Name: Hyūga Gin
Age: 15
Bloodline: Hyūga Clan → Ōtsutsuki Clan (5%)
Chakra Capacity: D-rank → S-rank
Chakra Nature: Wind → Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Yin, Yang
Ninjutsu:
Academy Three Techniques
Wind Release: Wind Cutter (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:
[Cat Crying Over a Mouse]
[Honeyed Words]
[Passing Oneself Off]
[Entering the Trap Personally]
[Sweet Words, Hidden Blades]
[Turning Falsehood into Truth]
Remaining " ": 10,187
"As expected—murder and arson really do pave the road to riches,"
Hyūga Gin muttered with a faint smile.
He glanced at the intermittently increasing number of .
This was the first time he had ever seen the total reach five digits.
As the name implied, allowed him to materialize imagined external objects—
but they could not directly enhance his own strength.
For example, he could not simply grant himself Ōtsutsuki blood.
But—
He could materialize a method for awakening Ōtsutsuki blood.
The way to obtain was equally simple:
Make others believe his lies, and induce strong emotional fluctuations.
The number gained depended first on the method of deception, recorded as Achievements on the panel.
[Cat Crying Over a Mouse]
[Honeyed Words]
[Passing Oneself Off]
These were tricks he had used before.
Meanwhile—
[Entering the Trap Personally]
[Sweet Words, Hidden Blades]
[Turning Falsehood into Truth]
These were methods tailored specifically for Orochimaru.
Naturally, the latter were of a much higher tier—and thus yielded far more points.
Second came the number and quality of the targets.
Deceiving a genin and deceiving Orochimaru were two entirely different matters.
Finally—
The depth of belief in the lie, and the intensity of emotional impact it caused.
When Gin first transmigrated into this world and obtained the system, his beginner reward amounted to a mere 100 .
Through testing, he discovered that:
1 point could materialize
a finely crafted kunai,
a fingernail-sized piece of chakra-conductive metal,
or a low-quality standard explosive tag.
One hundred points were neither many nor few.
They were utterly insufficient for high-level ninjutsu, let alone Kekkei Genkai.
Frankly speaking—
They were useless.
So after understanding just how dire his situation was, Gin set his sights on Orochimaru.
He knew his greatest asset wasn't the pitiful hundred points—
It was his knowledge of this world.
At this point in time, Orochimaru—having survived two Great Ninja Wars—was utterly obsessed with truth, and terrified of death.
Immortality had become his fixation.
Just as in the future, even when his body was collapsing and demanded immediate reincarnation, Orochimaru still stubbornly waited for Uchiha Sasuke to return before switching bodies.
And back then—
Kabuto needed only a single sentence to force Orochimaru into compromise:
"If you don't reincarnate now, you'll lose everything. Is that acceptable?"
For Orochimaru, losing everything was unbearable—
even more terrifying than abandoning his pursuit of the Sharingan.
Because Orochimaru never truly wanted immortality or the Sharingan.
What he wanted was everything.
Every jutsu.
Every truth.
All knowledge in the world.
And that required living forever.
And for that—
He needed a stronger bloodline.
Thus—
A forged ancient scroll was created.
Two parts false.
Eight parts true.
Layered with convincing fūinjutsu.
In reality, the scroll contained nothing beyond the early sections.
Orochimaru would never unlock the "seals"—
Because Gin himself hadn't decided what came next.
Or rather—
He had.
But it was a lie that transcended the shinobi world's existing framework.
And Orochimaru wasn't yet worthy of seeing it.
Only an Orochimaru who had fully mastered Living Corpse Reincarnation and the mysteries of the soul would be suitable—
And qualified—
To serve as a pawn in the next stage.
From the very beginning, Orochimaru saw only what Gin allowed him to see.
Even the scroll and the flesh fragment being taken—
That too was intentional.
The smarter and more arrogant a person was, the more unshakable their confidence in their own judgment.
All of this cost merely 30 .
Most were spent fabricating the sealing techniques.
Aging the scroll itself took only 1 point.
The "ancient secrets"?
Pure invention.
The remaining 70 points were used to materialize an empty shell—
A flawless vessel, perfect in appearance, hollow within.
What Orochimaru believed to be an Ōtsutsuki corpse.
These two items—especially the scroll's contents—delivered a catastrophic blow to Orochimaru's worldview.
Gin's multiplied instantly.
From then on, every point he gained went toward filling that shell—
Replacing it, bit by bit, with genuine Ōtsutsuki organs.
Over the years, more than ten thousand points were consumed.
But this Ōtsutsuki lineage—
Belonged not to the extraterrestrial Ōtsutsuki.
It came from the Moon.
True Ōtsutsuki physiology should be at least on Six Paths Sage level—
An existence fundamentally different from humans.
"Ten thousand points still aren't enough to materialize a true Ōtsutsuki body…"
Gin studied the 5% Ōtsutsuki bloodline value.
"When I set the benchmark, I chose Ōtsutsuki Toneri."
"Toneri possesses the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodline. Even Ōtsutsuki Urashiki referred to him as 'one of our kind'—not as 'inferior life', the way he spoke of Naruto and Sasuke."
"Other than Kaguya herself, no descendant in the shinobi world surpasses him in purity."
"A bloodline on that level is already the absolute limit my body can endure."
"Combined with the vessel being tailored specifically to me, that's why the organs fused perfectly—and triggered this complete transformation."
Still—
What level had this body truly reached?
For now, the priority was to accelerate bloodline fusion, increase purity, and feed that growth back into the Tenseigan's awakening.
"There should be two techniques capable of doing this."
With that thought, Gin rose from the bed and walked into the adjacent room.
Time passed.
The rain gradually ceased.
Dawn split the darkness, light scattering across dew-soaked grass.
At daybreak, Konoha was quiet—
Especially within the strict and hierarchical Hyūga Clan compound.
Then—
A burst of bizarre laughter shattered the stillness.
"OHO! NOW is the best time for youth to BLOSSOM!! HAHAHAHA!"
The voice arrived before the man himself.
The Hyūga guards twitched at the corner of their mouths as a green blur approached.
Bowl-cut hair.
Thick eyebrows.
Red scarf.
Bandaged hands.
Forehead protector tied around the waist.
A green jumpsuit.
Running upside-down.
Only one man in Konoha fit that description.
Might Guy, Chūnin of Konoha.
"Tch. That crude brute… truly a perfect match for that useless Branch Family trash."
The Hyūga guards masked their disdain.
Though they despised Guy, they did not stop him.
After all—
Today was the Main Family's young lady's third birthday.
They wouldn't cause trouble on such an occasion.
"Good morning!"
Guy flashed them a dazzling grin, white teeth gleaming painfully in the sunlight.
He brushed off the dust and strode inside—
Unbothered by their cold stares.
(End of Chapter)