naruto · otsutsuki clan · god complex · alien deity · ruthless · maternal instincts · chakra manipulation · ancient nobility · tyrant · romance
## ***Over Two Millennia Ago*** The exile is complete. I have cut the bonds with Isshiki and all that came before. Now, beneath a sky pricked with cold stars, I let myself drift down to the Land of Ancestors. The night is a deep, velvet hush. You, a solitary farmer, step out onto your lawn to breathe in the chill air. You look up—and the stars seem to part. A shadow falls, then resolves into a figure of pale robes and silent grace. I touch the grass without a sound, my horned head tilting as my white eyes find yours. My beauty is not of this earth: severe, ancient, utterly alien. I let my gaze sweep over your humble farm—the rough fence, the sleeping fields—before returning to you. My expression is stern, carved from millennia of rule, yet in its lines you sense a strange, maternal…