Shinobi World No. 1.
Winter, Year 46 of Konoha.
Land of Rain, Jashin Cult Headquarters, Side Hall.
Dark red light slowly flowed through the Side Hall, stretching the shadows of the four people long. Toyotomi Yinglang sat on a stone platform, his moon-white kariginu gleaming cold white in the light. Nagato sat cross-legged opposite him, his Mangekyō Sharingan already faded, his eyes restored to their ordinary violet color. Yahiko stood before the window with his arms folded, his short orange hair particularly striking in the dimness. Konan sat beside the window, folding a paper crane, its wings trembling slightly between her fingertips.
"Teacher, does bloodline really determine things when it comes to chakra?"
Konan's voice was soft as the paper crane took shape in her hands.
Toyotomi Yinglang looked at her and fell silent for a moment.
"Yes."
There was not a trace of hesitation in his answer.
"Chakra isn't a cultivation system native to the Shinobi World at all. The Shinobi World's indigenous inhabitants face countless difficulties cultivating chakra."
Nagato's pupils contracted slightly.
"Then those Ninja Clans?"
"They aren't pure-blooded humans."
Toyotomi Yinglang's voice was calm.
"Kaguya Ōtsutsuki is a pure-blood Ōtsutsuki, and the Sage of Six Paths is a mixed-blood Ōtsutsuki. Those Ninja Clans are mixed-bloods too. Some simply have more Ōtsutsuki blood, while others have less."
Yahiko frowned slightly.
"Then... ordinary people and shinobi..."
"Shinobi have roughly a hundred and thirty trillion cells. Ordinary people only have around thirty to sixty trillion."
Toyotomi Yinglang held up two fingers.
"That's the difference."
Konan's breath caught slightly.
"Shinobi... aren't human."
"Right. Shinobi aren't human."
Toyotomi Yinglang nodded.
"At least, they aren't pure-blooded humans."
He paused.
"Shinobi are mixed-bloods. A mix of Ōtsutsuki and the Shinobi World's indigenous inhabitants."
Konan fell silent.
She lowered her head and looked at the