บท 3: Chapter three
As Toneri lay on the med bay bed, his mind drifted back to the Dragon Palace, where he had been imprisoned by Urashiki and trapped in a timeless void. In the depths of his despair.
'How long has it been, a hundred no, a thousand… no it's more that that isn't it?' he thought in despair as time lost all meaning to him. As he's thoughts started to spiral into chaos.
As Toneri struggled within the confines of his frozen prison, a shimmering light enveloped him, and the ethereal form of Hamura Otsutsuki materialized from his chakra. With a solemn expression, Hamura surveyed his descendant's plight, his heart heavy with empathy.
"I cannot bear to see you suffer any longer, Toneri," Hamura declared, his voice echoing in the void. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a unique jutsu, a manifestation of his mastery over time freezing, that began to unravel the icy bonds that held Toneri captive.
As the frozen prison began to crack and splinter, Toneri felt a surge of relief wash over him. With Hamura's guidance, he summoned his inner strength and focused his chakra, aiding in his own liberation.
Once free from his icy prison, Toneri found himself face to face with his ancestor, the legendary Hamura Otsutsuki. "Thank you, Hamura-sama," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I am forever in your debt."
In the desolate expanse of the Prison Realm, where time flowed like molasses, Hamura Otsutsuki stood before Toneri, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
"Toneri," Hamura's voice reverberated through the void, carrying the weight of centuries. "Breaking free from this realm will not be easy. But first, you must master the power that lies dormant within you."
Toneri's gaze met Hamura's, a glimmer of determination flickering in his eyes. "I am ready, Hamura-sama. Show me the way."
"Toneri," Hamura's voice echoed through the void, startling Toneri from his reverie. "You have much to atone for, but redemption is possible."Hamura approached, his expression stern yet compassionate. "I have watched you, Toneri. Your heart yearns for redemption, and I am here to offer guidance."
Under Hamura's tutelage, Toneri learned the intricacies of chakra manipulation and the art of combat. But more importantly, he learned humility and the true meaning of sacrifice.
As days turned into weeks, Hamura trained Toneri in the ancient ways of the Otsutsuki. Together, they traversed the ethereal landscape of the Prison Realm, honing Toneri's skills and unlocking his dormant potential.
"Toneri, the Tenseigan is not just a tool of power," Hamura explained, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of ages. "It is a symbol of our lineage, a testament to the strength of our ancestors. Use it wisely, for its power is boundless."
With Hamura's guidance, Toneri delved deeper into the essence of the Tenseigan, unlocking its hidden potential with each passing day. They practiced in the ethereal landscapes of the Prison Realm, where time held no dominion, and reality itself seemed to bend to their will.
As Toneri immersed himself in his training, he found himself pushing the boundaries of his own capabilities, tapping into reservoirs of chakra he never knew existed. With each breakthrough, he felt a sense of exhilaration, knowing that he was one step closer to unlocking his true potential.
'His chakra keeps on growing, it's almost as if he's absorbing the chakra particles scattered in this void,' Hamura thought.
But mastering the Tenseigan was only the beginning. Under Hamura's watchful eye, Toneri delved into the ancient arts of shinjutsu, learning to manipulate the very fabric of reality itself.
"Patience, Toneri," Hamura's voice echoed in the emptiness. "Power without control is a double-edged sword. Learn to harness the Tenseigan's strength, but do not let it consume you."
Through tireless dedication and unwavering resolve, Toneri honed his skills, each passing moment bringing him closer to mastering the ancient art.
As weeks turned into months, Hamura introduced Toneri to the myriad techniques of the Otsutsuki as well as master the five elements and the techniques that he's witnessed over the years while observing the shinobi world, from the ethereal illusions to the intricate hand seals of each elemental transformation,mastering techniques that fall under Ninjutsu, Senjutsu and Fuinjutsu to the point of not requiring hand signs anymore.
Hamura also pushed his training to the point of mastering the sub-elements and the Shadow Clone Technique,'No wonder he loves this technique so much,' Toneri thought with the image of Naruto popping up in his head,'maybe I should learn his other techniques as well,' he thought in amusement.
He trained his tenseigan and mastered the devastating powers held within, powers so great it could crack worlds like cracking an egg.
'All that time observing the humans and monitoring their progress seems to be helping him master indras art of ninjutsu.' Hamura thought as he continued to observe toneri.
"Remember, Toneri," Hamura's voice echoed in the void. "True strength lies not in brute force, but in mastery of oneself."
With each passing day, Toneri grew stronger, his mastery of the Tenseigan rivaling even that of his mentor and his chakra grew so big it took on the form of a celestial body, a moon the size of earth radiating nothing but power. Yet, he knew that his journey was far from over.
In the quiet moments of their training, Toneri found himself drawn to Hamura's tales of cosmic exploration and encounters with beings of unfathomable power.
"Hamura-sama," Toneri began, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Tell me more about your travels through space. What did you encounter?"
Hamura's gaze drifted to the distant stars, memories of distant galaxies flickering behind his eyes. "In my travels, I encountered beings whose power surpassed anything I had ever imagined. They were Otsutsuki like us, but their strength was that of gods."
Toneri listened intently, captivated by Hamura's words. "And how did their power compare to that of mortals?"
Hamura's expression grew somber. "The cosmic balance of their power was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. They wielded the forces of creation and destruction with ease, shaping entire worlds with a mere thought."
"The Otsutsuki are the harbingers of cosmic balance, Toneri," Hamura's voice echoed through the void, resonating with the ancient wisdom of the stars. "They are the architects of existence, planting the seeds of chakra in the fertile soil of nascent worlds."
Toneri's senses were overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of Hamura's revelation. "So, they are the progenitors of life itself?"
Hamura's gaze pierced the veil of time, glimpsing the infinite tapestry of creation that lay beyond. "Yes, Toneri. But their power extends far beyond the mere creation of life. They are the weavers of destiny, the custodians of cosmic order."
As Toneri absorbed the weight of Hamura's words, he felt a primal connection to the pulsating heartbeat of the universe. The Otsutsuki were not just beings of immense power; they were the embodiment of cosmic law, shaping the very fabric of reality with every breath.
"But what of their ability to create dimensions?" Toneri ventured, his voice trembling with awe.
Hamura's expression grew solemn, like a sage recounting ancient prophecies etched in the stars. "The Otsutsuki possess the ability to tear asunder the veil between worlds, crafting realms of existence beyond mortal comprehension. But such power comes with a price, for every dimension created must be balanced by the forces of creation and destruction."
As Toneri absorbed the magnitude of Hamura's words, a sense of awe and trepidation washed over him. The Otsutsuki were not just beings of immense power; they were cosmic architects, shaping the very fabric of reality itself.
"But why do they seek out other worlds?" Toneri asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Hamura's expression grew grave. "Their motives are as inscrutable as the stars themselves. Some seek to harvest the chakra fruits of civilizations, while others seek to transcend their mortal forms and ascend to higher planes of existence."
Toneri's mind raced with questions. "And what of the Otsutsuki god? How did you come to learn of their terrible secret?"
Hamura's gaze darkened, the weight of centuries bearing down upon him. "I learned of the Otsutsuki god from beings who existed long before the dawn of our universe. They spoke of a being from a universe that predates our own, a god whose hunger knows no bounds."
Toneri's breath caught in his throat. "What did they hunger for?"
Hamura's voice was barely a whisper, haunted by the memories of ancient truths. "Power, Toneri. The Otsutsuki god hungered for power above all else, consuming entire civilizations in its insatiable quest for dominance."
As Toneri gazed into the swirling abyss of the cosmos, he felt a sense of wonder and reverence wash over him. As the echoes of Hamura's words faded into the void, Toneri felt a chill run down his spine. The legacy of the Otsutsuki was far more complex and perilous than he had ever imagined.
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