"Child~ I am your ancestor."
Hearing those words, Qingwu's lips twitched uncontrollably. His whole body felt out of sorts.
Holy shit, this old bastard actually dared to pull rank on me! But on second thought, strictly speaking, Otsutsuki Hamura really was his ancestor.
At that thought, Qingwu muttered inwardly, Hmph, if you want to play, I'll play along.
So he put on an excited, thrilled expression and answered loudly, "Oh?! You're my honored ancestor? Really?"
"Of course. Child, you should be able to feel the stirring in your blood, and the resonance between you and these eyes, born of the same source~" Otsutsuki Hamura said earnestly, as though conveying some vital information to Qingwu.
"That's right. I am your founding ancestor, Otsutsuki Hamura." Otsutsuki Hamura continued to emphasize his identity, his tone solemn and serious. His words were as gentle as a spring breeze, making people instinctively feel close to him.
Just as I thought, the statue worshipped by the Ōtsutsuki Clan on the moon is you, you dead old ancestor—Otsutsuki Hamura. Dreaming of becoming a god through faith? Qingwu sneered inwardly.
On the surface, however, he gave nothing away.
"Wow, wow, wow~ Honored ancestor... I-I-I... I'm so excited... Grandpa, I've made something of myself... I actually met our ancestor..."
"Will I become as powerful as you?!"
With his suspicions confirmed, Qingwu became somewhat incoherent, not knowing where to put his little hands... they kept trembling...
"You will. Child, you possess the same noble bloodline as I do... One day, you will be as powerful as me..."
"Yes~ I really do feel it. You truly are my honored ancestor... This is unbelievable..." A blush rose on Qingwu's face, and he began to stammer.
"Are you willing to work toward peace in the Ninja World?" Otsutsuki Hamura's tone brimmed with fervor