"Even our Main Family has to receive the Caged Bird Seal?!"
Ōtsutsuki Terukuru's eyes widened in shock. He backed away repeatedly, his temples throbbing, as though someone had struck him over the head.
With matters having come this far, all his pride and dignity had vanished. He frantically pleaded with Tobirama:
"Lord Tobirama, the Main Family has no intention of awakening the Tenseigan. Please, you must..."
Yet no matter how Terukuru begged, Tobirama's tone allowed no room for negotiation.
His purpose in coming was clear. He was simply delivering a notification, not bargaining with the Ōtsutsuki Clan.
Scarcity was less troubling than inequality. If only some people received the Caged Bird Seal while others did not, what would happen? Wasn't the Hyuga Clan the perfect example?
Hamura Otsutsuki's descendants were always enthusiastic about infighting. Tobirama would not take that risk.
If Ōtsutsuki Terukuru could offer a powerful ninjutsu capable of reshaping terrain, Tobirama might have considered it. But he had nothing of value to trade, leaving no room for compromise.
That was the Shinobi World: a place where the strong dictated the fate of the weak.
Damn it, if only we had the Tenseigan...
Bitterness filled Terukuru's heart. Knowing there was no changing the situation, he could only grit his teeth and silently endure the fate awaiting him.
Meanwhile, the Ōtsutsuki commoners working in the farmland showed great curiosity toward the outsiders. Unlike their leaders, the moon's commoners were no different from those in the Shinobi World.
Some of the bolder ones gathered around, and someone even brought over wine they had brewed at home.
At the sight of the wine, Madara Uchiha's brow twitched. He silently looked at Shingetsu, as if to say, Just try drinking again.
Under Madara's unrelenting stare, Shingetsu quietly turned her back and joined Hashirama