**"Miss Hikari, your dinner is here."**
A handsome waiter stood at the door, pushing a cart piled high with meat. The doorbell chimed politely.
**"Enter."**
The door was unlocked.
Before he could even step inside, the sound of *crunching* echoed from within—gnawing, grinding, the kind of noise that made his own teeth ache in sympathy.
Pushing the cart in, his vision gradually adjusted to the scene.
In the spacious, well-lit room, a long mahogany dining table was stacked with empty plates. At the center sat a silver-haired girl, her cheeks bulging as she tore into a roasted beef leg larger than her own head.
***CRACK!***
She bit through the bone like it was a watermelon, chewing without hesitation. The waiter quickly averted his gaze.
**"Miss Hikari, the *Ship of Hope* departs in two days. Here's your ticket—it includes your cabin number and departure time. Please keep it safe."**
**"Mmm..."**
She barely acknowledged him as he placed the ticket on the bedside table. He swapped out the empty plates for fresh food, then fled as if escaping a predator.
Hikari kept eating.
Her *Byakugan* flicked idly toward the neatly placed ticket.
*Mermaid Dock. Departure: 1 PM, two days from now. VIP single cabin. Fifteen-day voyage.*
Finally, she was leaving the *Land of Water*.
A strange emotion stirred in her chest—something between relief and melancholy.
Only a week had passed since her memories awakened. Yet it felt longer than an entire lifetime in her past world.
*The nameless ANBU whose legs she shattered in the Kaguya battlefield. Hellfox. Amasaka Naoko. Kuriu Mari. Oka Mura Shin. Douzan Karin. Ouma. Crowmist. Bloodhound...*
Killing. Ambushes. Deception. Desperate struggles. Calculations.
Her past life blurred at the edges, as though it had happened both yesterday and an eternity ago.
Sometimes, she couldn't tell if she was *Kaguya Hikari*—or that middle-aged woman who had lost everything in an earthquake, clinging to life like a weed.
But it didn't matter.
Whoever she was, her goal remained the same:
***Gain power. Control her fate.***
*Konoha.*
Her gaze drifted toward the setting sun.
*The Sharingan. Hashirama Cells. Flying Thunder God. Shadow Clones. Edo Tensei. Dead Demon Consuming Seal. The Hyūga's secret techniques...*
So many paths to strength awaited her there.
She ripped another chunk of meat from the bone, her sharp teeth reducing it to pulp in seconds. Her stomach churned, converting the meal into *chakra*, storing excess energy as fat for future battles.
The *Akimichi Clan's* secret techniques? For someone who could manipulate her own flesh, it was mere instinct.
The *Dead Bone Pulse* and *Byakugan* were absurdly powerful. The more she used them, the more she understood how *unfair* her bloodline was—and why the *Kaguya Clan* was doomed to extinction.
*Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's abilities:*
- **The Rinnegan (Sage Eyes).**
- **The Sage Body.**
- **Byakugan.**
- **Ash Killing Bones.**
- And, of course, the *Ten-Tails'* monstrous *chakra* reservoir.
If Kaguya were a tank:
- **Rinnegan = Cannon.**
- **Sage Body = Fuel tank + armor.**
- **Byakugan = Radar + targeting system.**
- **Ash Killing Bones = The kill switch.**
The *Senju* and *Uzumaki* inherited the **Sage Body**—the fuel and armor. No cannon, but they could drown enemies in sheer vitality.
The *Uchiha* got the **cannon**—but without the fuel tank, their *Mangekyō Sharingan* drained their lifeforce.
The *Hyūga* took the **radar and OS**, but without hardware, most functions were locked. They became specialists in *chakra control* and precision strikes.
And the *Kaguya Clan?*
They got the **empty hull**.
No fuel. No cannon. No radar.
So what could they do?
***Ram into people.***
But without the *Sage Body's* regeneration, every injury cost them *chakra* and *lifespan*.
*Kimimaro's* illness? A classic case of burning through his reserves until his body gave out.
That's why Hikari *gorged* herself before battles—stockpiling energy to offset the *Dead Bone Pulse's* toll.
But it wasn't a permanent solution.
She forced down another mouthful of tasteless beef.
The *Ash Killing Bones*—Kaguya's *"instant death"* technique—terrified her. If her *Dead Bone Pulse* evolved in that direction *without* the *Sage Body's* vitality…
She'd crumble to dust.
### **Three Solutions:**
1. **Transplant Hashirama Cells** (acquire *Wood Style* and *Sage Body*).
2. **Learn Tsunade's *Strength of a Hundred Seal*** (store excess *chakra*, but it's a stopgap).
3. **Become a Jinchūriki** (gain a new *chakra* source).
The first two were out of reach for now. But the third…
*Maybe.*
She set aside the empty plate and rang the bell. The waiter returned, cleared the table, and left.
*Click.*
The door locked.
*Byakugan—activate.*
No observers.
From her clothes, she retrieved a white porcelain vial—emblazoned with the *Kaguya Clan's* crest.
Inside was the *"thing"* she'd taken from *Bloodhound's* corpse.
She poured it into her palm.
A **slick, blue-black mass** slithered out, pulsating with *chakra*.
*Like a leech made of condensed ocean.*
Her *Byakugan* analyzed it.
Despite its small size, its *chakra* reserves dwarfed an average *Chūnin's*.
This was what had allowed *Bloodhound* to overpower her at the last moment.
And she was almost certain of its origin.
***The Three-Tails.***
One of the *Narutoverse's* six great power-ups:
- *Sharingan.*
- *Wood Style.*
- *Sage Mode.*
- *Shadow Clones.*
- *Tailed Beast Chakra.*
- *Space-Time Ninjutsu.*
Now, she might have a shot at becoming a ***pseudo-Jinchūriki.***
But how?
She knew no *sealing jutsu*.
*Eat it?*
Probably not ideal—though *Kinkaku and Ginkaku* had devoured *Kurama's* flesh and survived.
But they were *descendants of the Sage of Six Paths*.
She might not have horns, but with *two* of *Kaguya's* bloodline traits, her pedigree was just as strong—if not stronger.
Her tongue flicked over her lips, still greasy from the beef.
*I've stockpiled enough energy. Worst case, I'll regrow my stomach.*
But if this worked…
***I'll be a Three-Tails vessel.***
Her grip tightened.
**"Let's do this."**
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