The flickering patterns even surprised Lesha.
"See? I told you so," Tsukikawa Isshiki said as if it were only natural.
Kitahara Kaede had no idea why Lesha was so shocked.
A trace of the Ten-Tails' consciousness began explaining it to Kitahara Kaede in his mind.
"The patterns on Lesha's body are proof of the power granted to him by the direct line."
"The deeper proof is the river of stars that lets him walk through space."
"When these patterns see someone from the Ōtsutsuki direct line and come within a certain distance, they activate."
With the Ten-Tails' explanation,
Kitahara Kaede understood.
He simply had not expected
Tsukikawa Isshiki to truly be a member of the Ōtsutsuki direct line.
But why did he use Tsukikawa as his surname?
Kitahara Kaede could not figure it out no matter how much he thought about it.
"Those who have been exiled should not trigger a reaction."
Lesha was somewhat dazed.
Because if Tsukikawa Isshiki had truly been exiled here,
then Lesha should not have reacted to him.
But if Tsukikawa Isshiki was not an exile,
then it was impossible for him to have come to a place like this.
After all, those of the Ōtsutsuki direct line valued everything about themselves immensely.
A barren place like this—
even being tainted by the slightest trace of its aura
would be an unbearable desecration to them.
Yet Tsukikawa Isshiki belonged to neither category.
And so Lesha's thoughts fell into chaos.
Something had gone wrong with his reasoning.
The rigid mindset shaped by long-term conditioning had suddenly been shattered.
"This is my great medicine. If you want to resolve this, call your master over and trade with me."
Tsukikawa Isshiki spoke indifferently.
At that moment, Lesha's gaze suddenly cleared.
"My master ordered me to bring his pet