This was a very realistic world.
Ever since Kaguya Otsutsuki had eaten that fruit a thousand years ago and become the Rabbit Goddess, bringing chakra to this world,
the world had been divided into different ranks.
After the Sage of Six Paths founded Ninshu and ushered in the age of the ninja, the whole world had become a ridiculous pyramid built on bloodlines!
The closer you were to your ancestor's bloodline, the nobler you were!
The more your chakra resembled your ancestor's, the stronger you were!
And after a thousand years, only six shinobi clans remained at the top of the pyramid.
The Hyuga, Senju, and Uchiha.
The Kaguya, Uzumaki, and Gold and Silver Brothers!
The sweet, rusty taste of blood spread through his mouth. Sora carefully savored the power in the trace of blood left on his fingertip, the blood of Uzumaki Kana.
The feeling... was strange.
Setting aside the strength of the chakra, Sora could clearly sense the nature of this energy.
Yang Release Chakra!
But this pure life force, the essence of Yang Release Chakra that seemed able to nourish all things and heal injuries, was entirely different from the Yang Release Chakra surging through his own body.
His Yang Release was thunder! A storm! A raging torrent!
It had given Sora unmatched strength, terrifying regenerative abilities, and a body as tough as steel. It was like hail crashing down from the heavens—swift, violent, and destructive. Every surge of power carried an overbearing will to crush everything in its path.
And the blood of the Uzumaki Clan...
Sora sensed the faint yet extraordinarily pure warmth flowing through his mouth.
It was like a spring rain quietly seeping into frozen earth, silent and unseen, yet filled with the power to awaken dormant life. Like a candle flickering in