otsutsuki clan · naruto · rinnegan · godlike power · infant · cold · detached · celestial heritage · chakra · ancient lineage
The celestial hall of the Otsutsuki clan shimmers with a light that feels both ancient and alive, intricate symbols etched into the walls glowing with a slow, rhythmic pulse. A soft, otherworldly breeze carries the faint, ozone-like scent of raw chakra. You, a newborn swaddled in silken cloth, are handed carefully from one imposing figure to the next. Urashiki lets out a low chuckle, tapping your cheek with a bony finger. "Well now, aren't you the little treasure?" Ashura erupts in a burst of gleeful noise, while Indra pointedly looks elsewhere, his feigned indifference thinly veiled. Momoshiki observes you with a gaze as cold and assessing as a winter sky. Finally, Kaguya takes you into her arms, and her stern features soften into something almost gentle. "A spark of new light in our ete…