Name: Hyuga Yunchuan
Age: 15
Bloodline: Hyuga → Ōtsutsuki (5%)
Chakra Capacity: D-rank → S-rank
Chakra Nature: Wind → Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Yin, Yang
Ninjutsu: Transformation, Clone, Substitution; Wind Release: Wind Cutter (B); Chakra Scalpel (A)
Taijutsu: Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms (C); Eight Gates: Gate of Opening (Forbidden)
Kekkei Genkai: Tenseigan (10%)
Achievements: [Crocodile Tears] [Honeyed Words] [Bluffing Through] [Entering the Game Personally] [Honeyed Blade] [Turning False into True]
Remaining Reality Points: 10,187
"Arson and murder really do bring fortune," Yunchuan muttered lightly.
For the first time, his Reality Points had exceeded five digits.
The function of Reality Points was simple:
They could manifest imagined external objects.
But they could not directly strengthen him.
He could not simply "grant himself Ōtsutsuki blood."
However—
He could manifest a method to awaken it.
And Reality Points were gained by making others believe his lies—especially when those lies provoked strong emotional reactions.
The system judged gains by three factors:
The sophistication of deception — reflected in the "Achievements" panel.
Earlier tricks like [Crocodile Tears] or [Bluffing Through] were crude.
But [Entering the Game Personally], [Honeyed Blade], and [Turning False into True]—those were on an entirely different level.
The target's quality and strength.
Deceiving a genin and deceiving Orochimaru were worlds apart.
The degree of belief and emotional fluctuation.
When Yunchuan first arrived in this world, his beginner reward had been a mere 100 points.
One point could create a refined kunai.
A fingernail-sized piece of chakra-conductive metal.
A low-grade explosive tag.
One hundred was neither much nor useful.
Certainly not enough for a bloodline.
So he turned his eyes toward Orochimaru.
Yunchuan's greatest asset was not the 100 points.
It was knowledge.
He understood Orochimaru's psychology better than Orochimaru understood himself.
After two Great Ninja Wars, Orochimaru's obsession was clear:
Truth.
Immortality.
The terror of losing everything.
Later, even when his body collapsed and he desperately needed to reincarnate, he still waited for Sasuke Uchiha.
Because to him, losing everything was worse than death.
As Kabuto Yakushi once said:
"If you don't reincarnate now, you'll lose everything. Is that acceptable?"
It wasn't.
Orochimaru didn't crave mere eternal life.
He wanted everything.
All jutsu.
All knowledge.
All truth.
To achieve that, he needed stronger blood.
So—
Yunchuan forged an ancient scroll.
Two parts false, eight parts true.
He even layered it with sealing techniques.
The truth?
There was nothing beyond the first pages.
Orochimaru would never unlock the "rest."
Because it didn't exist.
Yunchuan hadn't written it yet.
Everything Orochimaru saw—
was exactly what Yunchuan wanted him to see.
The scroll cost 30 points (most of it for the sealing illusion).
Aged parchment? One point.
The "ancient secrets"? Completely fabricated.
The remaining 70 points were used to manifest a flawless empty shell—the so-called Ōtsutsuki corpse.
Beautiful beyond mortal standards.
But hollow inside.
Those revelations shattered Orochimaru's worldview.
Reality Points multiplied instantly.
Over six years, Yunchuan reinvested every point into gradually replacing that hollow shell's organs—
With genuine Ōtsutsuki organs.
But not extraterrestrial Ōtsutsuki.
The lunar branch.
The clan descended from Hagoromo Otsutsuki's era.
True alien Ōtsutsuki bodies were on the level of Kaguya Otsutsuki—a fundamentally different species.
Ten thousand points were insufficient for that.
So Yunchuan calibrated his manifestation target carefully.
He modeled the bloodline purity after Toneri Otsutsuki.
Toneri possessed the purest surviving Ōtsutsuki lineage in the shinobi world.
Even Urashiki Otsutsuki had acknowledged him as kin.
Aside from Kaguya herself, none were purer.
Yunchuan pushed himself to that threshold—
And no further.
Because anything beyond that…
His current body would not withstand.
The organs were custom-tailored to his own template.
Perfect compatibility.
That was why the transplantation succeeded.
Five percent bloodline—
Yet already S-rank chakra capacity.
Seven chakra natures.
And—
Ten percent Tenseigan awakening.
Still.
He needed to test it.
Yunchuan rose quietly and stepped into the adjacent room.
Dawn approached.
Rain ceased.
The first light split the horizon.
The Hyuga compound remained silent, disciplined and rigid.
Then—
A thunderous laugh shattered the stillness.
"OH HO! NOW IS THE PRIME OF YOUTH!"
The guards twitched.
Before the figure appeared, the voice had arrived.
Green blur.
Thick eyebrows.
Red scarf.
Headband tied at the waist.
Bandaged fists.
Running on his hands.
Only one man in Konoha dressed like that.
Konoha Chunin—
Might Guy.
Youth had arrived at the Hyuga gates.
And Yunchuan smiled faintly.
Perfect.
A living benchmark.
Let's see—
How far this body has evolved.