching seemed to occur more frequently during his sparring matches with Kimura.
Indra couldn't shake the feeling that something peculiar was happening. Was Kimura somehow influencing him? Was it a psychological effect, a distraction born from their intense rivalry? He couldn't be sure, but the sensation continued to intrigue and disturb him.
Meanwhile, Indra had achieved a significant breakthrough in his ninjutsu training. He had finally mastered the intricate hand seals necessary to perform destructive techniques, unleashing powerful attacks that echoed the awe-inspiring displays of his father. He believed in the philosophy of strength, convinced that overwhelming power was the most effective means of ensuring peace and stability. He envisioned a world where his strength would be an unwavering shield, protecting those he cared about from any potential threats."
"Asura, initially, approached training with a lackadaisical attitude. He preferred the company of his friends, finding the rigorous training sessions monotonous and demanding. However, witnessing the remarkable progress of his siblings – Indra's mastery of ninjutsu and Kimura's innovative sealing techniques – ignited a fire within him. He realized that he could not afford to fall behind.
With renewed determination, Asura dedicated himself to his training. He focused on strengthening his chakra reserves and honing his martial arts skills. His fighting style reflected his personality – powerful and relentless. He embraced a style that emphasized strength and resilience, absorbing punishment and retaliating with devastating force. This earned him the nickname "Asura the Strong," a moniker he wore with a hint of pride.
Asura possessed a natural affinity for wind release. Through rigorous training, he had mastered the art of manipulating wind, generating powerful gusts that resembled miniature hurricanes. He had even learned to sharpen the wind, creating razor-sharp blades that could slice through objects with ease.
Inspired by his siblings' innovations, Asura began experimenting with his own unique techniques. He yearned to create something extraordinary, something that would set him apart. However, his current efforts were still in their nascent stages.
When his siblings questioned his sudden shift in attitude, Asura confessed that he had been envious of their strength and felt inadequate in comparison.
Kimura, ever perceptive, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Asura," she said gently, "you shouldn't compare yourself to us. We all have our own unique strengths and weaknesses."
Asura looked at her, confused. "Really?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"Yes," Kimura assured him. "You, Asura, possess the most important strength of all."
Asura tilted his head, intrigued. "What is it?"
"You have the power to form deep connections with everyone you meet," Kimura explained. "You have a magnetic charm that draws people to you. That, Asura, is a truly powerful gift."
Asura's eyes welled up with tears. He hugged his sister tightly, overwhelmed by her words. "Thank you, Kimura," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Indra, observing the heartfelt exchange, remained silent, his expression unreadable. However, a flicker of something akin to… respect? …crossed his features.
"The siblings engaged in their daily taijutsu sparring session, Kimura and Indra facing off as usual. Indra, despite his rigorous training, found himself struggling against his sister's relentless assault. Her movements were fluid, her attacks unpredictable.
Suddenly, a sharp discomfort pierced his eyes. The world seemed to slow down, Kimura's movements blurring into a series of slow-motion images. Indra was bewildered. What was happening? He couldn't explain it, but he felt a surge of clarity, his reflexes heightened. He effortlessly dodged Kimura's attacks, his movements fluid and precise.
Kimura, initially confused by his sudden surge in agility, watched in disbelief as he evaded her strikes with uncanny ease. "Brother," she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern, "your eyes… they've changed!"
Indra, startled by her words, reached for the small mirror hanging around his neck. He gazed into his reflection, his breath catching in his throat. Staring back at him were a pair of crimson eyes, two swirling tomoe spinning rapidly within each pupil.
"What… what is this?" he stammered, stepping back in surprise.
A hush fell over the training grounds. The monks, their faces a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, exchanged hushed whispers. What was happening to Indra?
Hagoromo, observing the scene with a grave expression, immediately called Indra to him. "Indra," he commanded, his voice firm. "Come with me."
Training was abruptly dismissed. Hagoromo led Indra towards his private study, leaving the remaining monks and his other children in a state of bewildered confusion.
Kimura turned to Asura, her eyes wide with concern. "What was that?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Asura shrugged, his face pale. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "But I have a feeling we're about to find out."
Kimura, her mind racing, nodded in agreement. "Come," she said, her voice regaining its composure. "Let's head home."
Asura, still shaken by the events, nodded silently and followed his sister, their minds filled with questions and a growing sense of unease.
In Hagoromo's study, the Sage of Six Paths regarded Indra with a serious expression. "Do you know what those eyes are?" he inquired, his voice grave.
Indra shook his head, confusion etched on his face.
"They are known as the Sharingan," Hagoromo explained, "a powerful dojutsu that grants the user enhanced perception and even a degree of foresight. It allows you to anticipate your opponent's movements, predict their actions, and even reflect their attacks."
Indra's eyes widened in surprise. This was an incredibly powerful ability, surpassing anything he had ever imagined. Inwardly, a smirk touched his lips. With the Sharingan, he could finally surpass his sister, outmaneuver her in every way. He envisioned himself effortlessly defeating Kimura, his movements fluid and precise, his attacks anticipating her every move.
Hagoromo's voice cut through his thoughts. "You must be responsible with this great power, Indra," he warned. "Do not allow it to corrupt you. I have witnessed firsthand the destructive potential of unchecked power." Hagoromo's gaze turned distant, his mind drifting back to his mother, Kaguya, and the devastation she had wrought upon the world. "I will train you to control this ability," he continued, his voice firm. "It will be a demanding and arduous journey."
"I am ready, Father," Indra declared, his voice resolute. He bowed his head respectfully, then turned and left the study, his mind racing with the possibilities afforded by the Sharingan.
Hagoromo watched his son depart, a deep concern settling over him. He hoped his fears were unfounded, that Indra would use this newfound power wisely. But the memory of Kaguya's actions lingered, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked within unchecked ambition. He sighed and left the study, his mind heavy with apprehension.
The Otsutsuki Clan*
The Otsutsuki were not a clan of conquerors, but a deeply spiritual order, a sect of monks dedicated to the worship of the Shinto gods. They lived in harmony with nature, cultivating both their minds and bodies through rigorous meditation and martial arts training. They believed that these practices would bring them closer to the divine, allowing them to achieve a state of spiritual enlightenment.
Centuries of dedicated worship finally bore fruit. The Shinto gods, recognizing the Otsutsuki's unwavering devotion, bestowed upon them the gift of chakra, the very essence of their being. This divine energy imbued them with extraordinary power, elevating them above mere mortals.
Emboldened by this divine gift, the Otsutsuki sought to further their connection to the divine. Ancient scriptures spoke of a sacred seed, a gift from the gods, capable of nurturing the land and bringing forth an era of unprecedented abundance. Gathering in a solemn circle, the entire clan channeled their chakra, their collective will focused on a single purpose. Hours later, a small, glowing seed materialized at the center of their formation.
The monks rejoiced, carefully planting the seed in a secluded clearing. Over the next century, it blossomed into a magnificent tree, its branches reaching towards the heavens. The land flourished, revitalized by the tree's divine energy. The Otsutsuki, in gratitude, dedicated themselves to the worship of this sacred tree, believing it to be a direct manifestation of divine grace.
A thousand years passed. The tree, now fully grown, bore a single, luminous fruit, radiating an intense energy. The monks revered this fruit as a sacred artifact, a symbol of divine power, and vowed never to consume it.
The Fall of the Otsutsuki*
Centuries later, a child of exceptional promise was born to two high-ranking members of the clan: Princess Kaguya Otsutsuki. Under Kaguya's wise and compassionate leadership, the Otsutsuki clan flourished. She was a benevolent ruler, respected by all, and her guidance brought an era of unprecedented peace and prosperity to the land. The Otsutsuki, revered for their divine lineage and their benevolent rule, were seen as demigods by the other clans.
However, Kaguya's ambition began to grow. She craved greater power, a power that transcended even the divine. Believing herself worthy of such power, she defied the ancient taboo and consumed the forbidden fruit.
An intense surge of energy coursed through her veins, transforming her body. Her hair turned white, horns sprouted from her head, and a third eye opened on her forehead. She had achieved true spiritual enlightenment, surpassing even the gods.
Kaguya, now a being of immense power, became an object of both awe and fear. Her rule, though initially benevolent, gradually became more oppressive. Those who dared to question her authority were met with swift and merciless punishment. The goddess had become a tyrant.
Kaguya's reign of terror produced two sons: Hagoromo and Hamura. Both inherited the divine power of the fruit, born with extraordinary abilities beyond the comprehension of mortals. As they grew, they witnessed their mother's descent into tyranny, the fear and suffering she inflicted upon the world.
The brothers resolved to end their mother's reign of terror. However, Kaguya, sensing their rebellion, unleashed her full power. She ascended into the heavens, her chakra merging with the moon, transforming it into a grotesque, pulsating mass. The world was plunged into darkness, every living creature bound and enslaved by the monstrous lunar entity.
Only Hagoromo and Hamura, blessed with unique dojutsu – the Rinnegan and the Tenseigan – were immune to their mother's influence. A titanic battle ensued, a clash of cosmic proportions that reshaped the very landscape of the world. Finally, after a grueling six-month struggle, the brothers managed to defeat their mother, separating her from the monstrous entity she had created.
Hagoromo, utilizing the power of the Rinnegan, sealed his mother within the moon. However, the monstrous entity, known as the Ten-Tails, remained. To prevent it from wreaking further havoc, Hagoromo, in a selfless act, absorbed the Ten-Tails' chakra within himself, becoming the first Jinchuriki.
Hamura, recognizing the immense burden his brother now carried, volunteered to guard his mother's eternal prison on the moon. Hagoromo, forever changed by the ordeal, dedicated himself to healing the wounds inflicted upon the world. His travels and teachings earned him the revered title: the Sage of Six Paths.
"Well, folks, that's it for this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to offer my own take on the Otsutsuki clan, as I felt the traditional portrayal of them as aliens somewhat altered the tone of the story. I wanted to explore a more grounded, spiritual interpretation of their origins.
I'm eager to hear your thoughts on my version of the Otsutsuki. Do you think it fits within the overall narrative of Naruto? What are your own interpretations of this enigmatic clan?