Death did not come with pain.
It came with silence.
One moment he was breathing… and the next there was no air, no body, no time. Only consciousness floating in an infinite darkness—serene, almost kind.
"So… this is dying."
The voice did not echo. It simply existed.
Then, the darkness parted.
Before him appeared a presence impossible to describe in human words. It had no fixed form: at times a silhouette, at times a radiance, at times a shadow with intent. It did not inspire fear, but it carried absolute authority.
"Your life on Earth has ended," the entity said. "As compensation, you are granted reincarnation."
There was no surprise.
Only opportunity.
"I want to reincarnate in the world of Naruto," he replied immediately.
The entity nodded.
"Specify your wish."
The human smiled, confident. He had thought about this even before dying.
"I want to be reborn as the twin brother of Toneri Ōtsutsuki."
There was a pause.
For the first time, the silence weighed heavily.
"Are you aware of what you are asking?" the entity asked. "That lineage does not belong to the human world. You would be bound to a rigid destiny, isolated from the rest."
"I know," he answered without hesitation. "But it is also power. Vision. Absolute potential."
The entity observed him for a long moment.
"Granted."
Light consumed everything.
Ancient information, concepts of chakra, bloodlines, divine inheritances… all tried to assemble at the same time.
And then—
Something broke.
A violent jolt tore through the transition.
"—Mismatch detected."
The light shattered like glass.
"Lineage anchoring error."
"What…?" he tried to say.
There was no answer.
Only falling.
A real fall.
A physical fall.
A fall toward something far too solid to be a dream.
A cry pierced the darkness.
Burning lungs.
A small body.
Tiny hands that did not obey him.
"He's a healthy baby!"
A human voice.
The smell of wood, smoke, everyday life.
He opened his eyes.
An old wooden ceiling.
A modest room.
No artificial moons.
No ancestral palaces.
Where am I…?
Days passed. Then months. Then years, as his mind finally settled into that infant body.
And the truth became unavoidable.
There was no Byakugan.
No overwhelming chakra.
No divine heritage.
He had been born in Konoha.
As a civilian.
No clan.
No inherited techniques.
No privileges.
Only an anomaly.
Pale, almost white hair.
Delicate features, strangely foreign for an ordinary villager.
And a surname that should not exist there.
Ōtsutsuki.
A hollow name in the records.
No history.
No blood to support it.
"…It failed," he thought, looking at his small hands. "Something went wrong."
He was not Toneri's brother.
He was not a true Ōtsutsuki.
He was not chosen.
Just a civilian with memories of another world… and of a power that would never be his.
But as he looked up at the sky of Konoha, an idea slowly, dangerously took shape.
I don't have their blood.
But I still have the knowledge.
And in a world where chakra could be trained, stolen, forced, and reinvented…
Perhaps a mistake of destiny was not the end.
Perhaps it was the beginning.