CHAPTER 261: CHAPTER 261 : ŌTSUTSUKI’S AMBITION

"This man is indeed a threat," muttered Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, exhaling slowly.

No—perhaps he should now be referred to by his Earth-given identity.

Not Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, but Jigen.

Yet, the essence of an Ōtsutsuki does not change.

Isshiki’s mind drifted back to the moment he and Kaguya first descended upon Earth thousands of years ago.

To them, humanity was nothing but ants beneath their feet. And who mourns ants?

Trample them. Be done with them. No remorse. No empathy.

The planet was a fertile ground—ideal for nurturing a Divine Tree.

But then, betrayal struck. Kaguya, his partner in mission, turned traitor.

Originally, Kaguya’s duty was to act as the sacrifice to the Divine Tree, ensuring a God Tree fruit of immense power.

Instead, she defied the clan’s directive.

Not only did she refuse the sacrifice—she attacked Isshiki.

The ambush was nearly fatal.

Even now, Isshiki could recall the blinding pain and betrayal. That treacherous woman had become the bane of his eternal life.

What Isshiki hadn’t anticipated was that Kaguya would survive and thrive on Earth.

Blessed by this world’s will, she bore two sons.

Though they ultimately sealed her, the damage was done.

Her lineage spread Ōtsutsuki chakra throughout the world.

Hagoromo, the so-called Sage of Six Paths, introduced chakra to humanity.

Thus began the ninja age.

And in the span of millennia, these ants had evolved.

From primitive chakra users to structured shinobi.

They built clans, forged Kekkei Genkai, and even birthed monsters like the Jinchūriki.

Yet in the eyes of the Ōtsutsuki, what difference did it make?

From ants to cockroaches. Still beneath them.

All but one.

Kurama.

Isshiki felt an unnatural aura from him. He was no ordinary human.

Or rather, the human scent was veiled beneath something bestial. Like the Biju.

The Shell Organization had observed the battle Kurama waged over a month ago, when the skies themselves split open and power rivaling gods was laid bare for all to see.

That—that was a true battle.

"Jigen, the androids are nearly complete," came Amado’s voice. "Each one has been equipped with power cores rivaling your own."

"Heh. You’ve outdone yourself, Amado," Isshiki replied, reclining.

"Still... they’re dangerous. What if they rebel?"

"Tch, absurd. The Ōtsutsuki are the highest beings in existence. You think a few mechanical toys can oppose us?"

Amado said nothing, merely adjusting his glasses.

He, too, had seen Kurama’s battle.

He, a scientist who had crafted demigods from metal and chakra, was shaken.

That someone could rival the Ōtsutsuki with raw power alone was... terrifying.

This world was filled with secrets.

But Jigen was not just waiting for his cyborgs. No.

He was waiting for something—someone.

The head of the Ōtsutsuki clan would soon arrive.

He could feel it in his bones.

Why?

Because Kaguya’s betrayal would not go unanswered forever.

Time on Earth flowed differently from the Ōtsutsuki homeworld.

While Isshiki had endured millennia here, only months would have passed for the clan.

And soon, justice—or vengeance—would arrive.

The Earth was but one fertile node in the cosmos. There were countless others.

But Kaguya had disrupted the cycle.

The Divine Tree had bloomed once.

Isshiki could still sense her chakra lingering.

She had escaped the seal.

Likely retreated to a pocket dimension of her own creation.

Isshiki would not rush. He had learned the price of recklessness.

He would wait.

Wait for the clan to descend, and crush the traitor with overwhelming force.

Patience was key.

The time would come.

The chakra of the Earth—humans, tailed beasts, all of it—would converge into a single fruit.

The Divine Tree would rise again.

Kaguya would fulfill her role. Willingly or not.

Elsewhere, in the Land of Lightning—the Hidden Cloud Village.

Kurama had already informed the Third Raikage of Isshiki’s presence.

Strangely, he advised them not to act.

"Continue as usual," Kurama had said.

If it had been anyone else, A, the son of the Raikage, would have been incensed.

But Kurama’s word was law.

Still, anxiety lingered.

To alleviate it, Kurama had begun sharing scientific knowledge.

Cloud Village was developing chakra-based artillery.

The Chakra Cannon they were building could obliterate a satellite with a single blast.

In the frozen abyss of another dimension—

A sliver of darkness crept through the space.

Black Zetsu emerged.

"Mother, he’s here."

"Oh? Kurama?" Kaguya asked, a rare smile blooming on her face.

The chamber door opened with a thud.

Kurama appeared, regal and quiet.

"Kurama-sama, have you noticed something?"

"The heavens are uneasy. The Ōtsutsuki are coming. Soon."

Kaguya grew solemn.

It was expected.

She had disobeyed an eternal command.

Punishment was inevitable.

"Why haven’t you struck Isshiki yet?" she asked.

Kurama stared at her.

"He’s waiting."

"Waiting? For what?"

"An opportunity. He knows reinforcements are coming. When the others arrive and join forces, do you really think you stand a chance, niece?"

The word cut deep.

Yes, Kurama was older.

Older than any of them.

Even Kaguya.

She said nothing.

Isshiki had lived among humans for centuries. He had planned, schemed.

No one could predict what he had up his sleeve now.

Had this been centuries ago, she might have given up.

But now?

She had an ally.

An ancient monster in human skin.

Kurama.

And for once in her life, she had a sliver of hope.

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