July 15th, 10:00 AM.
On his third day back in An-Yin, Akira - finally summoned Boruto to the Foxfire Hall in the northern district.
Beneath bronze-colored walls stood fierce guardian statues. There were no lamps—only clusters of tomoe-shaped foxfire drifting in the air, flickering in dim pulses of light.
Akira - sat upon a stone throne, resting his chin against one hand as he gazed at Boruto kneeling below.
Boruto had changed into the same black ceremonial robe as Akira - and now wore the An-Yin forehead protector.
"After these past few days, you should have a basic understanding of what kind of place An-Yin is, right?"
Boruto hesitated slightly.
Akira - said calmly, "Speak freely. Say exactly what you think."
"I've seen many ninja here who died in past wars," Boruto replied. "Master… is this the Impure World Reincarnation?"
Akira - smiled faintly. "How do you know they died in past wars? And how do you know it's Impure World Reincarnation?"
"When I was bored, I once snuck into my father's office and read the records from the Great Ninja War. I saw photos of many powerful shinobi from history. I recognized them immediately."
"As for the Impure World Reincarnation… Mitsuki told me. He said it was used in the war and caused devastating casualties. Afterward, the scrolls were destroyed."
Akira - asked, "And what do you think about that?"
"Jutsu itself isn't good or evil," Boruto answered. "It depends on the person using it—and their purpose."
Akira - nodded.
At least his fundamentals are sound.
"Next question."
He shifted posture, crossing one leg over the other, fingers interlaced.
"Before becoming my disciple, you said your goal was to become as strong as me. Correct?"
Boruto lifted his head, eyes shining. "Yes."
Foxfire illuminated Akira's sclera in shifting glints.
"Then do you know how strong I am?"
Boruto faltered.
"I… Well… at least stronger than the guy inside me, right?"
Smack!
In his mind, a slap rang out. Boruto staggered but steadied himself with one hand on the floor, never breaking eye contact.
A faint, knowing smile touched Akira's lips.
"You don't even know how strong your target is, yet you claim you'll reach the same height?"
"Boruto. The moment you were branded with the Kāma, your life ceased to be ordinary."
"Kāma…?"
"It seems your knowledge still has gaps."
"I dislike wasting time explaining things verbally."
"Look into my eyes."
Boruto met his gaze.
Akira's left eye flashed.
—Genjutsu: Sharingan.
"Ha—ha… what was that…?"
Boruto collapsed back onto the floor, breathing heavily.
Inside the illusion, Akira -had implanted knowledge—about the Ōtsutsuki clan, the origin of the Kāma, and fundamental understanding of over a thousand conventional jutsu and their applications.
How quickly you digest this, Boruto, depends on your own aptitude.
Boruto stared at the blue diamond mark on his palm, unsettled.
"So… I'm Momoshiki's vessel."
"As the Kāma thaws, I'll lose myself and eventually become an Ōtsutsuki?"
Akira's expression darkened slightly.
He had deliberately withheld future knowledge about Isshiki and Kara.
Blind spots are necessary.
Information asymmetry is potential energy—it shapes the future.
"Boruto," Akira -said evenly, "your right eye houses a power called the Jōgan. It is proof of your pure Ōtsutsuki bloodline."
"Combine that with the Kāma."
"Use both as your core."
"Then craft your own finishing move."
"Your strength will skyrocket."
"But remember—your trump card does not lie in the techniques I just gave you."
"Those are foundation."
"Do not reverse the order."
Boruto raised his hand to cover his right eye.
"Trump card…"
"I'll give you an example."
Akira -lifted his left hand.
A silver Rasengan swelled instantly—expanding into a monstrous sphere nearly twenty meters in diameter, brushing against the ceiling of the Foxfire Hall.
"Take your father's signature technique."
"If you can reach this level, that is a trump card."
Boruto stared upward in awe.
"In Snow's illusion, Dad never achieved something like this…"
Akira -thought silently:
Naruto could, if he truly wanted to. But what condition his body would be left in afterward… is another matter.
With a sharp glint in his right eye, the massive Rasengan shrank into nothingness—stored within Toyomikezuchi.
Akira -rose from his throne.
"Class dismissed."
"Go digest what you've learned."
"I'll test you from time to time."
"Your progress will determine whether you advance."
As Boruto left, Akira -reflected.
Jiraiya and Sasuke both favored immersive mentorship.
But I don't have that luxury.
I can only point him toward the summit and give him tools.
Whether he climbs… is up to him.
He sighed quietly.
"I've been a son, a father, a brother, a husband, a disciple…"
"But being a teacher is new."
"Hopefully I don't ruin the boy."
His gaze shifted behind the throne.
"Come out."
Inner Array No.16 White Zetsu emerged.
"Lord Akira. I didn't wish to interrupt earlier."
"Progress?"
"Yes. Please inspect it."
Akira's eyes brightened.
Finally.
Even the Tailed Beast collection plan had been postponed for this.
He followed White Zetsu to the cavern housing the Demonic Statue in the southern mountain of Peach Haven.
Ten days earlier, Akira -had transplanted Kaguya's severed hand—retrieved from the Origin Ball dimension—into the artificial Hashirama body embedded in the statue's chest.
The moment it connected, the hand devoured the artificial flesh and the Yin-Yang residue formed from Madara's remains, becoming a black-and-white tumor.
With Obito's assistance, Akira -fed it additional material:
The severed tail fragment of Kaguya's Rabbit Form.
The Demonic Statue's broken arm.
Remnants of the God Tree's blossom.
Then, using Danmetsu Chanti in tandem with Umodaryū, he reset the materials and stored them in the Umodaryū time zone for potential future use.
After several hours, the tumor had shaped into a one-meter humanoid outline.
Akira -left Inner Array No.16 to monitor it.
Now—after ten days and nights—
It was complete.
The black of Yin-Yang had fully internalized.
What remained was pure white.
Embedded in the statue's chest was a flawless artificial body—bearing Kaguya's features and form.
Akira's emotions surged.
Through Rinnegan and Sharingan simultaneously, he analyzed its composition.
"Incredible cellular energy…"
"Chakra density far beyond Hashirama's."
"This is essentially an embryonic Kaguya."
"I never expected that fleeting inspiration would yield such a harvest."
His eyes burned with anticipation.
"If I replicate it using Twin Blossom…"
"My power would…"
He activated Danmetsu Chanti, severing gravity's causal pull, and floated before the artificial body.
His palm pressed against its cool, smooth chest.
"Then…"
His Eternal Mangekyō flared crimson.
"Twin—"
"Uchiha Akira."
A deep voice echoed within his mind.
"I advise you not to do that."
Akira's consciousness turned inward.
"…You are?"
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