Naruto Tenseigan Reborn: Toneri's Time-Traveling Romance

7

Toneri slipped away during solitary patrol, finding a secluded desert spot to attempt power restoration unobserved. Forming seals, he reached inward - and abruptly collapsed unconscious into the sand.

He awoke inside the outpost barracks, pinned by Squad Captain Mitsui's ruthless stare. "What happened out there? Explain yourself!" the man demanded.

Still disoriented, Toneri grasped for excuses. "I...I'm not sure, sir. My body just gave out..."

Mitsui's eyes narrowed. "Did someone attack you? Who was it - Sand shinobi?"

Toneri shook his throbbing head. "No ambush, Captain. I think I've fallen ill..." True shinobi sickness was nothing unusual, especially hitting bloodline clans.

After a searching look, Mitsui nodded briskly and left him to rest. Once alone, Toneri carefully examined the changes wrought during his botched power attempt. His vision swam with strange glittering lights, pale eyes now scintillating like captive stars.

Amongst the myriad techniques that dance within his subconscious, one stands out with crystalline clarity – the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, a skill that had etched itself into his consciousness during countless observations of the Hyūga's prowess.

Though his power remains but a mere shadow of its former glory, Toneri's mastery of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms serves as a testament to his indomitable spirit. With each strike, he channels the essence of his ancestral lineage, his movements honed to perfection despite the limitations of his rekindled strength.

Harnessing the formidable might of the Tenseigan Eye, Toneri unveils a distant iteration of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, a manifestation of his newfound power. Through the ethereal tendrils of chakra, he strikes from afar, his attacks resonating with the force of a seasoned shinobi, their precision unmatched by mortal hands.

Among his abilities lies the enigmatic Green Orb – a potent tool of manipulation and intrigue, forged from the depths of his boundless potential.

With a mere thought, Toneri conjures the luminous sphere, its verdant glow pulsating with untold power. Within its depths, secrets stir, awaiting his command – the ability to delve into minds, siphon chakra from afar, or unleash devastation at his whim. Yet, mindful of his limited strength, Toneri treads cautiously, each employment of his abilities a calculated risk in the pursuit of his goals.

"Beautiful..." he whispered in wonder - then collapsed again as vertigo and searing pain slammed through his skull.

Panting heavily, understanding dawned about the coming ordeal. This evolution’s adaptation period would challenge him greatly. But the glimpse of success was worth any temporary suffering!

For the next three days, Toneri battled disorientation and agony as his body and eyes attuned to the restored energy pathways. He kept eyes bound to avoid even simple sight triggering episodes. It was a trial to be endured...yet with each painful bout, his strength grew as well.

Dusk of the third day brought visitors to his sick room - fellow outcasts Anko and Suzune. Conversation was friendly until Suzune revealed their squad had a special mission that might earn a ticket back to the village.

Unease stirred in Toneri's gut. Why assign such a vital task to discarded pawns like themselves? But he kept doubts unvoiced, wishing them quiet fortune. If something deeper was afoot here, forewarning could disrupt destiny’s weave...

Another span of days passed while Toneri focused inward, navigating each tortuous milestone. By his estimate, the adaptation period was halfway done. His chakra reserves now easily surpassed past levels by tenfold or more.