Chapter 199 – My Name: Ōtsutsuki Genshiki
Chapter 199 – My Name: Ōtsutsuki Genshiki
Kitagawa Gen had long since absorbed all of Asura's chakra.
While waiting for the moon to appear, he took the time to adjust his condition, steadying his body and mind.
Although the moon now housed only the old, the weak, and the infirm, he didn't believe they could pose much of a problem if he struck decisively.
"Still… that Tenseigan's power—I've tested it more than enough to know I can't be careless."
Feeling the surging waves of chakra roiling within, he drew in a deep breath and stepped toward a special spot within the valley.
The silver light of the moon spilled across the land. Raising his head, his gaze locked directly on that radiant sphere in the heavens.
In the next instant, his eyes transformed into the Tenseigan.
Like a pair of galaxies, those star-filled pupils resonated with the moon above.
"Then let's begin…"
The moment his ocular power burst forth, the Tenseigan on the lunar surface responded.
A stream of chakra light—visible only to Tenseigan—descended quietly from the moon, landing before him.
"So this… is the gateway?"
Without hesitation, Kitagawa Gen stepped into the silver glow.
Instantly, an irresistible pull seized him, dragging him upward. Space blurred at dizzying speed; everything around him dissolved into streaks of light.
Before long, all scenery vanished—only endless whiteness remained.
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Meanwhile, on the moon—
"Damn it! Someone's activated the lunar passage!"
The three elders had gathered before the colossal Tenseigan.
As its golden brilliance pulsed, distorting the very air with spatial power, they immediately realized what had happened.
"Could it be… that so-called 'man from the heavens' has arrived?"
The Third Elder frowned deeply, glancing at the others.
"But it doesn't seem right. If it were him, the descent should have matched the old records—falling directly from the sky, not like this…"
"I can't say for certain," muttered the First Elder. His eyes narrowed on the glowing Tenseigan. After a pause, he spoke with grave weight:
"Whoever it is, we must be prepared. This one is no ordinary foe."
"Do you have a plan?" the Second Elder asked in a low voice.
"If he proves too dangerous, then perhaps—"
"Coward! Already talking retreat before we even fight?" snapped the Third Elder, cutting him off with fury.
The First Elder sighed. "Enough. Quarreling now gains us nothing. But he's right about one thing—we must prepare carefully."
At this, both others fell silent, waiting for his decision.
"Unleash the puppets. All of them. At the very least, we'll test his strength and wear him down. Meanwhile, we must relocate Toneri. He cannot be left in harm's way."
"I'll handle the battle," the Third Elder declared coldly. "I said before—this enemy is mine. And this time, I'll give you the answer you seek."
"…Very well." The First Elder finally nodded, then turned to the Second.
"Let's move. We must ensure Toneri's safety."
The Second Elder hesitated but obeyed. "Understood."
Only when they had gone some distance did the First Elder murmur quietly:
"I need you with Toneri—not tangled in this war."
The Second Elder froze. "What?"
But the First Elder didn't allow interruption.
"I don't know who has come, nor what fate awaits us. But I must assume the worst. The Third Elder… he is reckless. You, at least, can stay by Toneri's side. He needs time. Our people need a future."
The Second Elder's lips trembled, but no words came.
"Remember," the First Elder continued heavily, "we cannot betray the will of our ancestors. Toneri carries that will. If it comes to the worst, you must take him and flee."
The Second Elder clenched his fists, his heart weighed down with sorrow. But he knew—this was the only choice left.
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At that moment, within the moon's interior—
A shimmer of silver light. Kitagawa Gen's figure emerged quietly.
"…Impressive."
He stood atop a towering peak, white clouds curling around him, oceans surging below.
The sun shone warm and gentle, the landscape idyllic, almost like paradise itself.
"Except… everything here is inverted."
Indeed, the lunar interior was a world reversed, utterly unlike the surface. Artificial though it was, the sight left him awestruck.
"To sustain such a place… how much chakra must it consume? Is this the power of the Tenseigan at work?"
He pondered in silence for a moment, then shook his head.
The time for answers was near.
Now was not the time for idle thoughts—he had already seen countless phantoms rushing toward him.
"Puppets, is it?"
Gen gave a faint nod. He understood immediately, though he couldn't be bothered to care.
He was now clad in a pure white robe, but this time he wore no mask. Even the horns atop his head—he didn't bother to conceal them.
These people all claimed to be Ōtsutsuki, yet all they thought about was destroying the shinobi world.
So Gen thought: Since that's the case, why not greet them with the appearance of a true Ōtsutsuki?
Crushing their spirit—
that was something he enjoyed the most.
As his thoughts stirred, the skies had already filled with countless puppets.
Under the control of the Tenseigan, they hovered in the air, each one retaining a strikingly human form, unnervingly lifelike.
Such craftsmanship…
Even that so-called genius Sasori could never compare!
"State your name, outsider."
At that moment, one puppet bellowed, its chakra flaring violently. Waves of chakra rippled outward—but they could not even graze Kitagawa Gen.
"You may be just a puppet, but your chakra presence—I can sense it."
Gen's response ignored the command entirely. His gaze was calm, his words detached.
"You carry a trace of our bloodline's aura. That means this is the place I seek… Kaguya-hime is here."
"—!!!"
The words struck like a hammer. The Third Elder, who was controlling the puppet, trembled violently.
The mention of "our bloodline"… and "Kaguya-hime"…
Those were not names to be spoken lightly.
"Then you… are you one of Kaguya-hime's descendants?"
Gen turned his head slightly, ignoring the puppets altogether. His eyes looked far away, as though piercing through clouds to glimpse the truth beyond.
At that instant, cold sweat poured down the Third Elder's back. He felt as though something monstrous had locked its gaze upon him.
"I've found you."
Gen's voice was soft, almost mocking, and a smile crept across his lips.
"Pathetic… So this is how far the bloodline has decayed."
"Who… what are you?!"
The elder's voice cracked, caught between rage and fear. Though vast distance separated him from this intruder, terror gnawed at his core.
"Why have you come here? What is your purpose?!"
"Do not panic. Do not tremble."
Gen shook his head gently, sighing with mild disappointment.
"My purpose is not something I can share with you. But if you keep still and behave, perhaps I can spare you unnecessary suffering."
"Your purpose—what is it!"
The elder's voice rose higher, panicked and defiant. His emotions surged, and the giant Tenseigan before him began to shudder, threatening to spiral out of control.
And then he saw it—
The intruder's eyes.
Tenseigan.
Now it made sense. Why their sacred eye had been disturbed. Why its authority had been stolen.
"Damn it… His goal must be the Tenseigan. He won't let it go… And not just that—he'll target the Sealed One as well!"
The realization left him trembling.
All his earlier bravado now dissolved into silence, leaving only fear and the formation of countless puppets in battle stance.
Gen shook his head slowly, raising his hand.
In an instant, orbs of chakra—the Truth-Seeking Balls—floated into existence. Alongside them, the radiant silhouette of the Sword of Totsuka manifested.
"A shame. I had hoped to resolve this quietly."
His voice was calm, but dripping with disdain.
"But you… are no different from the lowborn vermin crawling beneath the earth. Always so self-important, always believing you can stand in my way. In the end, you achieve nothing—only wasting my time."
Chakra roared around him like an endless tide. The morning sky dimmed, suffused with the hues of dusk under its weight.
His Tenseigan, glowing with azure brilliance, locked upon the army of puppets. Gen sneered.
"Tell me… just because you bear a fragment of our bloodline—do you truly believe you are not among the lowborn?"
The sword fell.
The heavens shuddered.
Below, the ocean surged violently. With a single strike, the vast sea split apart into a gaping trench. Water was cleaved aside, unable to close. The seabed cracked open, fractures racing deeper and deeper.
As for the countless puppets in the skies—
In the blink of an eye, they were nothing but ash.
Yet before the last of them faded, Gen's voice pierced through the dying chakra threads, reaching the Third Elder's ears.
"I'm coming for you now, lowborn."
"And remember my name—"
"Ōtsutsuki Genshiki."