Main World.
Autumn, year 27 of Konoha.
Heavenly Court.
A pale golden curtain of light slowly swirled overhead, bathing the entire space in a warm, sacred glow. There was no sky, no earth, only endless void and the luxuriant Devil Fruit Tree standing at its center. Six fruits had been picked from its branches and neatly arranged on the stone platform beneath it. Six colors, six auras, six utterly different paths.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood before the stone platform, his hands clasped behind his back, his moon-white Kariginu gleaming softly beneath the curtain of light. His gaze rested on the fruits, calm and untroubled. Behind him stood six children-four aged four, two aged three. Today was their day. Not their birthday, but their "awakening day." Children of the Empire's imperial family ate a Devil Fruit at four. It was not that they "could eat one," but that they "had to." Fruits needed time to be digested, time to grow, time to merge with the body. The earlier they ate one, the better the fusion. The later they ate one, the more their potential diminished.
Senrin stood on the far left, four years old, her golden ponytail tied high. She wore a little Deep Red Princess Dress, with a silvery-white pendant hanging around her neck. Her eyes were light brown, without the Sharingan, but her gaze was bright, like two polished stars. With her hands behind her back, she leaned forward slightly, staring at the milky-white fruit on the stone platform.
Moro stood beside her, four years old, his dark brown hair gleaming warmly beneath the curtain of light. He wore little dark gray Clan Clothing, with a wooden sword hanging at his waist. His eyes were black, without the Sharingan, but his gaze was deep, like a still pool of dark