Within the purple-lit inner chamber, Ōtsutsuki Hamura's dull eyes carried a glimmer of expectation.
Despite how dim-witted this descendant appeared, Hamura's so-called "all-seeing" eyes had already discerned the immense potential hidden within him.
With just a bit of guidance, this kid could soar.
"No, no, no! I could never betray my ancestors like that!"
Gin shook his head like a rattle drum, refusing loudly with his mouth while quietly turning his body to show his empty pockets—pitch black inside and screaming with financial hints.
"The Sage of Six Paths is my beloved forefather, my blood… our connection runs deep… Anyway, I can't do it!"
Seeing the old man still looking so clueless, Gin's expression turned slightly sour.
Trying to get something for free in this day and age? Get real.
"Ancestor-sama..."
The calmer, lean man stepped forward again and leaned in to whisper something into Hamura's ear.
"Huh? Oh! Ah… Hmm~"
After listening to the whisper, the old Ōtsutsuki's expression shifted from confusion, to surprise, to understanding, and finally a long "hmm" filled with deep meaning. He even gave the lean man a nod of approval for his tact.
Everyone knew what that meant—power struggles didn't end just because you died.
"I understand now... But I no longer have a physical body."
Hamura turned back to Gin, raising his arms and spinning slowly to show his floating spirit form.
"Okay, stop right there! I'm not into old men! What the hell did you whisper to him?!"
Gin felt things taking a weird turn. Seeing the old man look almost bashful, he quickly shouted and glared at the lean man.
And to think he thought this guy was the most reasonable ghost around—turns out he was the sneakiest.
"Huh?"
The lean man blinked, confused. He didn't think he said anything that strange…
"I am alone now. All my belongings from life were split up by the remaining descendants of the Ōtsutsuki. I really don't have anything to offer."
Hamura, oblivious to Gin's suspicions, continued explaining with complete sincerity.
"Whew~ don't say things like that with such dramatic pauses, old man. Scared me for a second."
Gin backed up a few steps in alarm, then sighed in relief. At least it wasn't that kind of situation.
"Look, great-uncle, it's not that I don't want to help… but this kinda stuff is tough, you know?"
Besides, if he went around publicly claiming to be an Ōtsutsuki descendant, who knew what kind of weird cosmic monks might come knocking on his door.
"…If there's truly something you want, it's not impossible."
Hamura could tell Gin was trying to worm his way out. He frowned slightly, his pale eyes thoughtful.
After a brief pause, he seemed to recall something and said slowly,
"One of the surviving members of the Ōtsutsuki branch family possesses a Tenseigan that has been passed down for a thousand years. If you agree to my conditions, I will ensure that Tenseigan is gifted to you."
Damn… So the old man wasn't just a fossil—he was shrewd as hell. One sentence, and he just baited him into doing two things.
"Tenseigan? What's that?"
Even though he was silently roasting the guy in his mind, Gin still played along and asked curiously.
"Since you're interested, I'll let you take a look."
Seeing Gin's curiosity was piqued, Hamura didn't waste time. With a wave of his hand, purple light spread across the space once more.
On the moon, a battlefield from a thousand years ago unfolded before them.
Two opposing forces stood ready for war, each flying their own banner—two sides of one fractured clan.
Gin found himself standing amid this vivid 3D war zone, stunned by how real it felt.
Holy crap—actual 3D live-action!
"This was the conflict between the main family and the branch family of the Ōtsutsuki clan."
Hamura drifted beside him, calmly explaining the scene.
"That side," he pointed left, "is the main family. They followed my will, guarding the moon's secret and watching over the Earth to ensure harmony."
He looked at them with visible sorrow. Loyal kids... gone just like that.
"The other side… all traitors."
His expression turned furious as he pointed right. Even his withered teeth ground together with audible rage.
"No need to say more. Just keep watching."
On the battlefield, the main family—led by a long-haired man—charged toward their once-brotherly enemies with overwhelming momentum.
"Hey, hey, that badass dude up front—is that you?"
Gin, totally absorbed in the show, elbowed the long-haired man beside him and asked in a whisper.
"Hmph-hmph (.-`ω-)!"
The long-haired man, who had been wearing a serious expression, couldn't help but show a smug smile and straighten up proudly.
Maybe this brat isn't so annoying after all.
"I was quite something back in the day. That battle—"
"Yeah okay, I'm not interested~"
Before he could finish bragging, Gin cut him off without hesitation and turned back to the action.
Just a glorified extra, acting all mighty.
"You impudent brat!"
The man's red-tinged eyes twitched with rage. His clenched fists cracked loudly—he was ready to teach this little punk a lesson.
"Tenseigan—activate!"
On the other side, the leader of the branch family raised a hand and gave the order.
Only then did Gin notice a mobile tower among the branch family's forces. At its top sat a massive stone eye.
Though rough and unpolished in appearance, once activated, it unleashed a brilliant purple glow.
An arcane, destructive power shot forth from the stone orb, carrying the weight of devastation.
Wherever the beam struck, it left behind mountains of corpses.
The long-haired man got it the worst—flopping on the ground with a miserable groan.
In a single instant, the confident main family was nuked by the Tenseigan's overwhelming force.
"This… is the Tenseigan. What do you think?"
Hamura asked proudly, clearly pleased with Gin's dumbfounded expression.
This was the ultimate weapon born from his bloodline. Even the tailed beasts his brother so adored were nothing more than playthings before it.
"Hm… I can describe it in two words."
"Go ahead."
Gin nodded seriously, his blue-white eyes fixed on the old man as he gave his honest review:
"Clay giant."
He remembered that giant eye needed dozens of people just to move it slowly across the battlefield. The label was well earned.
"But it's powerful!"
Hamura protested, seeing that Gin didn't seem impressed at all. Wasn't this thing supposed to be a treasure anyone would drool over?
"You expect me to carry that thing around everywhere? That's way too much effort!"
Gin's mouth said one thing, but his imagination was already running wild.
That giant eyeball wasn't that big… Maybe it could fit on top of his Susanoo's head? It wouldn't look that out of place…
Actually… maybe the wooden golem approach isn't so bad either…
(End of Chapter)
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