"So thirty-six years from now, how do you plan to face those three Ōtsutsuki?"
Little Kaguya stared coldly at Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo: "According to my method, there would already be 5 to 10 fruits by now!"
Indeed.
This wondrous planet of the shinobi world could let the God Tree bear a fruit in under a hundred years.
Then over this thousand years, 5 fruits would certainly have been possible.
Only, if one really did that, the entire shinobi world would turn into the 'Land of Wind.'
As for 10 fruits—
That would depend on whether this planet could hold out.
But Ōtsutsuki Kaguya did not care.
If she could truly eat more than 5 fruits, what was the sacrifice of a single planet?
At worst, she would just leave.
"As for that—"
Facing his mother's questioning, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo looked toward Imu, who had remained silent.
Imu raised his brows, naturally understanding his meaning, and then said coolly: "Since the shinobi world is already under the World Government's rule, and Hagoromo has submitted to me, I certainly will not allow other forces to lay hands on it."
"Kaguya, you no longer need to face the threat of Ōtsutsuki civilization alone. The World Government will help you."
Hearing this, little Kaguya asked, "Do you truly understand how strong the Ōtsutsuki clan is?"
One must know her main body had only ever eaten a single fruit borne by the God Tree.
Whereas the Ōtsutsuki upper echelons, even while staying at home, had their lower clansmen deliver fruit after fruit right to them.
And the high-ups only needed to condense whatever leftover, indigestible chakra into one 'Ten Tails' after another, or into one 'elixir' after another, to distribute to them, and keep sending them out to find suitable planets for planting.
Although each fruit took a thousand years as a unit of time, and suitable planets were also extremely hard to find—
After so many years, the number of fruits those high-ups had eaten certainly wouldn't be small.
"Then do you understand how strong the World Government and I are?" Imu countered with a smile.
Of course he understood that, without Truth making a move, he and the World Government as they were now would very likely be no match for the entire Ōtsutsuki civilization.
But the first trio of Ōtsutsuki still wouldn't arrive for 36 years.
And 36 years from now, what level would the World Government have grown to?
By then, who knows how many Warrior Gods at Garp's current level there will be!
And what level of strength would he have reached?
In short, the development time left to the World Government was ample; he felt there was nothing to worry about.
"Hmph, then I truly want to see just how formidable this World Government of yours is!"
Little Kaguya turned her small face away and fell silent.
In truth, deep down she very much hoped the World Government would indeed be strong enough to contend with Ōtsutsuki civilization.
That way she would no longer have to be constantly on edge, worrying day after day.
To be honest, she actually didn't like fighting, and preferred a peaceful life.
Back then she stabbed Isshiki in the back only because she didn't want to be fed to the Ten Tails.
Even though she could revive through a 'Kama'—
It was not without risk; on the contrary, the risk was actually not small.
If the vessel branded with a 'Kama'—both body and soul—could not bear the ever-stronger chakra as the 'data thawing' progressed,
It would cause the 'black Kama' to become a 'white Kama.'
In such a situation, although her 'data'—that is, the Ōtsutsuki bloodline and chakra—would still remain within the vessel's body,
Her own consciousness would completely disappear—what is called death.
And if the vessel survived, it would become a new Ōtsutsuki clansman.
Therefore, the conditions for a vessel were truly crucial.
The problem was—by Kaguya's understanding—there simply were no suitable candidates in the shinobi world at that time.
Even though she had not yet eaten a fruit then, and had not fused with the Ten Tails, so her strength could not be called overwhelming—
It was simply that the people of this world had physiques far too weak.
If she forcefully imprinted a 'black Kama,' Kaguya did not believe she could revive smoothly.
But at that time Ōtsutsuki Isshiki did not care in the least. In his view, Kaguya was a sacrifice to feed the Ten Tails.
As for whether she could revive—what did that have to do with him? At worst, he would just take away a reserve Ōtsutsuki clansman.
They actually often did this.
They would take those natives whose 'data' had not yet fully thawed to the Ōtsutsuki homeworld, then train them, helping them become new clansmen.
Once they found a natural planet suitable for planting, they would bring them along again to feed to the Ten Tails, and so on in endless cycles.
If they were lucky and there were living beings on that planet capable of bearing a 'black Kama,' then it would count as a successful revival.
But if they were unlucky, then it was another round~
In the eyes of Ōtsutsuki Isshiki and those main-family members, the fate of branch-family members like Kaguya was precisely this.
Moreover, if they encountered a powerful enemy or suffered grievous injuries, they had to turn into 'elixirs' at any time, to be eaten by them to strengthen power and restore wounds.
Cruel and cold-blooded—but that was the Ōtsutsuki clan.
Who could have predicted an Ōtsutsuki Kaguya who dared to defy the rules?
Completely unimaginable!
That was also why Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was successfully ambushed.
He had simply never considered that Kaguya would stab him in the back. You have to know that within the Ōtsutsuki 'data' there was already a built-in commandment making every clansman acknowledge and obey these rules—
Namely, that clansmen must not kill one another!
Thus Ōtsutsuki Kaguya counted as an odd case, the first in tens of thousands of years.
Yet under the fierce drive to survive, she ultimately chose to strike at Isshiki—and by extreme luck, succeeded!
"Speaking of which, did you two brothers find Ōtsutsuki Isshiki?"
Imu asked Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.
This made little Kaguya, standing on Imu's shoulder, furrow her brows.
What did that mean—Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was still alive?
Come to think of it, Isshiki had indeed escaped back then.
But at the time she felt that with the injury of losing half his body, it was unlikely he could survive.
As for why she didn't continue the pursuit—the main reason was that she herself was badly wounded then.
After all, it was merely a successful sneak attack, not a one-hit kill.
Add to that Isshiki's strength was much greater than her own, and a reversal kill was very likely.
"I am ashamed. Even with the intelligence you provided, we still haven't found Jigen."
Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo answered with an unpleasant expression.
"Then try this."
Imu was unsurprised. From his palm he flipped out a golden, gleaming rope.
"I have already strengthened it with alchemy and Palapon's divine Philosopher's Stone."
"Now it can automatically track the target of the user's hatred, and its binding strength depends on the degree of hatred the bound one has toward the user—the stronger the hatred, the harder it is to break free."
Taking the drifting Golden Canopy Rope, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo looked at it somewhat troubled.
"Lord Imu, but I bear little hatred toward Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, and toward Jigen as well…"
"Give it to me!"
At this moment, little Kaguya on Imu's shoulder shouted.
The instant she thought of how Ōtsutsuki Isshiki had once forced her to be fed to the Ten Tails, intense hatred surged in her heart like a tide.
Previously she believed he was already dead, so she had set aside her resentment.
Now that she knew he was alive, then he must be killed!
"And who is Jigen?"
"He is Isshiki's vessel," Imu said flatly.
"So that's it!" Little Kaguya gnashed her teeth, then looked toward Imu at her side: "Help me eliminate Isshiki. I believe the main body would be glad to know of it!"
Imu gave no reply, only staring at her expressionlessly.
Little Kaguya froze, instantly grasping his meaning.
But this made her feel shy, especially with Hagoromo present.
Yet in the end, her hatred for Isshiki outweighed everything.
Under Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo's stunned gaze, she lowered her head, clutched her sleeve tightly, and with difficulty spoke once more.
"Please, Lord Imu, help me."
There was no choice. She now had no power at all, and she did not quite believe Hagoromo could defeat Isshiki.
The corner of Imu's mouth lifted.
"Approved."
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