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Flashback: 800 years ago, in the Pure Land
In the realm of the dead, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki floated calmly in the Pure Land. He had created this place using the Creation of All Things—a world where shinobi and people with chakra could remain even after death. The power he used came not only from himself, but also from what he had once taken from his mother and the Ten-Tails.
Here, Hagoromo was like a god. In this dimension, he and his brother Hamura were equals, standing side by side as rulers of this eternal domain. Together, they had even created a new being—the Shinigami, the God of Death—whose duty was to take souls and maintain balance while hagoromo and Hamura took role of Yami the JUDGE.
But Hagoromo had wanted more than just balance. He wanted judgment. So, he shaped this realm into a place where those who committed great sins would be cast into eternal torment—or at least what mortals believed was torment.
Now, sitting in the stillness of this Pure Land, Hagoromo gazed forward. He could glimpse fragments of the future, and what he saw weighed heavily on him.
"The ninshū I gave to mankind," he muttered, "it will change. The child of prophecy… everything is already set in motion. I cannot interfere. We are not the true gods. There is One above us, the true Creator… Izanagi or KAMI."
Hamura stepped closer, his Tenseigan glowing faintly. "Brother… you can see the fate of the shinobi world?"
"Yes," Hagoromo answered, his eyes narrowing, the purple rings of his Rinnegan spinning slowly. "I see endless conflict. My people will fight each other and perish. Look at Indra and Asura's chakra—it keeps reincarnating, lifetime after lifetime. Even though I locked their Souls in the Pure Land, But their will refuse to disappear. Indra's hatred always brings destruction… and one day, his way will become the path that most of mankind follows. Asura's way of peace will fade into the shadows. Greed, power, bloodshed… shinobi killing each other for land, for pride, for their so-called jutsu."
Hamura's expression hardened. "And now… there is another. Mother's will. Our forgotten brother… we cannot interfere with it. Our bodies are gone. We are only souls now."
Hagoromo nodded solemnly. "That is why… I left a failsafe."
Hamura frowned. "Failsafe?"
"Remember when I chose Asura as my successor? When I gave him the power of the Six Paths?" Hagoromo said. "I created something else as well. A ring. A weapon that can change its form into anything. In the land of the living, it now appears as a sword. It can command the tailed beasts—but only someone with Asura's chakra, or his reincarnation, can truly wield it. To others, it is just an indestructible blade that can cut through anything."
Hamura's eyes widened. "And this… was not all you created, was it?"
Hagoromo lowered his voice, his tone heavy. "No. I also created a hidden power. A kekkei genkai unlike any other. I called it… the Power of Darkness."
Hamura's brows furrowed. "The Power of Darkness? What is that, brother?"
Hagoromo closed his eyes. "When I gave chakra to mankind, I gave them light—yin chakra, the power to grow and create. But I saw the future. That light will be corrupted. It will turn rotten. And when it does… darkness will rise to consume it. That is the second half of what I created. The Power of Darkness can swallow anything, copy anything, absorb anything. Its potential… even I cannot measure."
Hamura's heart tightened. For the first time in centuries, true fear flickered across his face. "Brother… if such power falls into human hands, they will be corrupted. This darkness may even surpass us. It may surpass Mother herself."
Hagoromo's expression darkened. He nodded slowly, silently agreeing with Hamura's fear.
Hagoromo's serious face slowly softened, and a faint smile appeared. He knew his brother was right. The Power of Darkness… its potential was terrifying. It could surpass him, their mother, even Hamura, and even the so-called Otsutsuki god Shibai, who had once ruled like an immortal but was struck down by the true Creator, Izanagi along with Other Otsutsuki's.
Just like every Rinnegan had its unique abilities, Hagoromo's eyes carried two special powers. The first was called Almighty, which allowed him to see the past, present, and future—and even bend them slightly. The second was called Boost, which could multiply his strength fifty times over. But with that came something more: a golden heart, a gift that allowed him to understand the true meaning of life.
He had seen everything—how the Creator had wiped out the Otsutsuki of this universe. And Hagoromo agreed with that judgment. Why shouldn't he? The Otsutsuki were twisted beings who preyed on the innocent, draining worlds of life. He had witnessed it himself: a green-skinned being, shaped like a human, had once begged the Otsutsuki to spare his daughter. Instead, they pierced her with a black rod and turned her into ash before her father's eyes—then burned his entire planet into nothing. The memory disgusted Hagoromo to his very core. When he had shown this vision to Hamura, his brother's rage had been just as strong.
Yet not everything could be solved. Black Zetsu still hid, born from Kaguya's will and made of chakra so deep and slippery and he hid himself so deep in planet that even Hagoromo, with all his power, could not erase him without destroying the world itself. At best, Hagoromo could seal him temporarily—trap him for around four centuries. But he knew: once that seal broke, Zetsu would return, and at that time, even they might not be able to kill him because they will be dead long ago.
After Zetsu, there had been Ishiki Otsutsuki—living inside the body of a monk named Jigen. Hagoromo and Hamura together had struck him down, but not before they discovered a fragment of the Ten-Tails within him. They split its power, each absorbing half, and their chakra grew threefold. But Hagoromo had also sensed the beast's will slowly gaining consciousness. If left alone, it would have become a disaster. Absorbing it was the only choice.
As he remembered all this, Hagoromo's smile returned. He raised his hand, showing Hamura visions of the future. "Brother, look. Asura's chakra has already reincarnated twice. You can see it—in Rajima, Kinshigi,Mosahashi,Saji,Yomeshi and later Hashirama Senju. And look at the pattern… do you see it?"
Hamura's Tenseigan glowed as he peered deeper into the vision. His eyes softened. "I see… no matter the age, no matter the darkness around them, the will of Asura does not corrupt. Even when surrounded by hatred, his reincarnations still carry light. Yes… they will always fight against the darkness. They will bring balance."
Hagoromo nodded with pride. "Exactly. That is why, in my failsafe, the TRUE Power of Darkness can only be truly wielded by Asura's reincarnation. The same goes for the ring I created—the one that now appears in the living world as a sword. Only Asura's reincarnation will control it."
Hamura tilted his head. "Wait, brother. Are you saying… there are two types of Power of Darkness?"
Hagoromo chuckled softly. "No. There is only one Power of Darkness. But yes, it can only awaken in one who follows Asura's path. Right now, it lies quietly within the Uzumaki clan and can be used by one. But one day… the Child of Prophecy will inherit it. When that happens, the true potential of the Power of Darkness will awaken—stronger than the Sharingan, greater even than the Rinnegan and Tensigan . That power will surpass everything this world has ever seen."
Hamura's expression tightened with worry, but Hagoromo only smiled. He understood the game being played. Black Zetsu wanted to treat the shinobi world like a board of chess. If so, then Hagoromo would play as well.
"He thinks he can keep moving his pieces for centuries," Hagoromo whispered. "But even in chess… one well-placed move is enough to end the game."
Hamura watched his brother carefully, then allowed a small smile of his own. "Very well, brother. Then let's see what future awaits the shinobi… the people of the Elemental Nations."
Both brothers turned their gaze to the living world below, watching silently as destiny began to weave itself.