The "Karma" Waited For Fifteen Years

Purple chakra erupted violently from the chakra points all over Hyuga Qinglan's body, spinning at high speed to form a hemispherical purple chakra dome.

It deflected every single venomous snake that had been lunging at him from all directions, leaving no blind spots in its three-hundred-sixty-degree defense.

Bang!

With Hyuga Qinglan at the center, the ground suddenly collapsed into a pit with a five-meter radius, and the small snakes scattered everywhere, struggling for a moment before going still.

"Rotation?!"

Orochimaru's pupils constricted slightly; he had never expected this branch family youth before him to be capable of using the main family's secret technique.

One had to know that within the Hyuga clan, branch family members were not permitted to learn main family secret techniques—a fact even Orochimaru had heard rumors of.

Furthermore, as a member of the branch family, without personal instruction, even with talent, one would lack the sufficient insight to grasp the essence of the technique.

In the original story, Hyuga Neji had also only gained inspiration for the technique by observing Hyuga Hinata's rotation.

But even so, it was only enough to make Orochimaru slightly surprised, not enough to be feared.

What truly astonished him were two things.

The chakra of this Rotation was purple.

And... it was a three-hundred-sixty-degree Rotation.

"Your Byakugan has no blind spots...?"

Orochimaru stared at the somewhat dazed youth before him, throwing out his question.

What surprised him even more was that Hyuga Qinglan was also standing there in a daze, seemingly having not yet recovered from the sudden turn of events.

"I..."

Hyuga Qinglan just started to speak.

A crisp, pleasant voice drifted over from not far away, interrupting their conversation.

"Master Orochimaru, Captain Qinglan, time for dango!"

Anko ran over excitedly, carrying a bag of snacks in her left hand and a neatly packaged box of three-colored dango in her right.

She looked to her left, where her teacher, Orochimaru, was staring intensely at Captain Qinglan.

She looked to her right, where there was a pit around Captain Qinglan, with Master Orochimaru's venomous snakes scattered all around.

Anko suddenly realized what was happening.

"Master Orochimaru, I didn't expect you to test Captain Qinglan so soon!" She leaned in toward Orochimaru, her eyes sparkling as she pressed for an answer.

"How was it? Did Captain Qinglan pass?"

"Hehehehe..."

Orochimaru let out a low laugh, his entire demeanor gradually relaxing.

He reached out his right hand to pat Anko on the head, his tone meaningful: "It seems your former captain has many secrets... even I have become quite interested."

He shifted his gaze toward Hyuga Qinglan, "Isn't that right, Qinglan-kun?"

"...Indeed, Lord Orochimaru."

Hyuga Qinglan brushed the dust off his robes and gave a slight nod.

"Even I didn't expect this."

He walked slowly to Orochimaru and bowed, his tone respectful: "Lord Orochimaru, since that is the case, I shall take my leave."

"After all, there are many things in the clan compound that need to be taken care of; I estimate I won't be finished even by three in the morning."

"Anko, I'm heading out."

"Ah..." Anko let out a sound, looking down at the snacks in her hands, "But I bought so many snacks..."

"Children are growing, it's fine to eat more." Hyuga Qinglan glanced at Orochimaru, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, "Right, Lord Orochimaru?"

Orochimaru did not respond, merely watching the retreating back of Hyuga Qinglan with a deep gaze.

A moment later, a smile of unknown intent curled onto his lips.

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"Rotation."

The purple chakra dome emerged in response, the air currents surging as it deflected every single kunai flying in from three-hundred-sixty degrees.

"It's purple again... and it's three-hundred-sixty degrees again."

Hyuga Qinglan raised his hands with a tremble, his eyes fixed tightly on the lingering purple chakra on his palms.

This familiar feeling...

This familiar purple chakra.

Isn't this the exact same chakra he had on the moon in his previous life?!

It had actually followed him through his reincarnation?!

"Doesn't that mean, aside from Rotation, the rest of the skills I learned in my previous life can also be replicated in this one?"

He whispered silently in his heart.

The Otsutsuki clan on the moon, even if they weren't the orthodox Otsutsuki clan, were still the direct descendants of Otsutsuki Hamura, and the heritage and knowledge they possessed were far beyond what the Hyuga clan on Earth could compare to.

Rotation and basic skills like the Eight Trigrams Palm had already been mastered in his previous life.

It was just that some skills required Otsutsuki chakra to learn, which was exactly why he hadn't been able to master them before.

For example, the Vacuum Attack, which was improved from the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack used by Kaguya.

He had tried it in this life, but his body couldn't withstand the strain.

Hyuga Qinglan felt a surge of excitement, though it didn't show on his face at all.

He looked around, and after confirming that the training ground was empty, he formed the hand seals for Earth Style to repair and level the ground.

Walking through the streets of Konoha, the evening breeze blew by, carrying the clamor of the izakayas and the aroma of grilled skewers, but Hyuga Qinglan's mind was not on any of it.

"A situation like this can only be explained by the reincarnation of chakra..."

In the original story, the chakra of Asura and Indra reincarnated continuously, continuing the brothers' feud.

Madara and Hashirama.

Naruto and Sasuke.

But as for Hyuga Qinglan's current situation, if he really had to describe it, it was more like the Karma of the Otsutsuki clan.

Compressing the soul into data and parasitizing it within another person's body until it fully unfreezes.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain how he had reincarnated into the Hyuga clan with his memories intact.

And he had waited...

Or rather, he had been "unfreezing" for fifteen years before he discovered the secret within his body.

Calculated this way, wasn't he just an alternative form of Karma himself?

"Moreover, the blind spot in the Byakugan's vision has been altered by this chakra, restoring it to a full three hundred and sixty degrees..."

"But the Caged Bird still exists."

Hyuga Qinglan touched his forehead protector, feeling the Caged Bird seal beneath it.

"However, I can feel the Caged Bird seal fading..."

A faint smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of Hyuga Qinglan's mouth.

The Byakugan of the Hyuga clan, combined with the chakra of the Otsutsuki clan...

Wouldn't that lead to the Tenseigan?!

But soon, Hyuga Qinglan cast that thought to the back of his mind.

Even though his true golden finger had arrived.

If the two were to merge into a Tenseigan, its power and ocular strength would certainly not be as pure as the Tenseigan of Otsutsuki Toneri.

Perhaps he wouldn't even be able to use the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.

If he wanted to truly and completely break free from the cage, he had to become a true Otsutsuki.

Not by relying on the reincarnation of chakra.

But by becoming an Otsutsuki at the very root.

"Qinglan-ge!"

Hyuga Qinglan looked up and saw a young man dressed in mourning clothes waving at him from not far away.

Hyuga Tokuma.

A fellow member of the guard squad.

"Tokuma."

Hyuga Qinglan offered a smile.

This time, it wasn't just a nodding acquaintance.

They could be considered comrades in adversity, after all, both of them had suffered under the Caged Bird together.

"Lady Yumi asked me to find you, saying we should take turns standing vigil for her; she wants to work hard and avenge Elder Tianyun."

Hyuga Tokuma's voice was very low, for fear of being overheard by those around them. But Hyuga Qinglan still caught the disdain within it.

"Let's go..."

Hyuga Qinglan didn't mind, following Hyuga Tokuma toward the clan compound, his gaze landing on the silhouette of the Hyuga mansion in the distance.

The lights were just coming on there, and smoke was curling from the chimneys.

Work hard?

He repeated the words silently in his heart, and the smile on his lips faded.

It was all in vain...