300. Return to the Shinobi World, Time Trait

"This is my gift for you," Kaguya said softly, completely indifferent to the daimyo's reactions as she gazed at Hanekawa. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," Hanekawa replied with a broad smile.

He suddenly recalled an ancient tale from his previous life about a king who fooled his vassals with false beacon fires - except here, Kaguya played the role of the capricious monarch. It was an odd comparison, yet genuinely touching.

By creating the moon, Kaguya had unmistakably declared her willingness to return to the future with him. With the moon now present, only the Nine Tails remained to realign the timeline.

"The moonlight is beautiful," Hanekawa said as he pinched Kaguya's cheek affectionately. Though it was daytime, the sentiment fit perfectly.

Kaguya stared intently, not comprehending the phrase's romantic connotations but sensing his genuine appreciation.

"Should the moon only appear at night?" Hanekawa asked, glancing at the glaring lunar sphere that felt unnatural in broad daylight.

With a wave of her hand, Kaguya shifted the moon behind the planet, vanishing it from view.

"Rise," Hanekawa addressed the prostrate crowd.

Slowly, trembling attendees stood, their faces pale from witnessing celestial creation firsthand. This spectacle cemented their obedience - defying the Shinobi Sect meant death.

"Today's conclave adjourns," Hanekawa declared. "Branch temples will be established in your nations for mission assignments." The daimyo's unanimous assent was instantaneous.

"Haori, Futami - coordinate the details," Hanekawa instructed.

Both students bowed, still awestruck by the moon's genesis. Even knowing Kaguya's power, this exceeded all expectations.

Thus concluded the first summit, leaving an indelible mark on every witness - and soon, the entire world through the moon's colossal visibility.

Elsewhere, in a secluded valley, three figures convened - Gamamaru, Katsuyu, and the White Snake Sage had emerged from their sanctums, drawn by the lunar disturbance.

"What just happened..." Gamamaru's throat tightened as he craned his neck skyward.

"Katsuyu's right," the White Snake Sage hissed. "Our only option is absolute submission."

The slug nodded. "Mount Myōboku should formally pledge allegiance."

Gamamaru remained silent.


Once believing himself destined to guide history through prophecies, he now realized foresight meant nothing without power to enact change.

"Why hasn't the Shinobi Sect contacted you?" Katsuyu suddenly asked. "Did your clan offend them?"

"No!" Gamamaru reflexively denied before recalling his earlier encounter with Tsukihime.

"Shikkotsu Forest's first summoner was Tsukihime herself," Katsuyu revealed.

"What?!" The White Snake Sage recoiled. "You secured the princess?"

Gamamaru's jaw dropped. By all logic, Tsukihime should've been his contract holder.

His refusal to formally join the Sect during the chakra seed distribution might have doomed Mount Myōboku.

"Katsuyu," Gamamaru swallowed hard, "I need your mediation."

Daring to approach Hanekawa directly was suicide - only through Tsukihime could redemption be possible.

Post-summit, Hanekawa and Kaguya returned home.

"Teach me Tenseigan Chakra Mode," Hanekawa said without pleasantries - none were needed between them now.

Kaguya settled onto his lap with natural ease, her generous curves pressing against him.

To her, this was mundane proximity.

To Hanekawa, an exhilarating tease - though ten days of indulgence had tempered his reactions.

Her fingertip touched his forehead, transferring knowledge through chakra.

When he leaned in for a grateful peck, Kaguya seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss with predatory precision.

"Relentless," Hanekawa chuckled after breaking free. Kaguya simply stared, her world having narrowed to just him and chakra.

"Rest now," he guided her head to his chest.

"Ten days without sleep - even you must tire."

As her breathing steadied, Hanekawa reviewed his trait system:

[S-Rank Trait: I Am Myth (Locked)]

[Requirement: Witness/Create Shinobi World Legends]

[Progress: 91%]

The moon's creation had propelled completion.

Only one task remained - dividing the Divine Tree into the Gedo Statue and Nine Tails.

Yet deviations already existed: the medical-nin system, Hagoromo's altered legacy, and Kaguya's redemption.

Indra and Asura's saga would fall to Tsukihime.

Then realization struck - Black Zetsu!

The shadowy manipulator was equally vital for future events.


Hanekawa almost laughed - the original Black Zetsu currently resided sealed within his pocket dimension.

A memory adjustment before release would complete the temporal paradox.


The moon, the Nine Tails, Asura and Indra were all essential elements for the future.

Without them, the original story couldn't exist.

But besides these, Black Zetsu was also an indispensable character.

Without it, there would be no falling out between Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, nor would there be a corrupted Obito Uchiha or Nagato.

Hanekawa let out a soft sound of surprise.

He had initially considered having Kaguya create a new Black Zetsu, but then realized it wasn't necessary—the future Black Zetsu was already with him.

After sealing Black Zetsu, Hanekawa had carried it with him for safety.

Now, the best course of action was simply to release it—after modifying its memories, of course.

With Tsukihime and Black Zetsu in place, the future could be steered back on track.

Hanekawa couldn't help but smile.

So who exactly created Black Zetsu in the first place? It felt like a strange, self-fulfilling loop.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Hanekawa looked at Kaguya, who had fallen asleep.

He could feel her warm breath against his skin and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

As he inhaled her faint fragrance, he pondered how to break the news to Tsukihime.

Telling her directly might be too hard for her to accept. Perhaps a white lie would soften the blow?

Leaning back against the couch, Hanekawa wrapped his left arm around Kaguya's waist while resting his right hand on her thigh.

It was a shame her kimono prevented him from feeling her smooth skin directly.

Tsunade's Strength of a Hundred seal kept her body perpetually youthful, but Kaguya was different—her power alone ensured her body remained in peak condition.

Simply put, her skin was beyond perfection, surpassing the limits of human touch.

But then again, that made sense—she wasn't human. She was an alien.

Time passed quietly.

Night fell.

The sound of the door opening roused Hanekawa from his thoughts.

Tsukihime had returned home from the Shinobi Sect.

"Kaguya."

He gently pinched her cheek.

She stirred awake, having experienced the most restful sleep in her thousand-year existence.

"Tsukihime's back. I'll make dinner."

Hanekawa paused. "Tonight, I'll tell her about our departure."

Kaguya nodded slightly.

Though leaving Tsukihime behind pained her, she trusted Hanekawa's judgment.

Dinner unfolded with rare warmth.

"Mom was amazing today!" Tsukihime vibrated with excitement. "She just raised her hand and created the moon! I saw it on my way home!"

"Would you like to live there?" Hanekawa asked casually.

"Eh? On the moon?"

"Why not?" He smiled. "We could build a palace. Visit whenever you like."

A channel between worlds would prevent loneliness—an idea Tsukihime adored.

Hanekawa's mind drifted to the original timeline's moon passage, used by Toneri to kidnap Hinata.

Was this fate's design?

His plan took shape: he and Kaguya would reside on the moon while Tsukihime expanded the Sect below.

Upon her return, she'd find a letter about their "temporary journey" to seek the Divine Tree—a merciful lie.

Kaguya watched him, understanding his intent.

Dinner concluded with unprecedented gestures—Kaguya serving Tsukihime her first motherly act by offering food.

In the kitchen, Hanekawa found himself shadowed.

Kaguya's expectant gaze burned into his back.

Nighttime, per the marital guidebook she'd studied, was for procreation.

Her undisguised eagerness amused yet concerned him.

How would he explain this clingy goddess to future lovers like Tsunade?

"Tomorrow, we'll visit the moon," he said, washing dishes.

A permanent portal required immense chakra—best sustained by a reservoir.

This aligned with the original timeline's submerged passage, though its creators remained unclear.

"Reward?" Kaguya pressed.

Hanekawa kissed her cheek. "Behave."

"I am behaving."

Her deadpan tone carried a hint of defiance.

Later, in their room, Kaguya's alabaster form glowed in the moonlight.

Though intimately familiar after ten days, her beauty still stole his breath.

"Bed," he instructed.

She assumed position with practiced ease, her arched back emphasizing sinful curves.

Hanekawa gripped her horn with one hand, her waist with the other.

Kaguya shuddered in satisfaction.

Hanekawa thought for a moment and ultimately gave in to her.

For the past two days, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had been exceptionally well-behaved.


She had created the moon today and would be constructing a space teleportation portal tomorrow—truly commendable efforts deserving of a reward.

As soon as Hanekawa finished speaking, he felt his surroundings shift, and in the next moment, he was back in their room.

He had barely steadied himself when he noticed a discarded kimono on the floor.

Kaguya stood before him, her flawless body so mesmerizing that he couldn't look away.

Even though he had explored every inch of her skin over the past ten days, seeing her again still left him in awe.

"What should I do?" Kaguya asked calmly.

"Get on the bed," Hanekawa said, giving her a playful slap on the hip.

Kaguya immediately understood his intent. After all, after ten days together, they had developed an unspoken understanding.

She positioned herself on the bed, not lying down completely but kneeling, lifting her pale, flawless hips.

Hanekawa stepped forward, wrapping his left arm around her slender waist while his right hand grasped the horns on her head.

Kaguya trembled slightly, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

— The Next Day —

As sunlight streamed into the room, Hanekawa woke up.

But saying he "woke up" wasn't entirely accurate—he hadn't actually slept.

Kaguya simply hadn’t allowed him to.

Every time he tried to rest, she would stir up trouble.

How was he supposed to sleep under such conditions?

Frustrated, Hanekawa had no choice but to discipline her thoroughly.

Now, it was the morning of the second day.

"Time to get up," Hanekawa said, glancing at Kaguya.

She lay sprawled across his body, her soft curves pressed against him, her hips slightly raised.

"Mmm."

Kaguya studied him for a moment, realizing she couldn't argue her way out of this, so she reluctantly left his embrace.

"You really are a bad woman," Hanekawa muttered, playfully slapping her soft, round hip.

Kaguya tilted her head, looking at him in confusion.

Why was she a bad woman?

She treated him so well.

Hanekawa yawned, choosing not to explain. Instead, he began dressing himself.

As he did, his gaze fell upon Kaguya, who still stood there completely bare, slightly trembling, looking irresistibly enticing.

Sighing in resignation, he helped her put on her kimono.

After breakfast, Tsukihime left for the Shinobi Sect.

Today was an important day for the sect, as students—including Tsukihime—were being sent to different nations to establish branch sects.

Her assigned destination was the ancestral land, the nearest location.

Hanekawa didn't stop her.

Even though Tsukihime was his and Kaguya’s daughter, they couldn’t let her grow up spoiled.

After all, she was meant to become a legendary ninja, just like the Sage of Six Paths.

Closing his eyes, Hanekawa spread his senses outward.

Instantly, the entire Shinobi World became visible to him.

In the original story, even after the Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, died, he could still observe the world from the Pure Land.

Hanekawa’s power now surpassed Hagoromo’s, so naturally, he could do the same.

"This valley looks good," Hanekawa murmured after a brief moment.

Grasping Kaguya’s hand, he vanished from their current location.

The next second, they arrived in a secluded valley.

Deep within the valley was a seemingly bottomless pool of water.

Hanekawa wasn't sure if this was the same valley from the original story, but it bore an uncanny resemblance.

"Are we building the teleportation portal by the pool?" Kaguya asked, raising her hand.

"Not by the pool—at the bottom of it."

With a casual wave of his hand, Hanekawa lifted all the water into the air.

Seeing this, Kaguya aimed her palm at the exposed lakebed.

A massive surge of chakra erupted.

Space twisted and shattered, quickly forming an invisible portal.

Afterward, Hanekawa returned the water to its place, infusing it with more chakra.

The once-clear water began to shimmer, taking on the appearance of liquid gemstones.

"As long as it isn't overused, this portal should last a thousand years without issue," Hanekawa said, withdrawing his hand. "Now, let’s head to the moon."

"Mm."

A crimson glint flashed in Kaguya’s Rinne Sharingan.

In an instant, a black portal materialized before them—Yomotsu Hirasaka.

Stepping through it, the two of them arrived on the moon.

Hanekawa instinctively took a few deep breaths but felt no discomfort.

This confirmed his suspicion—the moon in this world wasn’t the same as the one from his previous life.

Here, the gravity remained unchanged, and the air composition matched that of the Shinobi World.

Looking around, Hanekawa observed that the moon was desolate, but not in the way one would expect.

It wasn’t covered in craters; instead, it had mountains, trees, and rivers—just devoid of people.

Kaguya had created this moon using fragments of the Shinobi World’s landscapes, effectively recycling leftover materials.

"Kaguya," Hanekawa said, "where do you want to live?"

She scanned the surroundings before pointing toward a towering mountain in the distance.

"That mountain."

"Alright. We’ll build a palace on the summit," Hanekawa decided after a moment. "And we’ll create some puppets, too."

The Tenseigan had a unique ability—it could grant life to puppets.

In the movie, aside from Toneri Ōtsutsuki, the moon was inhabited only by a vast army of puppets.

Hanekawa wasn't an expert at constructing palaces, but he did know Wood Release.

Arriving at the mountain summit, he found a suitable clearing and formed hand seals.

Wood Release: Multiple Pillar Houses Technique!

The ground split open as countless trees sprouted from nothing, rapidly growing toward the sky.

In mere seconds, an entire row of wooden houses materialized.

Unlike his usual applications of this technique, Hanekawa had deliberately poured more chakra into it this time.

With an abundant chakra supply, the wooden houses transformed into an enormous, magnificent palace complex.

Now that their residence was secured, it was time to make puppets.

At first, Hanekawa worked alone, but before long, Kaguya joined in.

Given her abilities, crafting puppets was an effortless task.

As night fell, their work continued.




"Tsukihime, what do you think?"

Hanekawa led Tsukihime before the grand palace complex.

"So fast?"

Tsukihime surveyed the massive structures with wide-eyed amazement.

"Your father is... capable," Kaguya remarked evenly.

Hanekawa glanced at her. Since their marriage, Kaguya had undergone subtle changes—her icy exterior now masked thoughtful consideration.

The once-aloof goddess had warmed considerably.

"From now on, your mother and I will reside in the Moon Palace," Hanekawa said, keeping his tone neutral despite his inner reluctance. "The Shinobi Sect will be your responsibility."

"Eh?" Tsukihime's eyes widened before she shook her head vigorously. "I... I can't!"

"You're the daughter of the Rabbit Goddess," Hanekawa chuckled. "It's time to grow into your role."

After glancing between her parents, Tsukihime squared her shoulders. "I'll try! If I fail, you'll help me, right?"

"That's our girl." Hanekawa nodded approvingly.

"Of course!" Tsukihime planted her hands on her hips proudly. "I won't let you down!"

"Perfect timing—I have a mission for you." Hanekawa smiled. "Remember that tree near the Sect?"

"Yeah," Tsukihime tilted her head. "It feels stronger than me."

"Exactly." Hanekawa explained, "It's our clan's Divine Tree—an infinite chakra source."

As he detailed her task—extracting its chakra to create the Nine Tailed Beasts using Yin-Yang Release—Tsukihime hesitated.

"But I don't know Yin-Yang Release yet..."

"With your Rinnegan, you'll master it naturally," Hanekawa reassured, ruffling her hair. "Take all the time you need."

After Tsukihime's enthusiastic promise to complete the mission and transport the hollowed husk to the moon, they enjoyed a rare family meal in the lunar palace.

At dawn's parting by the portal:

"Watch Mount Myōboku while we're gone," Hanekawa warned, transferring Sage Mode knowledge through a forehead tap.

Though puzzled by the caution against seemingly harmless toads, Tsukihime accepted the advice.

With final goodbyes, she stepped through the shimmering gateway.

Hanekawa exhaled heavily—though not his biological child, their separation pained him.

"Kaguya," he turned, "you're certain about coming with me?"

Her grip tightened. "Where you go, I follow."

Their kiss lasted until Hanekawa remembered one last task—releasing Black Zetsu. After memory alterations, the shadowy creature floated earthward like a grotesque balloon.

[S-Rank Trait: I Am Myth (Acquired)]
[Effect: Time-Stasis Field (3m radius)]

At the Dragon Vein, spacetime twisted as they crossed into the future—where Hanekawa's newest ability eclipsed even his previous time manipulation.

Absolute temporal control—the ultimate power.

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