Suzan slowly stepped away from the central Awakening Star Disk, his long white robes fluttering behind him. His footsteps echoed lightly across the divine floor of the galactic platform—a structure so massive it spanned the size of an entire solar system. Built over 150,000 years ago by a powerful Legend-stage Ōtsutsuki, the platform had stood the test of time, unshaken by wars or celestial storms. Since its creation, it had served as the ceremonial heart of the 5th Sector, a sacred legacy for all clan members worthy enough to awaken their true potential.
"This area should do," Suzan murmured, scanning the space beyond the Awakening Disk. He came to a halt, gazing out into the void. "Now… let's give the younger ones a proper battlefield."
Despite its grandeur, the galactic platform wasn't suitable for lower-stage combatants. Its divine construction made it impervious to damage and even reflected attacks from those weaker than the Legend stage. If the youth tried sparring here, they'd be obliterated by their own attacks. A separate world had to be forged—one capable of withstanding the fierce talents of upcoming warriors.
With a deep breath, Suzan's eyes shifted. His Byakugan began to twist and evolve, blooming into a majestic pair of nine-tomoe golden Rinnegan. A hum of power resonated through the air.
"World Creation," he intoned silently.
Immediately, vibrant particles of every elemental nature—fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, light, and darkness—began swirling before him. They condensed, spinning rapidly into a dense, glowing cluster. A planetary core began to form, pulsing with primal energy.
Raising his hand, Suzan spoke again in his mind: "Almighty Pull."
Across the void, asteroids from light-years away trembled and flew toward him like meteors drawn to gravity itself. They crashed into the forming core one after another—smashing, merging, fusing. The planet swelled: 1 km… 5 km… 100 km… until, after 15 minutes of cosmic sculpting, it reached a staggering 100,000 kilometers in diameter.
"This will suffice," Suzan said, eyes glowing once more.
"World Creation—Second Phase: Atmospheric Formation."
Water vapor spiraled upward, thickening into golden mist. Gases intermingled. Lightning sparked. Rain fell violently—flooding the terrain, giving birth to oceans.
"It seems my skills haven't gone rusty," Suzan muttered, eyes calmly fixed on the massive, azure sphere now orbiting above the ancient Galactic Platform. The newborn planet shimmered with freshly formed oceans and an infant sky, still trembling from the residual energy of its violent birth.
Yet, despite its grandeur, Suzan's expression remained stoic. "But this is far from complete," he whispered, as the golden 9-tomoe Rinnegan in his eyes began to turn crimson—each tomoe spinning slowly, aligning like a cosmic clock about to strike.
"World Creation: Third Phase – Land Formation."
A tremor pulsed through the atmosphere of the planet as tectonic energy surged from its core. With a subtle movement of Suzan's finger, continents began to rise from the submerged world below. A vast landmass emerged, stretching across 20 percent of the surface, its jagged edges hissing with vapor as molten rock met seawater. Then, from the opposite side, a second continent formed—smaller, denser, and ringed with mountains that pierced the clouds.
Suzan watched in silence, then slowly nodded. "Now… for the final step."
"World Creation: Fourth Phase – Life Formation."
Green energy burst forth from his palms, dancing like auroras through the stratosphere. The glow seeped into the soil, pulsing rhythmically like a heartbeat. Forests erupted in waves, carpeting the lands in deep verdant hues. Grasses spread, flowers bloomed, and fungi sprawled across the shaded undergrowth. In the oceans, clusters of glowing marine organisms swirled to life, while tiny land creatures began crawling from the brush.
Time itself seemed to warp as evolution hastened under Suzan's influence. Within minutes, creatures the size of horses grazed peacefully under massive alien trees. Storms brewed above the cliffs, clouds thickening into dynamic weather systems. It was a living, breathing world.
Suzan smiled for the first time. "I'll name you… Planet-1000A. Your life may be brief—just until the end of the tournament—but you're still my creation."
His gaze shifted to a collection of floating asteroids nearby. With a flick of his fingers, his Rinnegan lit up once more. The asteroids reshaped into a pristine, white material, coalescing into a colossal circular platform surrounding the new planet.
From this ring, elegant seating formations emerged—four grand courts, one in each cardinal direction. Thrones of crystal and star-forged steel took shape, reserved for the elders and high-ranking contestants. Above each section, a massive transparent screen hovered—capable of displaying every detail of the battles to those too weak to perceive the action directly.
Suzan stepped back, admiring his work. "Let the preparations begin."
Soon Suzan notified the elders he also the created 2 special thrones for Tensai and Reizan on the North side Next to the already Grand throne .
Soon after finalizing the planetary setup, Suzan floated above Planet-1000A and sent a spiritual transmission to the elders across the galaxy. "The preparations are complete. Please make your way to the arena platform," he announced.
In addition to the grand elder thrones, Suzan raised both hands and crafted two majestic thrones with divine precision — one lined with streaks of obsidian-black and gold for Reizan, the other shining in sapphire-blue laced with silver for Tensai. He carefully positioned them on the North side, right beside the central Grand Throne meant for the Elders . "Special seats for the great ones of this era," he muttered with a faint smile.
Meanwhile, at the massive Stardisk hovering far from the planet, the air buzzed with a ripple of notifications. Dozens of contestants paused as ethereal light pulsed around them. "It's time," one elder announced, his voice echoing through the void. A collective murmur followed — part anticipation, part tension.
Reizan stood calmly, his long coat billowing from the energy pressure surrounding him. "So it begins," he muttered, glancing at Tensai, who hovered beside him with a composed expression. Behind them, members of the Ōtsutsuki main family took flight in unison, their divine cloaks trailing like comets. Farther back, the branch family members followed, a visible divide between the powerful and the lesser.
The journey spanned thousands of kilometers, and despite their strength, it would have taken days. But the elders, floating ahead, dragged the slower ones along through forceful spatial pulses. Within an hour, all had arrived.
Suspended above Planet-1000A, four grand seating rings circled the globe like satellites, facing North, East, West, and South. Each direction had rows of seats and one imposing throne for the leading elder.
"Welcome, honored elders," Suzan announced, arms spread. "You may choose your seats."
He turned to Reizan and Tensai. "My lords, your thrones await on the North side."
The two descended, flanked by an elder who took the third seat beside them.
Suzan then divided the remaining contestants by preference rather than bloodline. Moments later, a colossal screen shimmered above the arena, displaying all participant names — North: 25, East: 25, West: 25, South: 25.
Suzan floated calmly above the massive planet, his divine Rinnegan glowing faintly. His voice echoed through the galactic arena, silencing murmurs and pulling all attention toward him.
"Now," Suzan began, "you will all compete against one another, divided by your designated sides—North, South, East, and West. Only one from each quadrant may advance to the Semi-Finals."
A hush fell over the crowd.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, a colossal roulette wheel materialized above the seating rows. It glowed brilliantly, separated into four sections, each filled with the names of contestants from that quadrant.
"We shall begin," Suzan announced, "with the North side."
The northern section of the wheel lit up and began to spin rapidly, names blurring into streaks of light. After a few tense seconds, the wheel slowed and landed with a clang.
"Otsutsuki Lenma," Suzan declared.
A quiet stir moved through the crowd as a tall figure floated to Suzan's side. Lenma had flowing green hair, pitch-black eyes without sclera, and two curved white horns protruding from his temples. His aura was cold, unsettling even to fellow Otsutsuki.
"So that's him," one elder muttered.
"I've never seen an Otsutsuki with features like that," whispered another from the main family.
"He's got Morning Star-level talent, but that look… definitely otherworldly," someone added with a hint of unease.
Lenma said nothing, his gaze fixed forward, arms crossed behind his back.
Suzan raised his hand again, and the wheel spun once more. All eyes were glued to the display. When it stopped, another name shined brightly.
"Otsutsuki Anon."
A young man with pale violet eyes and short, icy blue hair appeared opposite Lenma. His expression was emotionless, and his steps silent as he approached. He carried himself like a ghost—calm, distant, unreadable.
"Anon… Radiant Moon talent, isn't he?" someone whispered from the South seating.
"This match is going to be insane. Two prodigies right off the bat."
The other contestants leaned forward, some with curiosity, others with apprehension.
One branch family member nudged another and muttered, "Lenma looks like a different breed entirely. What even are those eyes?"
"Don't know," the other replied quietly, "but if I were Anon, I'd be worried."
Suzan smiled faintly.
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