[Name]: Hyūga Arata
[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]: Clone Technique, 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]: [Crocodile Tears] [Silver Tongue] [Bluff and Survive] [Baited the Trap] [Honeyed Blade, Hidden Dagger] [Lie Becomes Truth]
[Remaining "Reality Points"]: 10,187
"Truly, murder and arson bring fortune. I suppose my efforts were worth it."
Hyūga Arata glanced at the flickering counter of Reality Points.
It was the first time he'd seen it reach five digits.
As the name implied, "Reality Points" allowed him to materialize things from his imagination, but they couldn't be used to directly strengthen himself.
For example, he couldn't just "create" the Ōtsutsuki bloodline for himself.
However, he could materialize the method to awaken that bloodline.
As for earning Reality Points?
He gained them by making others believe his lies, and by stirring up strong emotional reactions in them.
The amount of points he earned depended on several factors, first, the method of deception he used, reflected in the [Achievements] listed on his panel.
[Crocodile Tears], [Silver Tongue], and [Bluff and Survive] were older tricks he'd used before.
[Baited the Trap], [Honeyed Blade, Hidden Dagger], and [Lie Becomes Truth] were his tactics against Orochimaru.
The latter three were far higher in complexity and scale, and thus brought in far more Reality Points.
Next came the number and strength of targets.
Deceiving a genin and deceiving Orochimaru were worlds apart; the harder the target, the greater the reward.
Finally, how deeply the lie was believed and how intense the target's emotions became determined the final yield.
When Arata first arrived in this world, his starter gift had been a mere 100 Reality Points.
Through testing, he'd discovered that:
1 point could materialize a single refined kunai,
or a fingernail-sized piece of chakra-conductive metal,
or a low-grade explosive tag.
A hundred points, neither much nor little, were barely enough to create weak items.
Powerful ninjutsu or Kekkei Genkai were out of reach.
It was, frankly, disappointing.
So, once Arata understood his grim circumstances, he set his sights on Orochimaru.
He knew that his greatest asset wasn't the measly 100 points; it was his knowledge of this world.
At this time, Orochimaru had already experienced two Great Ninja Wars.
His obsession with truth and fear of death had crystallized into a single desire: immortality.
It was the same obsession that later made him delay body-switching, waiting endlessly for Sasuke to return.
Back then, even Kabuto's single line had forced Orochimaru into panic and compromise:
"If you don't reincarnate now, you'll lose everything. Can you accept that?!"
To Orochimaru, "losing everything" was unbearable, worse even than losing the Sharingan he coveted.
What he truly sought was never immortality or the Sharingan; it was everything: to learn every ninjutsu in existence, to master all truths of the world.
And that required endless life… and a stronger bloodline.
So, Arata forged a fake ancient scroll, two parts falsehood, eight parts believable myth, and simulated a sealing effect upon it.
In truth, the scroll's back half contained nothing. Orochimaru could never "break the seal,"
because Arata hadn't yet decided what to fabricate next.
Or rather, he had decided, but he didn't intend to show Orochimaru yet.
From beginning to end, everything Orochimaru saw was exactly what Arata wanted him to see.
Even letting Orochimaru take the scroll and "body sample" was deliberate, a calculated move to guide him further later on.
The smarter and prouder a person is, the more unshakable their self-confidence becomes.
The deception had cost him only 30 Reality Points, most for simulating the sealing technique.
Aged parchment took 1 point. The supposed "ancient secrets"? Entirely made up.
The remaining 70 points he spent on creating an empty vessel, a beautiful, flawless shell that was utterly hollow within.
That was the so-called "Ōtsutsuki body" Orochimaru had discovered.
The impact of that scroll and its "secrets" had completely shaken Orochimaru's worldview,
instantly multiplying Arata's Reality Points many times over.
Over time, he had poured the rest of his points into perfecting that "husk," spending more than ten thousand points to turn it into a genuine Ōtsutsuki biological construct.
However, this body's lineage came not from the extraterrestrial Ōtsutsuki but from the moon-dwelling branch of the clan.
A true, pure-blooded Ōtsutsuki's body, one on par with the Sage of Six Paths, belonged to a completely different species from humanity.
"One could never forge a true Ōtsutsuki body with only ten thousand points…"
Arata's gaze flickered as he examined his panel.
"The bloodline I modeled the fusion on was that of Ōtsutsuki Toneri."
"Toneri's lineage was the purest among all Ōtsutsuki, even Ōtsutsuki Urashiki called him 'kinsman,' while he referred to Sasuke and Naruto as 'inferior lifeforms.'
Aside from Kaguya herself, none in the shinobi world possessed purer blood than his."
"A bloodline equal to his is already the limit my body can withstand. Luckily, since the vessel was modeled directly after me, its organs fused perfectly, allowing my body to undergo a complete metamorphosis."
Still, Arata wondered, just how far had this new body evolved?
Thinking this, he rose from bed and stepped into the next room…
Time passed quickly.
The rain eased, and dawn broke; morning light pierced the fading night, scattering across the grass in dewy halos.
Konoha at daybreak was quiet as ever, especially within the solemn and disciplined Hyūga compound.
Until, suddenly, a loud, exuberant laugh shattered the stillness.
"Yosh! The best time to bloom with youth is now, HAHAHA!"
The laugh came even before the man himself appeared, making the patrolling Hyūga guards twitch at the corner of their mouths.
In the distance, a green blur sped closer, bowl-cut hair like a kappa, thick black eyebrows, a red scarf fluttering behind him, his forehead protector tied around his waist, both hands wrapped in bandages.
Dressed in his trademark green jumpsuit, he was running upside down, kicking up a cloud of dust as he went.
There was only one man in all of Konoha who would do this, Might Guy, Konoha Chūnin.