The great battle on the moon had ended.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the square in front of the palace.
The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.
Makoto stood in the center of the square, surveyed the area, and after confirming there were no stragglers, nodded to Hanabi.
Hanabi took a storage scroll from her waist and sealed Toneri's body inside.
With a 'poof', white smoke rose, and the corpse vanished into the scroll.
Hanabi carefully rolled up the scroll again, tucked it securely into her pouch, then sidled up to Makoto and asked, looking up:
"Makoto-nii, what exactly are you planning to do with this guy when we get back?"
Makoto glanced at her and said casually:
"If you and Hinata transplant his cells, it should be possible to evolve your Byakugan."
Upon hearing this, Hanabi's eyes lit up instantly.
Not just Hanabi, but the other girls around also became interested.
Utaha, now an owner of the Mangekyo Sharingan, leaned in curiously and asked:
"So it's equivalent to the Sharingan evolving into the Mangekyo Sharingan?"
Makoto shook his head.
"Even more powerful than that."
The girls' gazes all fell on Hinata and Hanabi.
But before the sisters could get excited, Makoto suddenly changed his tune and added: "However, it might also cause his face to grow out of your chests."
Hanabi, who had just been about to smile, went pale. Hinata instinctively covered her already E-cup breasts.
"Then I don't want it."
Hanabi grimaced, shuddering with revulsion.
Hinata felt much the same, shaking her head with 'No, no, no'.
Makoto didn't force them. He held up the stack of scrolls he had looted from the palace's archives.
"Getting these is already enough. Let's go back."
On these confidential scrolls, Makoto had seen many interesting things.
Besides Taijutsu like the Eighty Gods Vacuum Fist, passed down through the Otsutsuki Clan, there were also numerous never-before-heard Ninjutsu.
For example, one Ninjutsu called [Kama]… it allowed Otsutsuki Clan's members to revive by inhabiting another person's body.
This principle seemed quite similar to how Black Zetsu took over Six Paths Madara's body to achieve Kaguya's resurrection.
Makoto put that scroll aside separately.
He'd take it back. It might come in handy someday.
Then, Makoto prepared to lead the women back through the spatial passage they had arrived from, returning to Earth.
However, just as they were about to step into the passage.
"Was such a massacre necessary... descendants of my brother."
An aged voice came from behind.
The voice was not loud, carrying with it a sense of vicissitude and weariness that spanned millennia.
Everyone turned to look.
What came into view was an old man sitting cross-legged in mid-air.
His hair and skin both showed a morbid, mottled white, just like the Otsutsuki they had been fighting moments ago.
The old man's attire was also pure white. He sat cross-legged in the void, with nothing supporting him underneath.
Seeing this old man appear out of nowhere, Saeko, Hiyori, and others instinctively gripped their sword hilts.
Makoto raised his hand to stop them.
The old man spoke again unhurriedly:
"No need for such vigilance. I am the one who established this place. My name is... Hamura."
The old man's words were archaic as if he had traveled through time.
The entire scene was silent for two seconds.
"What is this geezer mumbling about?"
Ryo, being academically challenged, couldn't help but complain.
Nijika quickly tugged her best friend's sleeve and whispered:
"Ryo, don't be rude, that's really impolite... huh?"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Not just her.
The other girls also reacted.
'Hamura? Could it be... Otsutsuki Hamura?'
'Wasn't this the younger brother of the Sage of Six Paths, known as the [Founder of Ninshu], whom Makoto had told us about on the way?'
'And also the ancestor of the Hyuga Clan and the Otsutsuki we had just killed?!'
Kudo Yukiko's eyes widened, her mouth forming an 'O', her face full of shock:
"Is that real? If he really is that Otsutsuki Hamura... how old is he?"
Makoto, standing at the front, explained plainly:
"His body has died, but his Chakra remains in the world, allowing for this kind of manifestation."
In the original work, Minato and Kushina used precisely this method to leave the last vestiges of their Chakra within Naruto's mental world.
When certain conditions were met, it could be released, allowing them to meet their son.
Minato even gave this last bit of Chakra to his son to replenish his Chakra Reserves and help him defeat Pain.
And at the end of the Fourth Great Ninja War, Otsutsuki Hagoromo also used this method to power up Naruto and Sasuke.
Hearing Makoto's explanation, the women suddenly understood.
But following that was an indescribable awkwardness.
After all, this was essentially slaughtering someone's descendants right in front of their ancestor.
Alice and Erina, who had fought quite fiercely moments ago, guiltily stepped back half a step, hiding behind Makoto.
Makoto saw their embarrassment and spoke again to remind them:
"No need to feel guilty. They weren't good people anyway."
Then, turning to Hamura, Makoto said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:
"Are you showing up now to morally condemn us? For the past few thousand years, you must have been watching these two factions of your descendants scheme against each other, right? You must also know that neither side is any good."
Hamura fell silent. His pure white pupils revealed no emotion.
After a moment, he couldn't help but remark:
"...Truly a sharp-tongued young man."
There was no anger or blame in his voice, only a faint helplessness.
As if, after living too long and seeing too much, he had lost all enthusiasm, left with only weariness.
Makoto couldn't be bothered with that. Placing his hands on the heads of Hinata and Hanabi, he pushed the two sisters half a step forward.
"Speaking of which, since you're the ancestor of these two girls, you must have a way to power them up, right?"
In the original work, his older brother Hagoromo could power up Naruto and Sasuke. There was no reason Hamura couldn't do the same, right?
"Power them up?"
Hamura tilted his head slightly, confusion appearing for the first time in his calm white eyes.
Clearly, he didn't understand Makoto's trendy phrasing.
Makoto clicked his tongue and explained patiently:
"It means upgrading both of their eyes into Tenseigan."
Hamura was taken aback.
He hadn't expected that, several thousand years after leaving the planet his brother guarded, someone would still know of the existence of the 'Tenseigan'.
Moreover, this young man was not of the Hyuga Clan, and clearly didn't have Otsutsuki blood in him, yet he was so knowledgeable about all this.
Hamura fell silent for another moment, then spoke again:
"Young man... those eyes of yours, did you take them from my brother's descendants?"
His gaze fell upon Makoto's Eternal Mangekyo.
Then he looked at Utaha's eyes.
Hamura could see that these two people were not direct descendants of his brother, the Sage of Six Paths. In other words, they were not of the Uchiha Clan.
Thus, there was only one possibility for them having these eyes… they were stolen.
After all, judging by this group's aggressive, plundering stance, it didn't seem like they had acquired them through peaceful means.
Therefore, Hamura's first impression of this group wasn't good.