Since You Have Seen Your Ancestor, Why Not Bow?

The three of them went straight into the castle and found Toneri. Only then did they dispel the Senjutsu that had concealed them.

"Who are you?" Toneri was startled by the sudden appearance of the three. Although he had been born without eyes, he still had ways of sensing the world around him.

With a whoosh, Genichi tossed the token to Toneri and said coldly, "This is Otsutsuki Hamura's token. Seeing it is as good as seeing him. Descendant of the Ōtsutsuki, since you have seen your ancestor, why not bow?"

Toneri stared in disbelief. Feeling the genuine token in his hands, the young boy didn't know whether to rebuke these sudden intruders or welcome his ancestor's envoy.

"What exactly do you want?" After a moment of silence, Toneri stopped agonizing over it and asked directly.

"I'm here to correct your mistaken beliefs. You've misinterpreted our ancestor Hamura's final wishes, child," Genichi replied calmly.

"Impossible! The Ninja World has become corrupt. It must be completely cleansed. That is why the Ōtsutsuki exist. It is my destiny!" Toneri shouted in protest.

Genichi wasn't in a hurry. He had already expected Toneri to be difficult to convince, so he explained slowly, "The key to reshaping the Ninja World with the Fist of the Moon is the reshaping. It means creating a new and whole Ninja World, not simply bringing about its destruction."

"How could you know our ancestor's final wishes?" Toneri found it inconceivable. There was no way an outsider could know so much.

"I already told you. I'm Hamura's envoy. He learned of the mistakes his clan is making now, so he sent me to correct them."

Toneri tightened his grip on the token. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "If our ancestor is still alive, why didn't he step in to stop the rebellion twelve years ago? Everyone back then..."

"It was precisely because he trusted you that he didn't interfere with your actions. He never expected you to end up on the wrong path." Genichi could see Toneri's hesitation.

"The Ninja World has been plagued by wars for years. People are constantly killing each other, and someone even secretly stole the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, which the Ōtsutsuki clan had sealed away for generations. What value does a world like this have if it isn't destroyed?" Remembering what his father had hoped for him, Toneri's face twisted with rage. The Otsutsuki Branch Family had already sacrificed too much for this cause.

"You think the Ninja World has no value at all? Then why not see it for yourself? To fully master the power of the Tenseigan, you'll need a pair of pure Byakugan, won't you?" Genichi could tell Toneri was wavering, so he quickly added, "I can arrange for you to go to the Hyuga clan and find you a pair of Byakugan. The Ninja World will be in turmoil for the next few years. Whether you want to protect it or destroy it, wait until you truly understand it before deciding."

Toneri lowered his head and thought, Without eyes, I'm no match for this man. Awakening the Tenseigan will take time, too.

Besides, the Byakugan princess is in the Hyuga clan. I might as well go see the Ninja World for myself. Since he's our ancestor's envoy, he probably won't harm me.

"Then I'll do as you say, envoy." Having regained his composure, Toneri maintained the Ōtsutsuki clan's characteristic pride.

Genichi grinned. "Then let's go. Take me to collect the purple Tenseigan first."

"What! How dare you covet my clan's treasure?" Toneri's composure shattered in an instant.

"Ahem. This is part of Lord Hamura's plan," Genichi explained slowly. "With the golden Tenseigan, you'll have enough to awaken the true Tenseigan. There are still many threats lurking in the Ninja World, so this purple Tenseigan should be put to proper use as well."

Toneri hesitated. Sensing the immense power within Genichi and the faint smile on his face, he finally agreed.

"It's fine. As long as I awaken the Tenseigan, everything will work out. I'll personally wash away today's humiliation."

"Haha, that's more like it."

Without anyone to control it, it was just an object. Combining what he had learned from the materials on the Tenseigan he'd collected in the Ōtsutsuki clan's library, Genichi made a slight modification to the Eight-Trigrams Seal and stored the purple Tenseigan inside his body.

Sensing what had just happened, Toneri swallowed hard. Although he'd suspected it might happen, Genichi storing the Tenseigan inside his body had still shocked him deeply.

After all, the Ōtsutsuki Branch Family had sacrificed every last Byakugan to create this ultimate weapon, capable of firing terrifying beams of purple chakra and wiping out the Main Family in a complete reversal of their positions.

Once he was done, Genichi asked, "Did you make a copy of the materials, Toneri?"

"I did. Everything you asked for is here."

Many of the records Hamura had given him were one of a kind. Genichi had already taken plenty, so he didn't want to simply take the originals as well. He'd had Toneri control a puppet to make a copy.

After sealing it all inside a scroll and securing it against his body, Genichi smiled at the others and said, "Our destination is Konoha, in the Ninja World. Let's go!"

Just as they were about to pass through the spatial barrier, Genichi suddenly turned around and called out, "Senior Hamura, I've done what I promised. The Main and Branch Families of the Ōtsutsuki in our world haven't turned against each other yet. If I get the chance, I'll stop them. You can rest easy!"

"What? You're not even from this Ninja World?" Toneri was horrified. His already pale face turned even whiter. Was I tricked? What have I done?

"Child, go and see the Ninja World for yourself. In the end, you must decide your own future. Don't cling to the final words of a dead man like me."

Hamura didn't appear, but his kindly voice drifted down from the air.

Outside the cave, the air was fresh. It was early morning.

"This is incredible. We didn't just travel through time—we went to the moon and met the Sage of Six Paths' brother from over a thousand years ago," Mikoto marveled.

Genichi smiled and replied, "There's even more to come. These are two different worlds, but their histories have developed in much the same way. We might even run into some old friends from decades in the future."

"Genichi, will we meet our future selves later?" Hana stood beside Genichi, smiling. Now that the Curse Mark had been removed, there was no need for her to suppress her feelings anymore.

Genichi slowly shook his head. "Remember Yamato? That Wood Style ninja we met last time? Judging by his habits, he seemed like an elite Anbu, yet he didn't know who I was. It's strange. Maybe I don't exist in this world, or maybe I died in some corner of it long ago.

"Don't dwell on it too much. They're different worlds, after all, so the people won't be exactly the same.

"Come on. I can't wait any longer!"

Ever since arriving in the Ninja World, things had gone fairly smoothly for Genichi. But because he knew the story as a transmigrator, he'd always been cautious and hadn't interfered much with the course of major events.

Now he'd made considerable progress in his training and stood at the pinnacle of the Ninja World. On top of that, this wasn't his own Ninja World, and he could leave whenever he wanted. The mischievous side of him was growing more and more uncontrollable.