Chapter 1: Unleashing the Storm

On the edge of a cliff stood a young girl around fourteen years, with delicate rabbit-like horns adorning her head. Her snowy white hair cascaded down, framing her pale eyes. From her vantage point, she gazed at a towering tree with colossal roots that stretched over a vast crater. Surrounding the crater were tall, rounded ridges, shrouding the mysteries hidden within. Only her mother, revered as the Rabbit Goddess by the native inhabitants, possessed knowledge of what lay beyond.

Yukari Otsutsuki, the young girl, sighed in frustration, longing to uncover the secrets of the God Tree. "When will Mom finally reveal its purpose? I'm old enough now," she grumbled, eager to delve into the tree's enigmatic powers. The prospect of unlocking its secrets ignited a deep curiosity within her, fueling her determination to learn more.

Ever since her childhood, Yukari had been fascinated by the tree's existence. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she yearned for her mother's guidance and hoped she would unveil the truth soon. She understood that the God Tree held immense potential, capable of transforming her life in profound ways. To satisfy her thirst for knowledge, Yukari diligently researched and pored over ancient texts provided by her mother, determined to uncover any insights into the tree's purpose.

With a final glance at the magnificent tree, Yukari turned and sprinted back to her home. A mischievous giggle escaped her lips as she contemplated her mother's divine beauty, aspiring to become a goddess like her when she grew up. "Mom, I'm back," she called out, but received no response. "She must be outside, and my silly brothers are probably playing with those humans again. I don't understand them," she thought, a tinge of loneliness creeping in. Yet, Yukari found solace in the bond she shared with her mother, considering her the best friend she could ever have.

Despite her disappointment at not finding her mother at home, Yukari's spirits lifted as she decided to retrieve her favorite book. Yearning for the warmth of her mother's presence, she sought solace in the pages of the cherished storybook. With each turn of the page, she imagined her mother's voice narrating the tale, a comforting sensation that brought them closer even when physically apart.

As Yukari pondered her aspirations of becoming a goddess, she couldn't help but marvel at her mother's ability to command nature and the elements through her chakra. The idea fascinated her, and her love for reading had provided her with a deeper understanding of herself and a means to assist her mother. Lost in the pages of a book within the confines of her room, she was abruptly startled by the clamor of rattling and loud voices outside. Perplexed and concerned, she wondered, "Why are people screaming? Shouldn't our home be a restricted area?" Her mind filled with confusion and worry, prompting her to set aside her book and hurriedly approach the window to investigate the source of the commotion.

To her astonishment, she witnessed a gathering of humans brandishing pitchforks and torches, demanding the presence of her mother. Yukari's heart sank as her self-proclaimed role as a goddess-in-training weighed heavily upon her. Aware of her responsibility, she swiftly leaped out of the window, prepared to confront these agitated individuals.

Amidst the chaos, an elderly man from the crowd singled her out with a cry of "It's the witch's child!" All eyes turned to Yukari. Anger welled up within her, mingled with confusion. "Who are they referring to as the witch's child? And why have they come here?" she fumed silently, fixing a stern gaze upon the villagers.

The girl's pale eyes became ensnared by bulging veins that emanated from the edges, granting her a mesmerizing 360-degree view—an ability known as the Byakugan. The sight before her bewildered her. Why were they labeling her as the witch's child? And why were they attacking her beloved home? With her enhanced vision, she surveyed her surroundings, witnessing the villagers callously hurling torches at her dwelling, igniting a destructive blaze that rapidly consumed her cherished memories. Overwhelmed with anguish, tears cascaded down her face as she watched her treasured abode succumb to the engulfing inferno.

The depth of her despair gave way to an eruption of raw emotion. "Why? How dare you, lowly beings, defile my home, my mother's home!" Her voice reverberated with a mix of grief and fury, unleashed upon the callous perpetrators. Yet, the villagers responded with jeers and taunts, relishing in their cruel mockery of the so-called "witch's child" who they believed deserved such punishment.

Infused with indignant rage, her chakra surged forth, causing the very ground beneath them to fracture and splinter. Unaware of the extent of her newfound abilities, she found herself defying gravity, ascending into the air. It was then that she noticed her hands, slowly unfurling to reveal a violet eye adorned with six captivating rings. In that moment, she was consumed by an overwhelming sensation of "POWER," as a flood of fresh memories overpowered her consciousness, unveiling the scope of her extraordinary capabilities.

"You destroyed my house and had the audacity to consider kidnapping me, you foolish idiots!" she unleashed her fury upon them, her voice resonating with a seething rage. With a disdainful gaze that regarded them as insignificant ants, chakra surged within her arms, signaling the brewing storm of power. Gathering all her emotions, she bellowed, "ALMIGHTY PUSH!" A tempestuous gust of force surged forth, unleashing a devastating torrent that swept through the area, obliterating everything in its path. The ground trembled beneath the weight of her unleashed might, leaving a trail of desolation in its wake. Rocks of all sizes were hurled through the air, carving a path of destruction, and a colossal crater bore witness to the magnitude of her power.

The aftermath of the cataclysmic event overwhelmed her. Countless bodies lay strewn amidst the debris, hidden beneath rocks, their limbs torn apart and the air tainted with the scent of blood. Though Yukari felt no regret or sympathy for the fallen, an unspoken concern lingered within her. She dreaded her mother's perception of her, fearing that she would be seen as a monstrous being. As she curled herself into a protective ball, awaiting her mother's arrival, tears cascaded down her cheeks. The weight of her actions bore heavily upon her, stirring a profound emotional turmoil within.

In the midst of her sorrow and uncertainty, a voice called out her name, a gentle presence offering solace amidst the chaos. She was held by someone, their comforting embrace serving as a lifeline in her moment of darkness. Her surroundings blurred as her chakra-depleted state encroached upon her consciousness, plunging her into an abyss of shadow and fog.