Chapter 300 – Ōtsutsuki: Every Kin Belongs to Me!
"Pathetic…"
Hearing Obito's furious roar, Gen couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
That man had no idea what was really happening to him.
And in a way… Gen couldn't deny his own guilt in it.
After all—
this so-called 'evolution' Obito spoke of… was something he had made up on the spot.
Who could've guessed that because of their unique biology, these three would take his casual nonsense and worship it like sacred scripture?
Gen rubbed the bridge of his nose in mild exasperation.
"The 'Karma' resonance isn't bad," he muttered, glancing at them one by one.
"Especially Nagato and Kimimaro. But Obito… your progress is crawling."
Obito's entire fighting style depended on Kamui, after all.
Sometimes Gen wondered if Kamui itself was Obito's true existence.
But relying on Kamui had consequences.
His "Karma unsealing rate" was abysmally slow.
At this pace, even Isshiki would be stomping his feet in irritation.
"Not that it matters," Gen thought with a shrug.
But that lazy indifference only poured gasoline on the fury in the others' hearts.
"He's mocking us…"
Their expressions twisted with anger.
Yes, Gen was powerful—unquestionably.
But the contempt in his eyes, the effortless confidence—
that was something they couldn't stand.
"He thinks he's better than us?"
"We're all 'evolvers'! What gives him the right to look down on us!?"
Obito's voice cut through the rising tension like a blade.
"Gen!" he roared.
"You may have reached evolution first, but that doesn't make you superior! You have no right to talk down to us!"
Gen tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Oh?"
He chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"I'm afraid the game ends here, gentlemen. I've got more important things to do… but before I go—"
He raised his hand slightly.
The air itself screamed.
WHOOOM—
The three before him had already entered Karma Stage One, their chakra spiraling into a violent storm.
They were no longer ordinary shinobi.
Which meant—it was time for Gen to stop holding back.
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"Damn it!"
Obito barely finished his curse before Gen's figure vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he was already standing right in front of them.
Nagato's expression hardened—his hands flew up in reflex.
"Shinra Tensei!"
A massive surge of repulsive force burst outward.
The ground beneath Nagato's feet cratered under the sheer pressure.
In his Karma state, the attack was far stronger than before—
almost rivaling his "Super Shinra Tensei" from the past.
Almost.
Gen didn't even move.
The wind howled violently around him, shredding his cloak and whipping his hair,
but his feet never shifted.
He stepped forward.
The black blade in his hand gleamed—aimed straight at Nagato's heart.
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ROAR—!
Two monstrous beasts—a three-headed hound and a bull—charged from behind Nagato, their massive bodies blotting out the light.
They crashed toward Gen like living avalanches.
He sighed.
"Did you already forget what happened last time you tried that trick?"
A faint ripple of chakra spread from his feet.
In an instant, both beasts vanished—
reappearing high above, hundreds of meters in the air—
and came crashing down.
Right on top of each other.
BOOM—!
The shockwave tore through the battlefield, shaking the earth apart and filling the air with choking black smoke.
"Now!"
Nagato shouted.
At that exact moment, Obito and Kimimaro appeared behind Gen, moving in perfect sync.
Obito's blue skeletal Susanoo erupted into being, its armor hardening, veins of chakra glowing bright.
In the same heartbeat, a massive blade cleaved through the air, space itself twisting with its passage.
"Die!"
Kimimaro followed in from the side, his entire body bristling with bone spikes.
His spine had extended into a long, spear-like weapon—
a gleaming lance aimed straight for Gen's heart.
It was fast.
Precise.
Coordinated.
Anyone else—any ordinary shinobi, even most Ōtsutsuki—would have been overwhelmed.
But Gen was not anyone else.
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"Not bad," he murmured.
"But…"
SWISH—!
A sharp hum split the air.
Gen twisted midair, his movements fluid and impossible to track.
His black short blade met Obito's strike with a deafening clash—
and then shattered Obito's blade into dust.
The hundred-meter Susanoo sword cracked, splintered—then disintegrated completely.
The pressure sent Obito and his Susanoo hurtling backward, smashing into the ground like meteors.
Gen didn't even glance at him.
"Do you three even know what 'evolution' truly means?"
Another Gen flickered into existence in front of Kimimaro.
His blade sliced once—cleanly.
Kimimaro's bone spear snapped like chalk, and his body was flung aside before he could even react.
"You think changing shape makes you 'evolved'?"
A third Gen appeared before Nagato.
The black blade pierced through the waves of repulsive force surrounding him—
and drove straight into his chest.
BOOM—!
The backlash was instant.
The crushing repulsion turned on its master, detonating in a violent burst.
Nagato was launched like a cannonball, vanishing into the flames.
Gen straightened, his expression calm, almost bored.
"Evolution…" he murmured, the words low and disdainful.
"You don't even understand the word."
The explosion split the heavens.
The ground shattered inch by inch, sending shockwaves through the land.
Tides of raging chakra surged like tsunamis, rewriting the very shape of the earth itself.
Gen didn't pause.
Even though Obito, Nagato, and Kimimaro had been blasted in three different directions, his pursuit was immediate and merciless.
"Evolution," his voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield,
"is the transformation achieved through your own power."
"But tell me—are you truly evolving?"
He stepped forward, each word striking like thunder.
"Have you ever stopped to think whether this strength you wield… even belongs to you?"
"Or have you already sunk so low that you'll reach for any power, no matter where it comes from?"
His words rolled through the air, carried by the roar of collapsing mountains and searing flame.
Nagato, Obito, and Kimimaro were tossed around like rag dolls, battered by his relentless onslaught.
They wanted to shout back, to deny his accusations,
but they couldn't even catch their breath.
Gen's fists were too heavy—his blade, too sharp.
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"What… what kind of battle even is this?"
Far away, the shinobi alliance could only watch, stunned into silence.
Their faces were pale, their eyes wide.
The battlefield no longer looked like the world they knew—it was a cataclysm, a storm of chakra that reached the heavens.
They couldn't interfere.
They couldn't even move.
All they could do was stay far enough away not to be erased by accident.
"What the hell does he even mean by that?" Jiraiya muttered, his throat dry.
He could still stand—barely—but his eyes were filled with confusion.
He'd heard the words.
He understood their tone.
But not the meaning.
"Is he saying… Nagato and the others gained their power from something else?"
"You're asking me?" Tsunade shot him a look, her hands pressed against her hips.
"Who am I supposed to ask?"
Even she couldn't shake Gen's words from her head.
"'Evolution through one's own strength,' huh…"
She frowned, mind spinning.
"Did he discover something new?"
But then another, quieter question crept into her thoughts.
"If evolution is a metamorphosis… what happens when it reaches its end?"
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"That boy… he's sharper than I expected."
Far away—within the spiritual link that connected the sealed consciousness of the Ōtsutsuki—three presences stirred.
The mighty Isshiki, the cold Urashiki, and the violent Momoshiki watched the battle unfold through their vessels' eyes.
Gen's strength had far exceeded what any of them anticipated.
Even with their containers—Obito, Nagato, and Kimimaro—having already unlocked the first stage of Karma,
they were still being beaten senseless.
The shame of it made their divine blood boil.
"Pathetic. Absolutely disgraceful," Isshiki muttered coldly.
Urashiki, however, smirked faintly.
"Not entirely a bad thing," he said.
"Gen's attacks are accelerating the Karma synchronization. The unsealing rate is far faster than projected."
Isshiki snorted.
"Faster, yes—but that idiot's preaching might make the vessels suspicious!"
He clenched his jaw.
"Obito's unstable enough already. Once he starts thinking, he's a nightmare to control."
He shuddered slightly at the thought.
"If he retreats into that Kamui dimension again, it'll take me centuries to reclaim him."
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"Tch. The shinobi world's already cursed with that lunatic Genshiki, and now there's Momoshiki—another madman. Not to mention Urashiki…"
Isshiki's tone dripped with contempt.
The truth was, the Ōtsutsuki hierarchy had fractured.
Their "cooperation" was little more than temporary convenience; in truth, they all wanted to devour each other.
If his own recovery slowed even slightly, the others would descend like vultures.
"Whatever," Momoshiki interjected with a low laugh.
"My host is nearing Karma Stage Two anyway. Let Gen keep pounding him—it'll only make the evolution cleaner."
He grinned, eyes gleaming.
"Once Stage Two is complete, these mortals won't even exist in the same dimension as us."
"My vessel's almost there too," Urashiki added.
"Kimimaro's body is magnificent—resilient, adaptive, and he already has the Byakugan. Once the thaw is complete, he'll be perfect."
They both turned toward Isshiki.
"And you?"
Isshiki went silent for a long moment.
He didn't want to answer.
But finally, he ground out through clenched teeth—
"Almost there as well. The second stage is within reach. But that damn Gen… his words are dangerous. If he keeps spouting nonsense, he'll complicate everything."
Momoshiki chuckled.
"Why are you changing the subject, Isshiki?"
"Could it be… your vessel isn't doing so well?"
Urashiki's grin widened, his voice dripping mockery.
"Because from where I'm standing, you're the only one still lagging behind."
"Bastards…"
Isshiki's expression darkened.
Their gazes were like blades—hungry, gleaming, full of malice.
They weren't looking at him as an ally.
They were looking at him like prey.
His skin crawled.
His chest tightened.
He'd looked at them the same way, once—but now he understood how that felt.
No one wanted to be devoured.
No one wanted to become someone else's stairway to godhood.
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"Don't forget," Isshiki hissed, "Gen may very well be a manifestation of this planet's will. And he might even be Genshiki's true target. If we're not careful, we'll all end up annihilated."
Momoshiki's grin turned feral.
"You said it yourself—he's Genshiki's target."
"So why not claim him first?"
Urashiki nodded in approval, his tone chilling.
"If Gen truly is a piece of Genshiki's 'Godhood Path,' we can't afford to let him remain intact."
"Exactly."
Momoshiki's voice was calm, decisive, almost regal.
"Even Genshiki himself… will be our prey."
Isshiki hesitated—then slowly smiled.
"Hmph. Fine."
Three pairs of eyes glowed in unison, gleaming like stars across the void.
Even as chaos raged outside—mountains collapsing, chakra storms swallowing the horizon—
within this strange Ōtsutsuki mindscape, a terrible unity had begun to form.
A unity born not from loyalty, but from greed.
And as their shared thought echoed through the void, it sounded almost like a prayer:
"Gen is mine."
"Genshiki is mine."
"And you—my dear kin…"
"You, too, belong to me."
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