"Otsutsuki Bloodline Origin..."
An ineffable fear gripped the heart of the Ninja Sage for the first time.
At this moment, the Sage of Six Paths had no idea that this was merely the beginning. From now on, the agony of having his bloodline forcibly stripped away would become a daily occurrence, as he was reduced to a "treasure trove" for Senju Makoto to grow stronger.
In the next instant, a dense cluster of golden energy radiating a majestic aura was ripped out of his body and suspended in the void.
Looking at this cluster of stripped bloodline origin, after the initial fury, a subtle, cold sneer quickly flickered in the depths of the Sage's eyes.
This was his bloodline origin. Though it wasn't a large amount, it contained incredibly violent energy. Even if the boy before him had been absorbing his Six Paths Chakra for twelve years, his body would never be able to withstand it.
Absorbing it recklessly would most likely result in him exploding and dying instantly.
Even if he were lucky enough to survive, the best outcome would be him being eroded and assimilated by the "Otsutsuki Hagoromo" willpower branded within the bloodline, eventually becoming a perfect vessel for the Sage's descent.
However, the cold sneer of the thousand-year-old fox that had just surfaced on his lips froze completely in the next moment. His expression distorted, turning into a comical look as if he had swallowed ten live, jumping toads.
The giant golden hand slowly gripped the cluster of dark-gold bloodline origin, and a layer of soft, pure white light emerged from its palm.
Sizzle, sizzle...
A faint sound, like cold water poured into boiling oil or a stubborn stain being washed away by the most powerful solvent, sounded exceptionally piercing in the dead space.
Under the shroud of that pure white halo, the unique life imprints, the deep spiritual brands, and the fragments of will hidden so deep that even he might not fully know them—all belonging to "Otsutsuki Hagoromo" within the dark-gold energy cluster...
Like melting snow under a scorching sun, they rapidly dissolved, vaporized, and were annihilated until they were clean and without a trace.
In just a few breaths, the originally rebellious dark-gold energy, which radiated the majestic aura of the Sage of Six Paths, completely changed its appearance.
The color shifted from dark gold to a soft, pure golden-yellow, as warm as the morning sun.
Its aura changed from violent and majestic to balanced and peaceful, as docile as a newborn lamb. There was no longer any trace of "Otsutsuki Hagoromo" inside; only the most primitive, purest, and masterless... Otsutsuki Bloodline Power remained.
Furthermore, the halo of the giant hand continued to penetrate, further "taming" this origin power. The energy structure, which originally could have instantly burst even the God of Shinobi, was further refined and reorganized, becoming extremely gentle, stable, and clearly layered.
It was as if it had become a "perfect supplement" designed to be safely and slowly absorbed.
The Sage of Six Paths widened his Rinnegan, watching his "sweet bait" being washed into a "pure nutritious meal." His entire consciousness seemed to fall into a brief blankness.
All his previous calculations, cold sneers, and extraordinary wisdom had turned into invisible blades, repeatedly stabbing back into his own heart. It was more painful and more humiliating than that physical slap...
And then.
Under his nearly collapsed and dull gaze.
The cluster of pure bloodline power, now processed to be "harmless" and radiating an enticing luster, drifted toward the silently observing Senju Makoto like a swallow returning to its nest.
Without any obstruction.
Pop.
A soft sound, like a water droplet merging into a calm lake. It plunged straight into Senju Makoto's chest and vanished.
Makoto felt his entire body grow warm as a gentle yet vast power surged toward his limbs and bones.
"Mmm..."
Makoto couldn't help but let out a groan of extreme comfort. This feeling was impossible to describe even by a ten-thousandth; it was countless times more pleasurable than the top-tier spa services he had experienced in his previous life on Earth.
It was as if the parched earth was greeting a sweet rain or a cold body was embracing the sunlight. Every tiny cell was cheering and jumping, greedily sucking in this supreme Otsutsuki life origin.
Skin, flesh, tendons, bone, marrow... every corner of his body was undergoing a fundamental transformation.
His already freakish self-healing ability was further strengthened by the bloodline power. His chakra volume, which already far exceeded that of his peers, showed exponential growth, flowing through his meridians with a heavy and steady pace.
Beyond that, a deeper change was occurring. His lifespan limit was being invisibly extended. His physical vitality, endurance, and resistance to fatigue, toxins, and diseases... all underwent a full-dimensional leap.
Even his appearance and aura were being subtly adjusted. The lines of his facial features became clearer and more perfect, his skin turned translucent, and a hint of divinity quietly appeared between his brows.
The Sharingan, which he had been forced to activate earlier due to intense emotional fluctuations—along with the hidden burdens and stagnation it caused his underdeveloped body—instantly dissolved under the wash of this gentle and vast bloodline power. With a slight thought—
Shing!
His black-and-white eyes instantly turned into crimson Sharingan, rotating slowly. Although he wasn't a pure-blooded Uchiha, he could now use the Sharingan as he pleased without any hindrance. He could even sense his eye power increasing slowly but firmly.
"Phew..."
A moment later, Makoto slowly opened his eyes. A flash of complex light flickered in his gaze before vanishing. He concentrated his mind again and opened the pale-gold panel to check his own attributes.
Name: Senju Makoto
Age: 12
Chakra Attributes: Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Wind, Yin, Yang
Total Chakra: S- (Increasing rapidly)
Traits: Senju Sage Body, Uchiha Sage Eyes, Otsutsuki Bloodline (Incomplete, merging continuously)
.....
The panel data confirmed Makoto's perceptions.
He could clearly "see" internally that the cluster of golden bloodline power had not been absorbed all at once.
The vast majority of the energy had turned into countless tiny golden spots of light, settling into the deepest parts of his body like a dormant volcano. What had merged into his life just now was only the outermost layer.
The rest would be absorbed and merged slowly and steadily, second by second, as he breathed, pushing his life stage toward that of the true Otsutsuki Clan.
This "sense of stability"—of clearly perceiving oneself getting stronger and one's foundation being solidified at every moment—was far more intoxicating and reassuring than a sudden, explosive increase.
The Sage of Six Paths watched the satisfied smile on Senju Makoto's face and felt the boy's aura becoming increasingly powerful. Anger? Anger was no longer enough to describe his current mood.
It was a mixture of heaven-shaking fury, bone-deep humiliation, fear of an unknown power, and the violent panic of a chess player losing control of the board...