Jigen: Who Exactly Are You?!

Jigen—or rather, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who occupied this vessel at this very moment.

That browless face still held the calm of an ancient well and a faint, effortless elegance.

He rapidly searched through the thousand years of long memories carried by this body, confirming once again that he had never seen the black-haired boy before him, nor had he ever encountered any human with a similar aura or appearance.

But this stirred little within him.

As the power he had lost after being ambushed and gravely wounded by Kaguya gradually recovered, his control over this "vessel" grew more complete by the day.

In his eyes, unless that wretched woman who had betrayed him, Otsutsuki Kaguya, or her two bastard sons, Hagoromo and Hamura, descended in person, there was no existence on this planet capable of threatening him.

The boy before him was perhaps nothing more than an ant who knew a few secrets.

Thus, there was no vigilance or killing intent in his eyes. Instead, with a trace of curiosity like someone observing a novel insect, he spoke calmly, his voice low and steady. "You know me? Yet in my memories, there seems to be no impression related to you."

At the side, Amado saw this and inwardly cried that things were bad.

He quickly set down the precise repair tools in his hands, took off his oil-stained gloves, and hurried forward, piling a smile onto his face in an attempt to ease the atmosphere as he smoothed things over. "G-Gentlemen! Please, come in and sit! Whether this young man is here to buy something or specifically to look for Mr. Jigen, since you've entered my Amado family's shop, you're all my guests! Come, come, this way, this way!"

As he spoke, he swiftly cleared off a nearby table piled with