Naruto: Reborn as Sakura with Manyuu Chifusa Template

Meanwhile, back in the Hidden Leaf Village a few minutes earlier, the battle between the villagers and the alien raged on.

The Ōtsutsuki clan might not have been especially creative compared to humans when it came to developing uses for chakra, but one had to admire how dreadfully efficient they were at utilising it. Ōtsutsuki clan members could use chakra to manifest what could only be described as miracles— unlike humans, whose natural compatibility with chakra was so low that they could only use one to three chakra natures simultaneously.

However, it was precisely thanks to humankind's inborn limitations and weakness that they had given birth to such a wide variety of Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu, Fūinjutsu, and Jujutsu. The Ōtsutsuki had had millennia to optimise their bloodlines and to create Shinjutsu, but after becoming unrivalled in the sea of stars, they had become complacent and ceased to evolve through life-or-death battles, unlike shinobi.

"Now, let's see what this chakra does…" said Urashiki snidely, wearing a sly expression on his face. "If I'm interpreting this correctly, I should coat a weapon with it…"

Urashiki's fishing rod suddenly began glowing bright pink, just like the orb of chakra he had stripped from Sakura's breast. Many Ōtsutsuki possessed chakra absorption techniques, and while Urashiki couldn't directly devour a Ninjutsu's chakra like a Dark-style shinobi (without consuming his own eyeballs), he did possess the ability to consume stolen chakra to temporarily copy its owner's techniques.

'That colour…' said Inner Sakura, her face turning ashen white. 'Don't tell me he's going to—'

Despite being completely encircled by shinobi from the Hyūga clan, which for anybody else would have been a death sentence, Urashiki lowered his fishing rod and adopted an iai quick draw stance…

"Kill!"

"Get him!"

Urashiki grinned.

"Manyuu-style: Full Moon Cleave!"

There was a flash of pink, as Urashiki 'unsheathed' his fishing rod and brought it around himself in an arc, slashing through each Hyūga shinobi that surrounded him in a three-metre radius. Strangely enough, his fishing rod seemed to slip through the Hyūga clan members' bodies as if they were ghosts, but four of the twenty or so attacking Hyūga— all females— collapsed, holding their chests and groaning, but the rest continued advancing, unphased by Urashiki's stolen skill.

Urashiki let out a grunt of annoyance— the pink haired girl's seemingly powerful chakra had failed to live up to his standards, and now he was being swarmed by an army of Gentle Fist users. Forced into close combat with shinobi who could seal his Tenketsu and bypass his durable skin to directly attack his internal organs through his meridian network, even a gifted master of Taijutsu like Urashiki was forced to take to the skies.

"Eight Trigrams: Vacuum Palm!"

Upon seeing Urashiki beginning to float into the air, those who knew ranged Ninjutsu used them, while those who didn't began to fire compressed blasts of air at him from their palms! Despite their predilection for melee combat, Hyūga clan members weren't completely helpless when it came to ranged combat!

…

While the Hyūga pressured the Ōtsutsuki, Sakura was keeping a close eye on the battle, desperately trying to remember some Niconico video clip or some YouTube short that might help her analyse Urashiki's powers, but none came to mind.

'Look at their faces,' said Inner Sakura, pointing at the fallen Hyūga kunoichi. 'They're in ecstasy…'

In the world of Manyuu Hikenchou, Manyuu techniques were inherently painful, but these women had clearly found Urashiki's stolen attack intensely pleasurable, which indicated that he had also copied Sakura's Munamori Breast Flow factor. Men could use Manyuu sword techniques to sever women's Nyuumyaku; their Breast Vein, their connection to the source of all breast chi/chakra— but what would happen if a man used a Munamori breast absorption power…?

…

Urashiki was beginning to feel queasy.

The hairless monkeys below him weren't letting him anywhere near his prey, Uzumaki Naruto, and he had half a mind to just leave for now and rethink his approach, because of his worsening condition— and suddenly, completely out of the blue, blood began spewing out from all his orifices!

"What the…?" Urashiki groaned. "How…? Have I been… poisoned…?

Urashiki's blue Rinnegan allowed him to travel a few seconds into the past, effectively allowing him to foresee enemy attacks by enduring them a first time.

Once, twice, thrice; Urashiki relived the last few agonising seconds, hundreds, thousands of times… but he still couldn't find anything remotely resembling an attack!

No matter how many times he would send himself into the past, he couldn't identify the trigger which had led to him getting poisoned, making it impossible for him to avoid his current present! Either he still hadn't managed to find the exact moment the enemy's attack had landed, or much more likely, given the number of times he had regressed and still hadn't found anything…

The length of time he needed to travel into the past to prevent his current condition from arising exceeded his Rinnegan's abilities, which meant that it was already too late to stop this unfavourable present— his fate was sealed!

"How dare you," spat Urashiki, his face contorting into a mask of fury. "You lowly apes— I'll get you all for this!"

"Yomotsu Hirasaka!"

It was time to beat a hasty retreat, so Urashiki opened a black rift in space and flew through it, entering a separate dimension.

To put it simply, the Yomotsu Hirasaka worked a lot like the so-called space-folding technology from Event Horizon or the Nether from Minecraft— the technique sent its user into a dimension where space itself worked differently, which meant that one could use its discrepancies to travel a long distance in the real world by travelling a short distance within the Yomotsu Hirasaka dimension.

"Gwak!"

He had barely entered the black rift of the Yomotsu Hirasaka than he was wracked by spasms of pain, causing him to fall out of the separate dimension much earlier than he'd planned— and thus, Urashiki was spat out of the rift a few kilometres away from where he'd entered it, in the heart of Konoha…

"A vessel!" Urashiki wheezed, spitting out blood. "A compatible vessel…!"

Urashiki staggered through the city centre, pushing passers-by aside, his eyes wild.

Unbeknownst to him, his extremely complex Ōtsutsuki DNA was quickly unravelling, due to his absorption of four humans' worth of breast tissue at the same time. While Sakura had no trouble altering her own bloodline with the System's help (as long as she took it nice and slow), she was upgrading to a higher tier of life— but in Urashiki's case, it was the exact opposite.

The more complex the system, the greater the need for proper maintenance— Urashiki's body and his cells required extremely complex and specific amino acids, proteins and hormones in order to function harmoniously, but many of the gene sequences dictating the production of such substances were being rapidly overwritten by bloatware; inefficient human DNA full of vestigial, evolutionary dead-end mistakes…

"Found you," whispered Urashiki.

And then he collapsed from total organ failure— just like that Ōtsutsuki Urashiki was no more.