The hall was terrifyingly quiet.
After the young man from the Branch Family shouted, "The power our ancestor left behind-you of the Main Family have it, and we want it too," everyone stared at Ōtsutsuki Jing.
Jing stood before Hamura's statue, his expression dark.
Several seconds passed before he spoke.
"You want a share of the power?"
"Yes!" The old man from the Branch Family stiffened his neck. "The things Lord Hamura left behind can't belong to your Main Family alone!"
Jing took a deep breath.
"Fine."
He took a scroll out of his robes.
It was black, covered in intricate seal patterns.
"This is the power you want," Jing said. "The Tenseigan's ocular power, left behind by Lord Hamura."
His words hit like a bomb, setting the hall abuzz.
"The Tenseigan?!" Hyūga Tenshu was the first to cry out, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "What's that?"
No one answered him.
Everyone stared at the scroll.
Jing placed the scroll on the floor and formed hand seals.
Chakra surged out, and the seal patterns on the scroll lit up layer by layer before unraveling.
There was a soft pop.
The scroll unfurled, revealing what was inside.
Two small glass bottles.
Each bottle held a white eyeball.
The eyeballs were alive, still trembling faintly and giving off a pale, gentle white glow.
An indescribable sense of pressure radiated from the bottles.
"Before Lord Hamura departed, he separated and sealed away his Tenseigan's ocular power." Jing's voice was calm, but every word struck at their hearts. "There are two portions in total. The Main Family and Branch Family will each hold one."
He looked at the old man from the Branch Family.
"Are you satisfied now?"
The Branch Family elder stared fixedly at the two bottles, his breathing growing