Debate

"Ugh…" Hizashi Hyuga woke up clutching his head.

After recalling the strange memories in his mind, Hizashi Hyuga’s face darkened. He muttered, "What the hell was all that? Was I dreaming? Who the hell is Hyuga Yota?"

Although his thoughts had been almost completely suppressed by Yota’s during the fusion using the Munch-Munch Fruit’s power, he had at least retained his memories.

And those memories undoubtedly made Hizashi Hyuga question his entire life.

However, Hizashi Hyuga quickly adjusted himself mentally. Combined Transformation Techniques were rare in the ninja world, but not unheard of. The most famous example was a ninja transforming together with their own Summoning Beast, and the Inuzuka Clan excelled most at this.

This was merely two humans transforming together, and the degree of fusion far exceeded that of an ordinary Transformation Technique. Hizashi Hyuga could still explain it within the framework of ninja arts.

Although… it did not feel anything like a Combined Transformation Technique. Even now, he could recall Hyuga Yota’s vast, terrifying power, as well as the unbelievable ocular power of the Rinne Byakugan. Those were things no Combined Transformation Technique could achieve.

Coming back to his senses, Hizashi Hyuga carefully looked around, only to discover that he was no longer on the desolate lunar surface. He stood in a lush field filled with birdsong and flowers, while a sun radiating golden light hung in the sky.

Yet from that golden sun, Hizashi Hyuga sensed a familiar, terrifying ocular power.

"That seems to be the ocular power I sensed earlier while we were transformed together! That’s the power of the Giant Tenseigan!"

At that thought, Hizashi Hyuga began to tremble. It felt like an ordinary person standing beside an unfired nuclear warhead. Even knowing the chance of it exploding was less than one in a trillion, one would still feel deeply unsettled.

Then, Hizashi Hyuga no longer had time to feel unsettled. A massive black hole appeared in the sky and slowly swallowed the sun. Hizashi Hyuga stared with his Byakugan wide open, his mouth agape as he nearly fainted.

A moment later, the black hole vanished from the sky, revealing Yota floating in the air. His entire body was shrouded in faint blue-violet Chakra, and a terrifying Chakra aura poured from him. Even those who were not sensory ninja felt as though they were facing a hurricane.

"Damn it! The Giant Tenseigan was actually devoured! The hope of our clan!"

Hearing the sobbing cry beside him, Hizashi Hyuga turned his head and finally saw that middle-aged member of the Ōtsutsuki clan.

"Heh, hope?" Yota sneered from the sky. "This is the first time I’ve heard a weapon meant to destroy the world being called a clan’s hope."

"What do you know!? The world created by the Sage of Six Paths is fundamentally a failure! Other than war and slaughter, there is not a single redeeming feature in this world!"

Yota was nearly angered into laughter by that Ōtsutsuki. "I admit that you’re right. The ninja world is a complete dump… but no matter what, it’s still far better than you people, isn’t it?"

"Over nothing more than differing attitudes toward the ninja world, your Branch Family and Main Family slaughtered each other until your clan nearly went extinct. Yet you accuse the ninja world of being too bloody and barbaric… What, you can’t see the filth on yourself, but keep calling everyone else monsters?"

Honestly, Yota felt that if one had to pick the craziest clan in the Naruto World, the Uchiha clan would only rank second. First place undoubtedly belonged to the lunar Ōtsutsuki clan!

Over matters on some distant ninja world planet that had nothing to do with them, the lunar Ōtsutsuki clan had actually driven itself to extinction. It was basically like a group of keyboard warriors finding discussions of the Iraq War online insufficiently exciting, then starting a real war and fighting until only one of them remained!

No one without a decade-long brain clot could do something like that!

Hearing this, Hizashi Hyuga also looked at that Ōtsutsuki with an odd expression.

The Hyuga clan had always adhered to the policy of sweeping the snow from their own doorstep and ignoring the frost on others’ roofs. He truly could not understand how these distant relatives of his possessed such a "sense of crisis."

Because wars in the ninja world never ceased, the two sides with conflicting views had slaughtered each other to the last?

"You… I… This, this was the sacred mission our ancestors left us…"

"Oh, give it a rest!" Yota shook his head. Black vapor surged from his hand, spitting out a spirit body—this was the Chakra spirit body of Hamura Ōtsutsuki that Yota had discovered while absorbing the Giant Tenseigan.

"Ancestor!" The middle-aged member of the Ōtsutsuki clan was instantly dumbfounded… Though he had no eyes, the surprise and excitement on his face were plain for everyone to see.

"That’s right, this Chakra feeling… it truly is Ancestor! So Ancestor has always been inside the Giant Tenseigan? Your descendant, Ōtsutsuki Muruto, pays respects to Ancestor Hamura!"

The elderly man formed from the spirit body glanced at Ōtsutsuki Muruto and spoke in a somewhat dry voice. "My descendant? Was what that boy said true? Are only you two left among my lunar descendants?"

The excitement on Ōtsutsuki Muruto’s face stiffened slightly. It seemed he had only just realized what had happened, and a shameful expression appeared on his face. "Y-Yes, I’m sorry, Ancestor. Everyone had… somewhat different interpretations of your will…"

Hamura Ōtsutsuki had been a shrewd man who had lived for over a century in life. How could he fail to see the situation? In the end, he could only let out a long sigh. "It was my fault… I should not have left behind such ambiguous words… In truth, I merely wanted to leave behind a means of resistance should Mother ever break free of her seal. I never expected the children of later generations to misunderstand."

Ōtsutsuki Muruto trembled as if struck by a bolt from the blue. Although Hamura Ōtsutsuki’s words were tactful, they unquestionably told him that he and the others had misunderstood their ancestor’s intentions.

"Then… then all those sacrifices, and all these wars… were they all wrong?"

In an instant, Ōtsutsuki Muruto seemed to have aged more than a decade. If not for the Ōtsutsuki clan’s naturally white hair, Yota believed this man would have demonstrated what it meant to go gray overnight.

Toneri Ōtsutsuki, who had been standing beside him, did not feel much about it. After all, he was young and had not personally experienced that war. He was merely worried by his father’s current state.

Seeing the haggard state of his descendant, Hamura Ōtsutsuki could only sigh helplessly. Although he knew it would be difficult for his descendant to accept such a thing, he could not possibly allow Ōtsutsuki Muruto to continue down the wrong path.