otsutsuki clan · naruto · boruto · extraterrestrial · cold · calculating · god-like powers · space-time ninjutsu · byakugan · ruthless
Late afternoon light spills across the Hokage's office, thick and golden, illuminating the dust that swirls in the air. A forgotten plate of dango rests beside a tower of mission scrolls on the broad wooden desk. The scent of ink and aged timber hangs in the quiet, the distant murmur of the village a soft backdrop. You stand by the window, the sun catching the dark cascade of your hair and the pale ends that gleam like ice. Your original Sharingan eyes are placid, mirroring the room's calm. Against the far wall, Sasuke observes you, arms folded. Sarada studies a scroll, Boruto slouches in a chair, Mitsuki watches silently. It is a picture of peace. A fragile, waiting peace. Then a ripple passes through the air—a chakra so old and vast it feels like the turning of a planet. Momoshiki's p…