Faced with the suddenly excited Danzo, the Third Hokage was momentarily stunned before realizing—Danzo must have recalled that incident from years ago.
He gave Danzo a deep look and said,
"When the time truly comes, I trust you won't hesitate."
Danzo took a deep breath and turned his head away.
"Of course not."
...
On the planet's surface, Carl—who had burst forth at extreme speed—had already reached the moon of the Ninja World.
To call it a "moon" was generous; in truth, it was merely an oversized meteorite, even smaller than the one orbiting the world of the pirates.
In fact, this so-called moon wasn't naturally formed at all. It had been created by the Sage of Six Paths, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo, and his brother Hamura, using the Six Paths: Chibaku Tensei technique.
To ordinary people, this artificial moon's massive size was enough to call it a celestial body.But to Carl, such a "moon" was nothing more than a pebble—if he exerted even a bit of force, he could send it crashing down onto the Ninja World below.
Carl glanced around the barren, ashen landscape—lifeless and still. Yet his keen perception immediately caught a massive wave of energy somewhere in the distance.
Having already condensed his chakra crystal, Carl could sense that this was an incredibly pure chakra—its quantity far surpassing even that of the Nine-Tails, constantly emanating a destructive pulse.
A brief thought was all it took for him to recognize it. That immense chakra could only come from the enormous Tenseigan, created when the descendants of Hamura had sacrificed their Byakugan.
In the movie, after Ōtsutsuki Toneri fused with the Tenseigan, his strength had risen to the mid-level of the Six Paths tier—proof enough of the Tenseigan's overwhelming power.
A ready-made treasure like this—there was no reason not to take it.
Thinking so, Carl's figure blurred, turning into a streak of black light that shot toward the location of the massive Tenseigan.
...
At the same time, deep within the moon's core, Ōtsutsuki Toneri frowned.
He shared a subtle resonance with the Tenseigan—and now, he could sense someone rapidly approaching it.
The intruder's speed had already far surpassed anything he had ever witnessed.
That Tenseigan had been forged through the sacrifice of nearly his entire branch family. No matter what, it could not be allowed to fall into anyone else's hands.
Without hesitation, Toneri opened a spatial portal and stepped through.
...
Moments later, Carl arrived at the location of the Tenseigan.
Before him stood an ancient palace, and at a glance, he immediately recognized it as the sanctuary where the Tenseigan was sealed.
Just as he was about to enter and absorb its energy, his Observation Haki flared—a warning. Carl stopped and turned his head to the side.
There, space rippled—and from within it emerged a pale-skinned young man in a flowing white robe.
Carl didn't seem surprised by the sudden arrival. Crossing his arms, he said calmly,
"Ōtsutsuki Toneri? You're quick."
Hearing his own name from a stranger, Toneri's expression froze in shock. Though blind, he used chakra to perceive Carl's form and said in a low voice,
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
Carl smiled faintly.
"Even if I told you who I am, you wouldn't understand. As for you—I know not only your name, but also the little mess your Hamura-descended clan has stirred up here."
Toneri's shock deepened when he heard the name of his ancestor. Green light flared from his hands as he said coldly,
"I don't care who you are. You must be here for the Tenseigan inside—but I won't let you succeed!"
Carl slowly lowered his arms and tilted his head slightly.
"So you intend to stop me, huh?"
Toneri didn't respond. In the next instant, he thrust both palms forward. Countless green chakra orbs burst forth like a torrential rain, showering toward Carl.
Carl, however, didn't even move. He stood still, letting the chakra orbs pierce through his body.
Not a single shot missed—every one struck Carl. But there wasn't the slightest hint of triumph on Toneri's face, for he hadn't felt any chakra being absorbed.
Those weren't ordinary chakra blasts—they were techniques that could drain an opponent's chakra. Even Naruto had once suffered greatly from this move—it was a true first-strike killer.
Yet it had no effect on Carl.
Toneri frowned deeply and cautiously asked,
"Spatial ninjutsu?"
Carl clapped his hands and chuckled.
"Correct. As a reward, the Tenseigan in that building behind you—belongs to me now."
Toneri's face darkened.
"Don't you dare!"
He swung his long sleeves, and countless mechanical puppets burst from the ground, charging toward Carl.
Carl merely shook his head. Lifting a single finger, he pressed down lightly. In the next second, a pale violet gravitational field rippled outward. All the incoming puppets were crushed into powder before they could even brush the hem of his coat.
Toneri instantly lost contact with all his puppets. Panic began to take hold—after just two exchanges, Carl's overwhelming power had already filled him with helpless despair.
Still, he refused to give up.
Roaring in defiance, Toneri prepared to rush in for close combat—but before he could even take a step, an invisible gravity pinned him flat to the ground.
He couldn't move at all.
With Toneri subdued, Carl casually started walking toward the temple. As he passed the fallen man, Toneri shouted in rage,
"No! The Tenseigan doesn't belong to you!"
Carl didn't even glance back. He laughed as he walked.
"That's not up to you. Besides, even if you fuse with it, you'll just get flattened by some blond kid later. You can't protect that power—so why not hand it over?"
He reached the temple gates, pausing for a moment. Glancing sideways at the despair-stricken Toneri, Carl said softly,
"You're lucky. I'm not in the mood to kill today. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind adding an Ōtsutsuki head to my collection."
A chill crept into his words, one so cold that even Toneri—who had never known the feeling of cold—trembled.
He could sense it clearly as Carl pushed open the temple doors and walked toward the massive golden Tenseigan at the center of the hall. Slowly, Carl extended his hand toward it.
Flat on the ground, Toneri could only whisper in despair,
"No… don't… don't touch it…"
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