"If he hadn't pulled this stunt, how would we know who was loyal and who wasn't? This was practically a free loyalty test."
"Now the trash has sorted itself out and been disposed of. The Ōtsutsuki still in the village are a much simpler bunch."
"That's what they call sifting gold from sand. What's left is the real gold."
Kyuji froze, then thought it over carefully. That actually seemed to make sense.
They had completed an internal purge without losing a single soldier. This hadn't really been a loss.
"Lord Gekkō Raito, how should we handle the remaining Ōtsutsuki? Should we isolate them for screening?"
Gekkō Raito shook his head.
"No need. Everything stays as it was. In fact, we'll give them important positions! Organize a Special Operations Team made up of Ōtsutsuki, specifically to track down Momoshiki!"
Kyuji grew anxious. "My lord, what if there are still spies Momoshiki left behind among them?"
A meaningful smile curled Gekkō Raito's lips.
"That's exactly why we're sending them after him!"
"As long as there are spies on the team, we'll actually be able to learn Momoshiki's whereabouts immediately."
"That's called turning their scheme against them and luring them into our trap!"
Even setting all that aside, the Ōtsutsuki Clan's Byakugan was practically a natural radar. It never missed when used to find someone.
This could just about count as a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Still, in Gekkō Raito's view, there probably weren't any undercover spies left hiding at this point. After all, they had legs of their own, and anyone who wanted to run would have vanished long ago.
Anyone still stubbornly refusing to leave now had to be a die-hard supporter, utterly determined to stay.
Of course, Momoshiki Otsutsuki was so arrogant that he didn't consider those who had stayed behind