[Name: Hyūga Kumokawa]
[Age: 15]
[Bloodline: Hyūga Clan → Ōtsutsuki Clan (5%)]
[Chakra Limit: D-rank → S-rank]
[Chakra Natures: Wind → Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Yin, Yang]
[Ninjutsu: Three Basic Techniques, Wind Release: Wind Cutter Technique (B-rank), Chakra Scalpel (A-rank)]
[Taijutsu: Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms (C-rank), Eight Gates: Gate of Opening (Forbidden Technique)]
[Kekkei Genkai: Tenseigan (10%)]
[Achievements: [Crocodile Tears][Honeyed Words][Bluffing Through][Full Immersion][Sweet Talk, Hidden Dagger][Turning Deception into Reality]]
[Remaining Reality Points: 10,187]
"Figures—killing and arson really does come with a golden payoff. All those years were worth it after all."
Hyūga Kumokawa glanced at the steadily climbing "Reality Points" counter. This was the first time he had ever seen the number reach five figures.
Just as the name suggested, Reality Points let him manifest anything he could imagine—except they could never be used directly on himself to boost his own power.
He could not simply grant himself an Ōtsutsuki bloodline, for example, but he could create the method to awaken one.
The only way to earn more points was to make people believe his lies and trigger strong emotional reactions in them.
The amount he received depended on three factors. First came the quality of the deception itself—the achievements listed on the panel. [Crocodile Tears], [Honeyed Words], and [Bluffing Through] were the simpler tricks he had used before. [Full Immersion], [Sweet Talk, Hidden Dagger], and [Turning Deception into Reality] were the far more sophisticated ones he had deployed against Orochimaru. Naturally, the latter trio yielded far higher rewards.
Second was the number and strength of the targets. Fooling a genin was not the same as fooling Orochimaru, so the points reflected that difference.
Third was how deeply the target believed the lie and how intense their emotional response became.
When he first crossed into this world and received the system, the beginner's pack had contained only a measly 100 Reality Points.
Through testing he learned that one point could manifest a finely crafted kunai, a fingernail-sized piece of chakra-conductive metal, or a low-power standard explosive tag. One hundred points were neither too much nor too little—enough for basic tools, but useless for powerful ninjutsu or kekkei genkai. It had felt painfully limited.
After assessing his dire situation, he had set his sights on Orochimaru.
Kumokawa knew his greatest asset was not the meager starting points but the knowledge of this world stored inside his head.
Orochimaru, who had already lived through two Shinobi World Wars, burned with an obsessive thirst for truth and a bone-deep terror of death. Immortality had become his single greatest fixation.
Even later, when his body was falling apart and he needed to transfer into a new vessel immediately, Orochimaru had still waited stubbornly for Sasuke to return so he could claim that particular body.
A single sentence from Kabuto had been enough to fill him with dread and force him to compromise: "If you don't reincarnate right now, you'll lose everything. Is that really acceptable?"
To Orochimaru, [losing everything] was an unbearable agony—stronger even than his obsession with the Sharingan.
What he truly wanted was never just immortality or the Sharingan. He wanted [everything]: to master every ninjutsu in the world and grasp every truth the universe held. Only endless life and a superior bloodline could make that possible.
So Kumokawa had offered a forged ancient scroll containing a mix of two parts truth and eight parts fabrication, complete with convincing sealing techniques.
In reality the scroll had been blank past the first few pages. Orochimaru would never have been able to break any "seals" because Kumokawa had not yet decided what to write next. Or rather, he already knew the next lie would shatter the current limits of the ninja world—but he had not wanted Orochimaru to see it yet.
Only after Orochimaru truly mastered the Impure World Reincarnation Technique and the secrets of the soul would he be ready to serve as the perfect pawn for the next stage of the plan.
From beginning to end, Orochimaru had seen only what Kumokawa allowed him to see.
Even letting him take the scroll and a piece of the Ōtsutsuki flesh had been deliberate—so that future revelations could continue to guide him.
The smarter and prouder a person was, the more firmly they trusted their own judgment.
The entire deception had cost just thirty points. Most of that went into forging the seals; aging the scroll had taken only one. The so-called ancient secrets had been made up on the spot.
The remaining seventy points had been spent manifesting an empty shell—a body that looked perfect on the outside but was hollow inside. That was the so-called Ōtsutsuki corpse Orochimaru had coveted.
Both the scroll and the body had delivered a devastating blow to Orochimaru's worldview, instantly multiplying Kumokawa's Reality Points several times over.
Every point earned afterward had been poured into filling that empty shell. Over the years he had spent more than ten thousand points to replace its organs with genuine Ōtsutsuki ones.
Not the extraterrestrial Ōtsutsuki, however—the lunar branch.
A true extraterrestrial Ōtsutsuki body would have been on the level of the Sage of Six Paths, an entirely different species from ninja-world humans.
"Ten thousand points still weren't enough to manifest a complete Ōtsutsuki body."
Kumokawa's eyes flickered as he studied the 5% Ōtsutsuki bloodline. "When I created it, I calibrated the purity to match Ōtsutsuki Toneri."
"Toneri possesses the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodline in existence. Even Ōtsutsuki Urashiki called him 'kin' instead of the 'inferior creature' he used for Sasuke and Naruto. Aside from Kaguya herself, no descendant in the entire ninja world carries purer blood than he does."
"A bloodline on that level was already the absolute limit my body could handle. Since the shell had been tailored to my exact template, its organs fused perfectly with mine and triggered a complete transformation."
He still did not know precisely what level this new body had reached.
For now, the priority was to accelerate the fusion of the Ōtsutsuki bloodline, raise its purity, and use that to speed up the awakening of his Tenseigan.
"There should be two techniques that can accomplish that."
With the decision made, Hyūga Kumokawa got out of bed and walked into the next room.
Time passed quickly. The rain gradually eased, and the first light of dawn sliced through the lingering darkness, scattering soft halos of dew across the grass.
Konoha was still quiet at this hour, especially within the strict, hierarchy-conscious Hyūga clan grounds.
Then a string of bizarre, booming laughter shattered the peace.
"Oh ho! This is exactly the moment when youth should burst into full bloom! Hahahaha!"
The laugh arrived before its owner. The Hyūga guards on duty twitched at the corners of their mouths as a green blur appeared in the distance.
Bowl-cut hair, thick black eyebrows, red scarf, forehead protector tied at the waist, hands wrapped in bandages.
The only person in all of Konoha who wore that garish green spandex while running upside-down and kicking up clouds of dust.
Konoha chunin—Might Guy.
"Another crude brute. Perfect match for that failure."
The Hyūga clansmen hid their disgust and contempt as best they could. They might look down on Might Guy, but they would not bar him from the grounds. Doing so would be rude, and today was the main family heiress's third birthday. No one wanted to cause trouble on such an important day.
"Good morning!"
Catching their stares, Might Guy flashed a wide grin. His gleaming white teeth sparkled so brightly in the morning sun they were almost blinding.
Completely unbothered by their cold silence, he brushed the dirt from his clothes and strode inside.
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