Hanekawa existed in a strange state—time moving both impossibly fast and agonizingly slow. Like a boat adrift on turbulent seas, yet somehow he was the one holding the oars, riding the wind and waves.
He blinked back to awareness, finding Kaguya Ōtsutsuki half-reclined beside him, her long white legs bent gracefully, supporting her elegant frame. Silk-like hair cascaded across his legs. The coldness that once defined her had completely vanished. Her pale eyes held only confusion and tenderness, her cheeks flushed, her heart finally—completely—his.
"Kaguya," he said after several minutes of silence. "The Ōtsutsuki clan still has matters requiring attention. It's been ten days."
She licked her lips with satisfaction, leaning close to study his face. "You're so warm."
Her hand drifted to her abdomen. "I can feel it."
Hanekawa almost suggested extending their seclusion, but resisted. Even paradise became exhausting after ten straight days of immersion.
"I think I should stop calling you 'Lady Goddess,'" he said, delivering a playful swat to her rear. The sharp sound echoed, followed by the subtle jiggle of impact.
"Why?" She tilted her head, genuinely curious.
Because you're basically pure desire wrapped in an aloof package, he thought. She was obviously insatiable, yet somehow managed to seem innocent about it.
"Do you remember the Daimyo Conference?" he redirected, stroking her smooth back.
"Ah. Last week?" She paused. "You didn't open it because of me."
"You lied to me first," she corrected.
"Fair point." He coughed. "Will you return to the future with me?"
"Yes." No hesitation whatsoever.
"Thank you." He meant it.
"I enjoy the physical feedback," she said matter-of-factly. "It's a wonderful sensation. You're mine. You cannot leave."
"We'll never be apart," he promised, pulling her close.
She kissed him in response.
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A few minutes later, Hanekawa gently pinched her thigh. "Time to wake up, Kaguya."
She reluctantly left his arms. He sat up, exhaling deeply. Thank the gods for Ōtsutsuki physiology. Without it, he'd be completely wrecked—hands shaking, legs useless, needing three days of recovery.
"Help me dress," she requested, raising her arms to display her flawless body.
He couldn't help but look. Even after ten days, her skin remained pristine—well, almost. His gaze lingered on her abdomen.
He retrieved a white kimono from the closet. "This one today. The wedding dress is only for the wedding."
"When does the Daimyo meeting begin?" she asked as he helped her dress.
"Afternoon. Why? You want to attend?" That wasn't like her at all.
"I want to give you a gift."
He frowned, puzzled. What does the Daimyo Conference have to do with gifts?
But he simply smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."
The gift she'd already given him was extraordinary enough: a new entry.
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[S-Rank Talent Entry: World Modulation Mode]
[Trigger Condition: Capture Kaguya Ōtsutsuki]
[Effect: Obtain ownership of Amenominaka]
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Amenominaka—Kaguya's bloodline ability derived from the Rinnegan. A space she could transfer herself and others into, divided into six distinct realms: the original sphere, lava, ice and snow, super gravity, sand, and acid. In each environment, she received corresponding bonuses. In the original sphere, she could absorb chakra from those caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi, strengthening herself.
Now Hanekawa could access it too. They shared ownership.
Not a bad gift at all.
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"You look beautiful in anything," he said, admiring her in the kimono. Though she looked better in nothing.
"As long as you like it," she replied simply.
"I love you," he said, pausing deliberately. "Not the clothes. You."
"Me too." For the first time, he saw the Rabbit Goddess smile—genuinely smile. It stunned him.
"Let's go." He kissed her, grabbed her hand, and they left.
Tsukihime was out, so they headed directly to the Ninja Clan headquarters using Flying Thunder God.
"Those daimyo are getting impatient," Hanekawa mused, eyes closed.
"Do not concern yourself," Kaguya said flatly.
She was right. Strength was everything. No daimyo would dare complain to the Goddess of the Rabbit.
He waved his hand, projecting his voice. "Tsukihime, Yuori—come here."
Tsukihime burst in excitedly. "Dad! Mom! I missed you!"
Yuori bowed respectfully. "Goddess. Teacher."
"Inform the daimyo the meeting begins at one p.m. in the Ninja Clan square," Hanekawa instructed. "Have tables and chairs prepared."
"Yes." Yuori bowed again and departed, giving mother and daughter privacy.
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Hanekawa excused himself to an isolated area and activated his Rinnegan. The pale blue light shimmered with mysterious power.
The Tenseigan—equal in status to the Rinnegan, a first-class dōjutsu. Most lore came from the movies, connected to Ōtsutsuki Urashiki's time-travel arc. In the original timeline, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo and Hamura had sealed Kaguya and the Outer Path Statue on the moon. Hamura's descendants split into main and branch families, warring for a thousand years until only Urashiki remained.
Flawed ending, Hanekawa thought. A villain trying to destroy the world shouldn't escape so easily.
He raised his hand, forming a green chakra sphere—a spirit ball. Unlike the Rasengan, this could control an enemy's will, extract thoughts and memories.
He dispersed it and pointed at a distant stone. The Rinnegan trembled. Invisible gravity pulled the rock into his palm. He released it; repulsion sent it rocketing through a tree like a bullet, splintering the trunk.
Similar to standard Rinnegan usage, he noted. With enough chakra, even planets could be controlled.
He tested various abilities—absorbing chakra, gravity manipulation, repulsion—all functioning perfectly except the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, which he hadn't yet mastered.
Footsteps interrupted his practice.
"What eyes are these?" Kaguya appeared, studying his transformation. "Like Byakugan, but different."
"The Tenseigan. Byakugan's evolution."
"Can you open it?" she asked.
She probably already could, he realized. Her Byakugan likely already possessed all Tenseigan functions. Her level transcends the need for transformation.
"Let me try," she said.
Her Byakugan shifted into a golden Tenseigan. Green chakra erupted around her, and nine jade truth-seeking orbs—also green—materialized behind her.
The Tenseigan Chakra Mode.
"You're still ahead of me," he admitted. "I don't know this form yet."
"I will teach you," she said coldly, radiating divine power.
Contrast, he thought, remembering her behavior over the past ten days. Definitely my favorite attribute.
"There is lust in your eyes," she observed, approaching him.
"And many other things," he said quickly. "But we have the daimyo meeting this afternoon."
Disappointment flickered across her face. She didn't understand why he'd suppress desire. If it were me, I'd communicate for a thousand years.
"You must listen to me on this," he emphasized, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Why?"
"Because we're married. You have to listen to me." He trembled as she licked his neck gently.
This sister is a seductive enchantress!
"Well," she agreed.
He was startled. So obedient?
"Where's Tsukihime?" he asked, twirling her hair.
"Practicing in the Shinobi Square."
"There are many things about the future in the chakra memory I shared with you," he said carefully. "We must restore them to avoid affecting our timeline."
"The sacred tree?"
"Yes. Are you willing?"
"Why would I refuse?" she said nonchalantly. "We can retrieve it when we return to the future."
"I'm still uncomfortable with how obedient you've become," he admitted with a smile.
"Then give me a reward." She held up five fingers. "Five days."
"No."
She looked disappointed.
"Three days," he compromised. "Depending on your behavior."
Her eyes lit up. "When?"
"We'll see."
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They ate at the Ninja Clan—Hanekawa cooking so Tsukihime could join them.
By afternoon, the square filled with daimyo from nearly fifty nations. In this chaotic era, such numbers were excessive. Only Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha would eventually consolidate power into the Five Great Villages system.
At one p.m., Hanekawa and Kaguya took the platform.
Everyone stared, resentful about the ten-day delay but far too terrified to voice complaints.
"Welcome, daimyo," Hanekawa began. "Today's purpose is singular: establishing an employment system."
Kaguya stood behind him, silently calculating whether her gift could extend three days to ten—or longer.
"From now on, you will issue commissions. Our students will accept them and complete tasks for payment."
The square fell silent. No one had anticipated this.
The smarter daimyo immediately grasped the implications: the Ninja Clan's students were now equals to them. A cooperative relationship had formed.
"Tasks have no restrictions," Hanekawa continued with a faint smile. "Including assassinating other daimyo."
Dark forest theory, he thought. If you don't hire protection, your enemies will hire assassins. The system perpetuates itself.
It would eventually destabilize the Ninja Clan, but that was inevitable. The future always arrived.
"What?!" Dismay rippled through the crowd.
Everyone understood: they were now dependent on the Ninja Clan. Conflict was inevitable.
Suddenly, a terrifying chakra wave engulfed the square.
Hanekawa glanced at Kaguya—and his heart stopped.
A black sphere erupted from her palm.
The Chibaku Tensei?
The sphere ascended, emitting catastrophic gravitational force. The entire ninja world trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
"Lady Goddess, spare us!" The daimyo collapsed to their knees, begging.
Even the Ninja Clan students knelt, overwhelmed by the apocalyptic sensation.
The black sphere climbed higher, its gravity intensifying.
Then it happened.
Mountains, forests, rocks, and soil were torn skyward. The sun vanished. Darkness consumed everything.
Everyone kowtowed in terror, abandoning all dignity.
The gravitational force reached its limit. The earth cracked. The sky twisted.
A brand new planet hung above them.
"It will be called the Moon from now on," Kaguya said expressionlessly. "Do you have objections?"
Silence. Pure, terrified silence.
From that moment forward, whenever they gazed at the moon, they would remember the Rabbit Goddess.
Spectacles ruin countries, Hanekawa thought wryly.
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