Shiro Otsutsuki was banished from the moon by her mother Shinsei because of her mixed heritage. Being half-human, her appearance reflected this hybrid nature, which was met with disapproval among the pure-blooded Otsutsuki.
After being forced to lea...
On the raw, cold surface of the moon, in the shadow of powerful rock formations, Shiro Otsutsuki stood alone with her blue hair waving gently, shimmering in the pale moonlight, and her purple eyes shining with unspeakable sadness and longing. Behind her, in the shadows, stood Otsutsuki's advice, looking at her with merciless coldness and an unchanging expression on her face. Shiro's mother, Shinsei, held on to the front - her face was stone, not betraying any emotions, although deep down she felt pain, which she decided to ignore.
"Shiro Otsutsuki" - her voice echoed in silence - "your hybrid nature brings shame to our race. Your blood has been stained with human weakness, and we, as Otsutsuki, cannot accept it. You are a stranger among us."
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Shiro clenched her fists, trying to control the emotions that were raging inside her. Every word of the mother hammered into her like a blade. However, she was unable to answer, only lowered her head, accepting the sentence in silence. She knew that she could not escape from her nature or the destiny that had already been imposed on her on the day she was born.
Shinsei raised her hand, pointing to the distant blue globe, hanging alone in the sky.
"There," she continued, her voice cold and inexorable, "it's your place. Earth. There you will have to find your own destiny, away from us."
Shiro looked in the direction her mother was pointing. Her eyes were filled with melancholy. Earth... This word had both the promise of a new beginning and the bitter mark of exile.
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"Earth..." she whispered softly, looking at the blue globe, which was from now on to be her new home.
Before she could figure it out, she felt the energy surrounding her body, moving it towards a distant planet. The emptiness of the moon was moving away, and she fell into the unknown, into uncertainty.
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When the energy shell enveloped Shiro, her heart squeezed in pain. It was the last moment she saw the moon - her hometown, the world she had known since birth. His eyes were fixed on the figure of Shinsei, who remained motionless and unyielding, without revealing any emotion, although Shiro wanted to see even a shadow of regret or compassion in her eyes. However, there was nothing like that. For her, she was only an alien element, a hybrid unworthy of the name Otsutsuki.
In a split second, Shiro began to travel through space, her body surrounded by a bright, pulsating aura. Memories scrolled before her eyes: raw training, merciless looks of clan members, their whispered words about "contamination" and "betrayal". She felt rejected all her life, and now the sentence has been sealed - she will never return to the moon.
Her heart was filled with a mixture of fear and determination. She felt growing emotions, and their burden weighed on her like never before. She knew that it would not be an easy journey, that there were many lonely moments waiting for her, and yet... the thought of the Earth gave her some hope. There, among beings so different from Otsutsuki, will she finally find a place where she can be herself?
As she approached the blue globe, her thoughts took on a new shape - a promise. He will no longer be a victim of fate. The exile will not become the end, but a new beginning. On Earth, he will find his own destiny, discover the power that was despised on the moon. Or maybe... she will finally learn to live and find what she has wanted all her life - acceptance.
She slowly descended towards the Earth, looking at her with a mixture of sadness and hope. This place was to become her new home. Perhaps he will find himself there again.
After a long and exhausting journey, Shiro reached a small wooden hut on the edge of the forest. Her stomach was rumbling with hunger, and her fatigue began to bother more and more. She hesitated for a moment in front of the door, wondering if she should ask for help. This was her first contact with people, and she didn't know how they would react to seeing her.
After a while, she gathered her courage and knocked. The door was opened by an elderly woman with a warm, gentle expression. A middle-aged man and two little boys looked out from behind her. Their faces were full of surprise, but not resentment. The woman invited Shiro inside, seeing her exhausted look.
- Come in, darling, you must be tired - she said in a gentle tone. - We will eat something, you will rest.
Shiro nodded, grateful for the politeness. When they sat down at the table, the woman put a bowl of hot soup in front of her. Her smell was foreign but tempting, and Shiro felt that her hunger was gaining strength. She ate slowly, enjoying every bite, although at the same time she tried not to pay too much attention to herself.
When she had finished her meal, she timidly asked for the opportunity to use the toilet. The housewife smiled and pointed to her door at the end of the corridor.
When Shiro entered the small, modest room, something caught her attention. There was an old, cracked mirror hanging on the wall. Coming closer, she froze. Her reflection was... different.
Her hair was white instead of blue, but not as long as before. They now reached to the shoulders, rippling slightly, although they did not lose their luster. Lavender eyes remained unchanged, but something else was different. Her skin, once snow-white like alabaster, now had a healthy, natural shade, closer to the people she just met. She touched her forehead - there were no horns.
She stood like this, looking at her reflection, with a mixture of shock and consternation. Is it possible that the exile changed not only her life, but also her appearance? She was now more human than ever before. Staring at her reflection, she felt some strange relief, but also anxiety. This new face symbolized a new beginning, but also the final cut-off from her heritage.
"Do I really belong to this world now?" she thought through.
