[Name: Hyūga Unkawa]
[Age: 15]
[Bloodline: Hyūga Clan → Ōtsutsuki Clan (5%)]
[Chakra Capacity: D-Rank → S-Rank]
[Chakra Affinities: Wind → Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, Lightning, Yin, Yang]
[Ninjutsu: Clone Technique, Body Replacement, Transformation, Wind Release: Wind Cutter (B-Rank), Chakra Scalpel (A-Rank)]
[Taijutsu: Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms (C-Rank), Eight Gates Release: Gate of Opening (Forbidden Technique)]
[Kekkei Genkai: Unknown (10%)]
[Achievements: "Crocodile Tears," "Sweet Talker," "Skated by Somehow," "Pawn in the Game," "Honeyed Words, Hidden Blade," "Fake It Till You Make It"]
[Remaining Reality Points: 10,187]
"Well, murder and mayhem really do come with golden rewards," Unkawa muttered, staring at the ever-ticking number on his interface. "I'd say three years of investment just paid off."
For the first time since he arrived in this world, his "Reality Points" had crossed into five-digit territory. A landmark moment, really.
As the name implied, Reality Points allowed him to bring imagined objects into reality—external things only. He couldn't just wish himself stronger or directly boost his power.
For example, he couldn't directly manifest an Ōtsutsuki bloodline into his body. But he could create the means to obtain it.
And how did one earn these points?
By spinning the most absurd lies—and making others believe them. The stronger the emotional response and belief from the target, the more points he earned. In short: lying for profit.
The point yield was determined by three main factors:
The deception method used (reflected in the [Achievements] list).
The quality and quantity of targets—tricking a Genin was one thing, but manipulating someone like Orochimaru? That was a whole different league.
The depth of belief and emotional reaction the lie invoked.
Back when Unkawa first arrived in this world and received his system, the newbie starter pack had a measly 100 points.
Through testing, he'd figured out the rough exchange rate:
1 point = one finely crafted kunai,
or a fingernail-sized chunk of chakra-conductive metal,
or a barely-functional explosive tag.
Not exactly life-changing stuff.
So, after assessing his unfortunate circumstances, Unkawa did what any self-respecting isekai protagonist would do—he set his sights on a big fish: Orochimaru.
Because Unkawa's greatest asset wasn't those 100 starter points. It was the knowledge crammed in his brain from the original Naruto world. And Orochimaru, at this point in time, had already lived through two ninja wars and was deep in his obsession with truth, immortality, and avoiding death like it was jury duty.
Just like later in the original story, when his body was breaking down and he still waited obsessively for Sasuke to return rather than settle for a random body.
Or how just one line from Kabuto later on would scare him into compliance:
"If you don't switch bodies now, you'll lose everything. Can you live with that?!"
To Orochimaru, losing everything was a fate worse than death. It even trumped his lust for the Sharingan.
He didn't seek immortality or power for their own sake. He wanted everything—every ninjutsu, every truth, every secret in the world.
And you can't pursue everything if you're dead.
So Unkawa fed him a lie. A scroll. An ancient relic forged with two parts fiction, eight parts historical plausibility, and a sprinkling of dramatic flair. Add some forged sealing techniques, and boom—hook, line, and snake-boy sunk.
The kicker? There was nothing behind the seal. Orochimaru couldn't "break" the lock on the scroll because—surprise—Unkawa hadn't even made up what came next yet.
Everything Orochimaru saw, felt, and "discovered" was precisely what Unkawa wanted him to.
Even the fact that Orochimaru was allowed to take the scroll and accompanying "body" was intentional—part of a long con to keep stringing him along later.
After all, the more intelligent and arrogant the mark, the more convinced they are of their own insight. The more they trust their conclusion, the deeper they fall.
The scroll cost 30 Manifestation Points—mostly spent faking the seal. Weathering the scroll to make it look old? Just 1 point. The "ancient secrets" written inside? 100% pure imagination.
The other 70 points were spent creating a physical "body"—an empty husk, all style and no substance, but one that looked every bit the part of a pureblooded Ōtsutsuki.
That scroll and the hollow body shocked Orochimaru's worldview hard enough to trigger a massive emotional spike.
And thus, the points came flooding in.
Over the next three years, Unkawa used nearly every point he earned to "fill in" that empty husk—piece by piece, transforming it into something approaching a real Ōtsutsuki vessel.
Total cost? Over 10,000 points.
But here was the catch: this was the moon-based branch of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, not the full-blown alien gods like Kaguya or Momoshiki.
True Ōtsutsuki physiology—like that of the Sage of Six Paths—was a different species entirely.
"Figures," Unkawa muttered, eyeing the "5% Ōtsutsuki Bloodline" now added to his stat sheet. "Ten thousand points, and I still couldn't manifest a real Ōtsutsuki body."
He had, during creation, based the bloodline's template on Ōtsutsuki Toneri, descendant of Hamura—the Ōtsutsuki clan's lunar branch.
Even Momoshiki, in the canon timeline, called Toneri "one of their own," rather than the "lower lifeforms" he called Naruto and Sasuke.
Besides Kaguya, Toneri likely had the purest Ōtsutsuki bloodline in the entire world.
"I used the highest standard I could bear… and that body was tailor-made using my own biological template. No rejection, no side effects. Just smooth integration and explosive evolution."
Still, Unkawa wasn't quite sure just how powerful his new body really was.
With that thought, he stood from his bed, stretched lazily, and made his way to the adjacent training room.
Outside, the rain had stopped. Dawn split apart the remnants of the night, casting a misty glow over dew-covered grass.
Konoha in the early morning was calm, especially within the Hyūga Clan grounds, where hierarchy and tradition were paramount.
That is—until the peace was shattered by a thunderclap of laughter.
"YOUTH! The time to bloom has arrived! HAHAHAHA!"
The laughter came before the man did. One of the Hyūga guards flinched, mouth twitching in restrained pain, as a green blur zipped past in a cloud of dust.
Spiked bowl cut. Massive eyebrows. A red scarf fluttering behind him. Headband tied around his waist like some bizarre belt.
Bandaged fists. Neon green jumpsuit.
Only one man in all of Konoha fit that description.
Might Guy, Chūnin of the Leaf—and apostle of youth incarnate.