On the moon, the artificial sun still gave off its mild, unchanging light. But in the square, the earlier tension, when swords had been drawn and bloodshed seemed only a heartbeat away, had long since given way to an eerie calm mingled with awe, fear, and a hint of... absurdity.
The two groups from the Ōtsutsuki Main Family and Branch Family stood rooted to the spot, as though invisible ropes bound their hands and feet. None of them even dared breathe too loudly.
Their gazes were all fixed on the silver-haired man with naturally curly hair who had just "mediated" their clan's thousand-year feud in a way utterly beyond their comprehension.
Shinichi clapped his hands as though merely dusting off dirt that wasn't there. His languid demeanor formed an outrageously stark contrast with the "friendly suggestions" he had just made, which were enough to make the entire moon tremble.
"All right, since nobody has any objections, that's happily settled."
Shinichi yawned, squeezing a few involuntary tears from the corners of his eyes.
"From now on, the Main Family and Branch Family are one big family. Love one another, help one another, and work together to build a beautiful, harmonious new home on the moon. If anyone dares stir up more infighting, or pull any more crap like 'eye donations'..."
He paused. His perpetually half-lidded, dead-fish eyes casually swept across the faces of every Ōtsutsuki present, and a "kindly" smile curved his lips.
"...I'll bundle him up with the ancestral tablets of eighteen generations of his forebears and toss the whole lot onto the sun for a little sunbathing. I mean every word."
Gulp.
Someone swallowed with difficulty, the sound strikingly clear in the deathly silent square.
"Now then," Shinichi nodded in satisfaction, apparently quite pleased with the "results of his