Chapter 8: Time Skip

The midday sun streamed through the thin paper curtains, filling Chen's room with a warm, golden light.

He woke up suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch inside him. He sprang up, feeling full of energy, like he could run for hours.

"Wow, what a nap!" he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes and flashing a lazy smile. "I feel like I could move mountains."

Chen stretched his arms above his head, relishing the sensation of his muscles waking up. He could feel the chakra bubbling inside him, like a warm river flowing through his entire body.

His lavender eyes scanned the room with boredom, briefly stopping on his exposed groin. "Well, well," he remarked with a narcissistic smile, "even in this state, I'm impressive."

With an exasperated sigh, Chen got up and approached the wardrobe. "Let's see what we have to dress to perfection," he murmured, critically examining each garment. Finally, he settled on a white high-collared shirt and cream-colored pants, the perfect choice to highlight his innate beauty.

Standing before the mirror, Chen admired himself without shame. "Impeccable, as always," he told himself, winking. "The world should thank me for raising the beauty standard."

His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten and it was already noon. "Yes, yes, I'm coming," he replied irritably.

He darted out of his room, dodging servants and running. Glances and murmurs followed him like a trail, but Chen ignored them with the ease of someone used to being the center of attention.

Out on the streets of Konoha, the smell of fresh ramen hit him like an aromatic punch. "Oh, sweet temptation," he murmured, his nose guiding him like a bloodhound to a small stand.

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The forest behind the Hokage Rock, his sacred training ground since he started practicing, was now the perfect place to test his new abilities.

Breathing deeply to calm his excitement, he sat cross-legged in the center of the clearing.

"All right," Chen murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on the energy flowing through his body, allowing the chakra to flow to his eyes. "Let's see what these Tenseigan can do."

When he opened them, the world seemed to change. His lavender eyes glowed with latent power, and a faint purple aura enveloped him.

He extended a hand toward a nearby tree, his mind focused on a single command: 'Come.'

To his amazement, the tree began to lean toward him, as if drawn by an invisible magnet. Chen held his breath, barely believing what he was seeing.

"It works!" he exclaimed, a smile of genuine joy lighting up his face. With a gesture of his hand, he made the tree levitate in the air, slowly spinning as if it were dancing.

Drunk with success, Chen began to experiment. Floating rocks, dancing leaves, water defying gravity... the forest became his canvas, and he was the artist.

But Chen's mind never rested. 'What if...?' he wondered, furrowing his brow in concentration. He closed his eyes again, focusing on his inner energy and imagining an invisible shield of gravity surrounding his body.

Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his chest, as if an invisible force was pushing him inward.

He opened his eyes and saw the leaves and branches nearby moving away from him, as if repelled by an invisible force field.

"I did it, the Shinra Tensei!" Chen shouted, excited.

Trying to go even further, he closed his eyes and concentrated intensely. With a deep sigh, he channeled a quarter of his chakra to his eyes.

Then something happened... His consciousness entered a dark, endless space, where bright points began to appear gradually.

Outside, his body began to change subtly. A faint violet glow enveloped his skin, as if a thin layer of dark mist was clinging to him. His white high-collared shirt and long sleeves fluttered gently, as if stirred by an invisible breeze.

The mist darkened and solidified, forming a cloak that covered every inch of his body. His clothes seemed to merge with this new layer, disappearing under the dark cloak that enveloped him.

The color of the cloak intensified, becoming as black as the void of the universe. The once smooth surface began to come alive. Tiny points of light appeared, first sparse and faint, then multiplying and shining more intensely. They were miniature stars, gradually growing.

On his back, nine shapes began to materialize. They were the magatamas, emerging as if carved from pure gold. They shone with an intense light, dramatically contrasting with the dark starry cloak covering the rest of his body.

The violet mark on his arm and neck came to life. It pulsed once, twice, three times, then exploded in a frenzy of energy.

Covering first his torso, then his arms and legs, until his entire body was wrapped in a living violet nebula. The stars and galaxies now shone through this new pattern, creating a truly surreal effect.

With a final burst of energy that shook the earth, Chen opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to contain entire universes. His gaze radiated absolute serenity and indifference.

"So this is my chakra mode..." Chen murmured, his voice resonating with a cosmic echo. A slight smile played on his lips as he absorbed the magnitude of his transformation.

In that state, a wave of calm washed over him. The anxiety and frustration that had tormented him disappeared, replaced by a deep inner peace.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Chen immersed himself in the vastness of his new perceptions. 'It's like the entire universe is flowing through me,' he thought. 'Every atom, every particle of this fleeting world... I can feel it all.'

He extended his consciousness, marveling at how he could perceive every living being on the planet. "I can feel their fears, their joys, their hopes... they're like tiny lights in the darkness of the cosmos," he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the sky. "What's this? Faint connections... on the moon?" Chen frowned slightly. "The descendants of Hamura... and that other presence... Kaguya? Interesting."

But despite this cosmic connection, Chen felt strangely detached. Life and death, love and hate, joy and pain... everything seemed insignificant from this elevated perspective. Only he mattered.

As he explored his new powers, Chen noticed a change in the flow of energy around him. "They're coming," he murmured. "For them, they're fast, but for me... it's like time itself has slowed down."

He watched, fascinated, as he could perceive and understand the transformations of nature, the flow of chakra, the secrets of the universe. "Everything... everything is within my reach," he said in amazement. "I could remake this world."

However, the feeling of approaching presences intensified. Chen sighed and, with a thought, began to retract the chakra flow from his eyes.

In an instant, the cosmic cloak vanished, and Chen returned to his normal form. With one last look at the sky, he smiled. "Until next time," he whispered.

And with that, he disappeared in a flash of violet light.

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Back at his residence, Chen materialized in his room, the silence broken only by the faint residual hum of his energy dissipating.

His body trembled slightly, not from physical exertion, but from the excitement of the magnitude of the power he had demonstrated.

"I'll have to be careful with this...," he murmured to himself. The serenity and indifference faded, replaced by a firm determination. Now he knew his Tenseigan was more powerful than Toneri's.

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The sun shone brightly over Konoha, its rays making Chen's silver hair tied in a ponytail glisten.

As he strolled through the bustling village streets, his Tenseigan could sense the chakra flow in every living being, the natural energy vibrating in the air.

A year had passed, and now, at 4 years old, he had grown a few centimeters, surpassing one meter in height, and his body showed a straight posture.

His facial features were becoming more angular, showing a strong jawline and high cheekbones. His face, though still childlike, reflected an unusual maturity and serenity for his age.

He wore a high-collared, long-sleeved black kimono with silver details, tight pants, and ninja sandals. A wide belt and a short katana on his back were just decorations.

Despite his young age, his beauty attracted admiring and curious glances wherever he went.

Women sighed as he passed by, while men watched him with a mix of envy.

"Clink! Clink!" The sound of coins in his pocket reminded him of his recent rise. "Kage level..." he murmured with a satisfied smile, recalling how his chakra reserves had reached Kage level.

As he walked, his mind wandered about his progress. In the past year, he had fully mastered the Tenseigan's abilities, although time and space control still eluded him. As for his chakra mode... he hadn't used it again since then.

He had perfected Rokushiki to the point where his movements were identical to Rob Lucci's and made significant progress in Observation Haki, although it didn't allow him to see the future, but he could sense all the "voices" in the village.

But nothing excited him as much as his Devil Fruit. "Kizaru..." he whispered, as violet light crackled from his fingers. Now he could transform into light at will, move at incredible speeds, and unleash devastating attacks.

His thoughts were interrupted by three familiar figures in the distance. They were the legendary Sannin, in their youth.

Jiraiya, with his spiky hair and cocky grin. Orochimaru, with his pale skin and not-so-evil gaze. And Tsunade, with her exuberant beauty.

'The Sannin, huh?' he thought. 'Still just arrogant rookies.'

His gaze lingered on Tsunade, specifically on her still-developing chest. "Tch, still hasn't developed," he muttered with disdain.

Tsunade, with her heightened jōnin senses, caught Chen's gaze instantly.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who's...?!" She began, but stopped short when she saw Chen's angelic face. "Aww! What a cute kid!" she exclaimed, changing her attitude completely.

"Nothing!" Chen dodged Tsunade's attempt to touch his face with a fluid movement, his expression a mix of disdain and amusement.

Jiraiya, unable to contain his laughter, blurted out, "Hahaha! This kid thinks you're flat-chested, Tsunade!"

The air froze for a second. Then…

*CRACK*

Tsunade's fist slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves throughout the street.

"Kya!" The civilians screamed, scattering like leaves in the wind.

Jiraiya paled, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. "Uh... Tsunade, I..."

Orochimaru, observing from the side, let out an exasperated sigh. "Always the same with these two," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

Tsunade turned slowly, her eyes blazing with murderous fury. "What... did... you... say... Jiraiya?!" she growled.

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