Chapter 216: The Correct Way to Use the Tenseigan

In the inner sanctum shrouded in purple light, Hamura Otsutsuki's dim pupils held a glimmer of anticipation.

With these eyes, said to be able to see through everything, he saw the immense, hidden potential within this descendant who appeared not particularly bright.

With just a little bit of tempering, he could soar to the heavens.

"No, no, no, how could I make such a decision that goes against my ancestors!"

Upon hearing this, Gin Uchiha shook his head like a bobblehead, refusing repeatedly with his mouth, yet his body was very honest; he turned to the side and pulled open his empty pants pocket, the pitch-black pocket filled with hints.

"The Sage of Six Paths is my beloved ancestor, brothers... wait... anyway, it just won't do!"

Seeing the old man before him still looking like he didn't get the point, Gin Uchiha's expression turned somewhat displeased.

There are still people wanting a free ride these days? Where would such a good thing come from?

"Ancestor."

The thin man who appeared to have higher emotional intelligence reappeared, whispering into the ear of the bewildered Hamura Otsutsuki.

"Eh? Ah! Oh~ Hmm!"

The aged Hagoromo Otsutsuki, hearing the careful explanation from his descendant, saw his expression shift from confusion to shock, then into realization as he let out a long "hmm," before casting an appreciative gaze toward the highly perceptive thin man beside him.

The deeper meaning was understood by all; the struggle for power does not end with death.

"I understand, but my physical body no longer exists."

Turning his head, the old man spread his hands and spun in a circle on the spot, displaying his body floating in mid-air, and spoke slowly.

"Stop, stop, stop! I don't eat old man rice! What exactly did you tell him?"

The more Gin Uchiha heard, the more wrong it felt. Seeing the old man's "shy" expression, he hurriedly shouted to stop him, while roaring at the thin man who had just whispered.

I thought you were a decent ghost; I didn't expect you to be the most indecent one.

"Huh?"

The thin man was completely bewildered, wondering if he hadn't said anything wrong just now.

"I am all alone now; the relics from my lifetime were all carved up by the surviving Otsutsuki descendants. I truly have nothing worth showing."

Hamura Otsutsuki did not catch the subtext in Gin Uchiha's words and continued to explain to himself.

"Phew~ You scared me. Please don't pause so long when you speak next time."

Gin Uchiha, who had retreated a few steps in vigilance, let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the old man's words; being broke is still being broke.

"Sigh, Great-Granduncle, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this is truly a bit difficult to handle~"

However, since there was no benefit, why should he do such a thankless task? If he went around proclaiming himself an Otsutsuki descendant and attracted some unknown wandering monk from afar, what would he do then?

"If there is something you truly want, it is not impossible."

Hamura Otsutsuki caught the evasive tone in Gin Uchiha's words, frowned, and his white eyes were filled with contemplation.

After a slight pause, he seemed to recall something and spoke slowly.

"Among the surviving Otsutsuki branch family, there is a Tenseigan passed down for a thousand years. If you can agree to my conditions, I will take it upon myself to gift that Tenseigan to you."

Eh... I didn't see that coming. This old man only looks honest on the outside; he is actually incredibly cunning on the inside. With one sentence, he got me to do two things for him.

"Tenseigan, what is that?"

Although he was complaining wildly in his heart, Gin Uchiha still asked the question very cooperatively.

"Since you are interested, then let me show you."

Seeing that he had successfully piqued Gin Uchiha's interest, Hamura Otsutsuki did not hesitate, waving his hand to scatter a purple light that enveloped the entire space.

On the battlefield of the moon a thousand years ago, two groups of people stood in a menacing standoff, each with a banner behind them representing their respective camps.

And Gin Uchiha stood on the battlefield at this moment, shocked beyond measure by the realism of the scene.

Damn, a real 3D blockbuster!

"This is the struggle between the main family and the branch family of the Otsutsuki clan from the past."

Hamura Otsutsuki drifted over from behind, stood beside Gin Uchiha, and began to explain.

"This side is the main family. They follow my destiny, guarding the secrets of the moon for generations, and constantly watching the earth, observing whether people are coexisting in peace."

Pointing to the group on the left, the old man's eyes were filled with regret; these descendants were such obedient children, and they were gone just like that.

"This side... they are all unfilial children!"

Hamura Otsutsuki turned his gaze to the other side, his dim eyes erupting with uncontrollable rage, his withered gums grinding with a creaking sound as he spoke in a harsh tone.

"Never mind that, keep watching."

On the battlefield, the main family on the left, under the command of a long-haired man, charged menacingly toward their enemies who were once their brothers.

"Hey, hey, hey, is that guy who looks so badass you?"

Gin Uchiha, who was enjoying the movie, looked in surprise at the long-haired man waving his arms in command at the front of the main family, turned his head, nudged the low-EQ long-haired man standing by, and asked quietly.

"Hmph hmph (。-`ω-)!"

The long-haired man, who had been serious, felt a hint of proud laughter rise on his stinky face upon hearing Gin Uchiha's words, and he puffed out his chest and hummed twice.

This kid isn't so annoying after all~

"A hero shouldn't dwell on past glories, at that time I..."

"Alright, then I won't ask~"

Hearing this, Gin Uchiha didn't linger at all and turned his head back to continue watching the blockbuster; he was just a bit-part player with one line, yet he was already acting all high and mighty.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The long-haired man was so angry that red light flashed in his eye sockets, his fists clenched until they creaked; he had no other thoughts in his heart, only wanting to teach this punchable kid a lesson.

"Tenseigan, activate!"

The leader standing on the side of the unfilial children waved his hand and ordered the clansmen behind him.

Only then did Gin Uchiha notice that in the group of the Otsutsuki branch family, there stood a movable high tower, and at the top of the tower was a giant eyeball made of stone.

The plain stone ball, under the control of the branch family, erupted with an intense purple light.

A profound aura mixed with earth-shattering power shot out from the stone ball.

Wherever the purple light went, corpses littered the field, and the long-haired man suffered the most, letting out pathetic wails on the ground.

The confident Otsutsuki main family was instantly "nuked" by the dimensional strike of the Tenseigan in just one encounter.

"This is the Tenseigan, what do you think?"

Hamura Otsutsuki looked at the somewhat dumbfounded Gin Uchiha with satisfaction, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

This was a great weapon of mass destruction created by his own bloodline; even the Tailed Beasts his older brother was so proud of were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs in front of this Tenseigan.

"Eh, I can only describe it in two words."

"Speak your mind."

Gin Uchiha nodded solemnly, his blue-white eyes staring straight at the old man before him as he gave his evaluation.

"Giant with clay feet."

Recalling the Tenseigan in the movie that could only move slowly after being dragged by dozens of people, Gin Uchiha gave a very objective evaluation.

"But it has great power!"

Hamura Otsutsuki said anxiously; why did this descendant seem so uninterested? Wasn't such a treasure something everyone loved?

"You can't expect me to carry this thing everywhere I go, that's too much effort!"

Although Gin Uchiha said this, his wild imagination began to stir with some thoughts.

This eyeball isn't too big; embedding it on top of a Susanoo doesn't seem out of place.

Thinking about it, a wooden construct wouldn't be impossible either, right!

(End of chapter)