Under the vast star-filled sky, the moon continued to cast its cold, immaculate glow, bathing the ninja world below in silvery light. Beneath that radiance, the land of the shinobi appeared unusually peaceful—quiet, tranquil, as if wrapped in a fragile dream.
At this very moment, upon the moon itself, within an opulent and magnificent castle, a small figure sat atop a section of the outer ramparts.
The figure looked no more than six or seven years old. He had short, snow-white hair that fell softly and smoothly, a delicate and fair face of almost doll-like beauty, and he wore a pristine white sage's robe. Beneath his collarbone, faint black magatama-like markings were engraved into his skin.
Taken as a whole, he gave off an impression of profound calm and deep, almost unfathomable wisdom—an utterly unbelievable presence for a child so young.
Yet there was one undeniable regret.
His eyes were tightly shut, never opening, denying the world any glimpse of what lay within.
"Damn it… I've already been here seven years. Seven whole years," the refined child muttered softly, his sigh laced with irritation. "When will those walking corpses finally start an internal war?"
Ōtsutsuki Toneri—this was the name he bore now.
Of course, it had not been his original name.
But that no longer mattered.
In this life, this was the name he would live by.
"Counting the time… they should be about my age now. That means they're seven too," Toneri murmured quietly to himself, his voice completely swallowed by the howling lunar winds.
"No. I can't keep waiting here. I have to find a chance to go to the ninja world. Those old monsters—living forever without dying, nothing but parasites. Every day they stir up nonsense, yet only cause minor incidents. It'll still take time before things turn into a true life-and-death struggle."
His tightly closed eyes tilted toward the sky, as if he could already see the magnificent, turbulent ninja world beyond.
He was a transmigrator.
And luck was on his side—he had seen that anime. He understood exactly who he was supposed to be.
Ōtsutsuki Toneri.
A final-movie antagonist. A so-called ultimate boss.
The owner of the Tenseigan—an eye whose power rivaled even the Rinnegan!
But that was the future.
Right now, he was nothing more than a blind child—one without eyes, unable to see even an inch before him.
Naturally, he had no intention of following the "history" he remembered.
Stealing the princess, getting educated by the prince?
Then obediently staying on the moon to guard the ninja world, only to later be sealed away effortlessly by Ōtsutsuki Urashiki due to lacking the Tenseigan?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
"I need to find a way into the ancestral grounds… to meet that grandmother. Then I'll head to the ninja world, grow, plan, and lay everything out. I've been given a chance to walk this world—there's no way I'm rotting away on the moon!"
Toneri spoke softly to himself. His eyes remained closed as ever, while the wind lifted his white robe, leaving him looking solitary and forlorn.
He would never accept walking down a predetermined path.
He wanted to stir chaos.
In every person's heart lurks a demon called ambition. Normally, it is locked away by so-called rules and reason.
But once given the slightest opportunity—
It will break free, roaring and raging without restraint.
Ōtsutsuki Toneri was exactly like that now.
Given such a rare chance to step into the ninja world, he would never be content with silence and obscurity.
What's more—
Though he lacked eyes, he possessed the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodline.
His talent, in this world, stood at the very pinnacle.
And perhaps because he was a transmigrator, though he had no so-called "golden finger," he could feel it clearly—
His talent far surpassed those old relics by several times over.
And besides…
Did he truly have no eyes?
As if recalling something, Toneri's lips curved into a faint smile. He slowly loosened his tightly clenched left hand. A vivid crimson glow flickered within his palm, radiating an eerie, demonic brilliance.
"Young Master, the clan head is calling for you."
A crisp, slightly childish girl's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.
"Kyokusen?" Toneri turned his head toward the voice. "Do you know why Father is looking for me?"
Ōtsutsuki Kyokusen—his personal attendant.
Though Toneri had no eyes, his hearing and sensory perception far exceeded that of ordinary people, allowing him to clearly discern the presence of those around him.
Because he was born blind, Toneri—despite being the son of the Ōtsutsuki branch family's head—was indeed looked down upon by many.
But he didn't care.
It didn't matter.
After all, they were all dead men walking.
And toward the dead, he was more than generous in tolerating a little disrespect.
"I don't know either," Kyokusen shook her head honestly. "But it seems to be something very important."
She was merely a servant—how could she possibly know the clan head's intentions?
"I see. Thank you, Kyokusen," Toneri nodded gently.
He leapt down from the rampart, landing steadily on the ground, then smiled in her direction.
"You're too kind, Young Master. This is simply my duty."
Though she knew Toneri could not see her, Kyokusen still lowered her head respectfully.
She deeply admired her young master—so young, yet already so mature and composed.
As his personal attendant, she understood clearly just how terrifying his talent truly was—far beyond the so-called geniuses of the clan.
In Kyokusen's eyes, those "geniuses" weren't even as capable as herself—let alone worthy of being compared to Toneri.
They weren't fit even to polish his shoes.
That was what Kyokusen truly believed.
"Even though you're my attendant, Kyokusen, I sometimes feel that I'm holding you back. You could have had a much better future," Toneri said with a soft shake of his head, smiling lightly.
Despite lacking eyes, his delicate face remained flawless.
He wasn't lying.
He understood his attendant's talent very well—her Ōtsutsuki bloodline was exceptionally pure.
If given the chance, Toneri would not hesitate to invest effort into nurturing her.
After speaking, Toneri walked straight into the castle.
He still had to meet his father.
Watching his retreating figure, Kyokusen couldn't help but sigh softly.
What a pity.
Such an outstanding young master…
Why did he have to be born blind?
What Kyokusen didn't know was this—
It was precisely because Toneri's Ōtsutsuki bloodline was too pure that he had been born blind.
Ordinary Byakugan eyes simply could not withstand such an extreme constitution.