As the golden light of Shibai's ascension faded and the massive gates sealed shut deep within the void, the fractures in space slowly mended. The Ōtsutsuki realm stabilized once more.
All across the divine dominion, members of the Ōtsutsuki clan celebrated — cheering the successful ascension of the greatest among them. Shibai's name echoed like a hymn, reverberating across the stars.
But not everyone shared the joy.
Among the main lineage, a select few remained silent. Discontent stirred in their hearts. The fact that Shibai had left behind a son to inherit his legacy unsettled them.
Even the clan leader himself felt the sting of envy — tempted, for a fleeting moment, to eliminate the child or seize his body for himself. Yet none dared act. They all knew Shibai — even in his absence — would have laid traps beyond comprehension. And more importantly, Ōtsutsuki Tensai, Shibai's right hand, still lived. A warrior rivaling the clan leader himself. As long as Tensai stood guard, none would dare move against the heir.
Three Days Later
A young boy, around ten years old, slowly opened his eyes.
"Where... am I? How... am I still alive?" he whispered, confusion clouding his thoughts.
Before him stood a tall figure — pale-skinned, adorned with two curved horns and a golden Rinne-Sharingan in the center of his forehead. His eyes glowed with eerie complexity, unlike anything Reizan had ever seen.
The man slowly approached and knelt before him.
"Ōtsutsuki Tensai at your service, my lord," he said calmly. "How may I serve the heir of Lord Shibai?"
Still disoriented, the child asked, "What is this place?"
Tensai raised his head slightly and explained everything: his origins, Shibai's ascension, and the creation of his body. He explained how Shibai had given him life, forged his soul, and named him Reizan Ōtsutsuki — his chosen successor.
As the explanation ended, the name echoed in Reizan's mind.
"Reizan... huh."
Strangely, fragments of his past life surfaced — but they felt distant, like a movie he had watched long ago. His emotions toward his old self were muted, almost cold. He didn't understand why, but it was as if that part of him had already died.
Then a sudden headache surged. Visions flashed before his eyes — Shibai crafting his body, fusing his soul, speaking of the System, and ascending to a higher realm. He saw the throne. The stars. The power.
So my father... is a god now.
In his old life, he had lived with only his mother — never knowing a father. And now, he had been reborn as the son of the greatest being to ever exist. Yet Shibai had changed him — made his soul golden, altered his very essence. His past life was now little more than a shadow.
Reizan turned to Tensai, expression calm. "I'll call you when I need you, Tensai. I'm trying to recall the memories my father left for me."
"As expected of you, my lord," Tensai said with a respectful bow. "Lord Shibai has ascended, but I now exist to serve and protect you. If you require assistance with training, knowledge, or anything else, you may use your Divine Telepathy — a technique bestowed upon you by Lord Shibai himself."
With that, Tensai exited the chamber.
Reizan looked toward the door, then focused his thoughts. Tensai, he projected silently.
Within moments, a response came.
"Anything you need, my lord?"
"No, just testing this Divine Telepathy. It's... an interesting skill," Reizan replied.
"Indeed, my lord. Only those with the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodlines and divine essence can wield it. Regardless of distance, your thoughts will be received — though only a few can master it across time-space itself."
"Time-space communication... not yet, then," Reizan muttered. "Got it."
He leaned back.
So… Shibai Ōtsutsuki is my father. A true god. And I'm his legacy. My role is to inherit his power, destroy worlds, harvest chakra fruits...
He laughed softly to himself.
"I've been reborn... as the main antagonist of the Naruto universe."
He thought of the shinobi world — the one he used to admire in his past life. A world of friendship, determination, and endless talk-no-jutsu.
Let's see how they stop me now.
"If they submit, they live," he whispered. "If not... I'll destroy them. One by one."
He remembered all the ninjutsu and secret techniques invented by humanity — techniques not present among the Ōtsutsuki. But with his knowledge and divine lineage, he could steal them, refine them, evolve them into something far beyond mortal comprehension.
Still... he couldn't be careless.
Shibai had ascended, and the balance of power had shifted. Reizan knew there were many who already wanted him dead — jealous clan members, ancient threats, and maybe even beings from other dimensions who felt the ripple of Shibai's departure.
Even with Tensai's protection, he couldn't afford to stay weak.
Some dojutsu might bypass his guard. Some might try to devour me before I reach my potential.
He needed strength — fast.
As Reizan walked toward the chamber's entrance, eager to explore this new world, a sudden blue screen flashed before his eyes