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“Clan Head, would it be possible for me to see the historical records of the Hyūga Clan?” Shin asked.
Even though the Clan Head didn’t know about the Ōtsutsuki Clan, that didn’t mean there was no record of them in the Hyūga archives.
The Clan Head’s expression instantly darkened—this was out of the question. Even if the request came from the feared “Reaper of the Shinobi World,”—it still wasn’t permissible.
Those records contained the clan’s secret Gentle Fist techniques—Hyūga heritage passed down through generations. At the moment, he even suspected Shin’s true goal might be to steal the Gentle Fist style.
The Gentle Fist was useless without the Byakugan, but he still didn’t want to share it with outsiders.
If it leaked, someone could develop a way to counter Gentle Fist, and that would spell disaster for the Hyūga, who rely on it for their livelihood.
Seeing his reaction, Shin said, “Hyūga Clan Head, I’m only interested in the history of the Hyūga Clan, not your secret techniques.”
The Clan Head’s expression softened. If Shin was only interested in their history, that was fine.
He couldn’t refuse someone as powerful as Shin.
“Our records are very important, but considering you’re my son’s classmate, I suppose you can take a look.”
The Clan Head’s sons were Hiashi and Hizashi, who had been classmates with Shin at the Academy.
He was just trying to build a relationship with Shin. If it weren’t for Shin’s strength, he wouldn’t even bother.
In reality, he was simply trying to forge a positive relationship with Shin—this “classmate” favor was just an excuse. If Shin weren’t so powerful, the clan head definitely would not have entertained the idea.
“Thank you, Clan Head.”
Shin’s gratitude pleased the Clan Head.
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The Clan Head led Shin to the Hyūga archives, removing all the scrolls related to the Gentle Fist.
He didn’t care about the rest. Shin could read them if he wanted to. He didn’t think they were valuable.
Shin activated his [Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan] and flipped through the texts at lightning speed, skimming line after line in mere seconds.
It took him half a day to finish, but he was disappointed. There was nothing he was looking for.
He did find a mention of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, but it was just a brief mention, nothing detailed.
And there was no information about the underground passage to the moon.
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“My thanks, Lord Hyūga. I’ll be on my way,”
Shin didn’t linger.
After Shin left, Hiruzen Sarutobi became suspicious. He wondered what Shin’s motive was for visiting the Hyūga Clan.
Shin hadn’t tried to hide his visit, so it wasn’t surprising that Hiruzen knew about it.
Hiruzen was becoming paranoid. He was constantly trying to guess Shin’s intentions.
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Meanwhile, Shin had returned to Tsunade’s house.
“You two look like you’ve been fighting,” Shin remarked as he noticed Tsunade and Kushina’s somewhat disheveled appearance.
“We were just sparring. I didn’t expect to lose,” Kushina grumbled.
Right after Shin left, Kushina and Tsunade had clashed, apparently irritating each other until they agreed to trade blows.
Although neither was truly hurt—they knew when to hold back—Kushina ended up worse off, looking distinctly more ragged than Tsunade.
“Give me two years, and I’ll definitely be stronger than you,” Kushina declared.
“You can talk all you like. Right now, I’m the winner. So Kushina, you’re doing the laundry.” Tsunade grinned triumphantly.
They had made a bet: whoever lost had to do the laundry.
Kushina was annoyed, but she wouldn’t go back on her word.
“By the way, Shin, you don’t look happy. Did you fail to achieve your goal?” Mikoto asked.
“Bingo, but no prize for guessing right.”
Shin sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.
“Shin, what were you trying to do? Can you tell us?” Kushina asked, curious.
“I’ll tell you. I want to go to the moon. But finding the passage to the moon is proving to be difficult. Fortunately, I have other methods.”
“—What?”
Tsunade, Kushina, Mikoto, and even Konan all stared at him, baffled.
“Are you kidding? You want to go to the moon? Why don’t you just fly to the sun while you’re at it?” Kushina scoffed.
Shin pinched her cheek and pulled.
“Oww! That hurts! Shin, you jerk! Let go!”
Kushina yelled.
“Will you stop making fun of me now?”
Shin released her. “And I’m not joking. Getting to the moon isn’t as far-fetched as you think.”
Even if Shin didn’t manage to locate the underground passage, he had other methods. Technically, he could simply fly there using his abilities.
The Perfect Susanoo had wings. They weren’t just for show—meaning flight was possible.
Of course, it would be a hassle, and even at high speed, flying all the way there wouldn’t be easy.
“Shin-nii, why do you want to go to the moon?” Konan asked curiously.
Everyone was curious, but Konan was the first to ask.
“I sense an evil presence there. I’m going to eliminate them and save the world.”
Shin said righteously.
The Ōtsutsuki Clan did want to destroy the world. To the people of the Shinobi world, they were indeed an evil force.
“That still sounds unbelievable,” Kushina muttered.
“People living on the moon…?”
“No, it’s real—The Ōtsutsuki Clan lives there, and my goal is to eliminate them.” Shin insisted.
His serious expression was enough to convince Tsunade, Kushina, and Mikoto. They no longer doubted him. Konan had never doubted him to begin with—she believed in him wholeheartedly.
“I always thought the moon was just a lifeless rock,” Mikoto said.
“Mikoto, you weren’t the only one. I thought the same,” Tsunade said.
“Shin, how do you know about the Ōtsutsuki Clan?” Kushina asked.
“I like to collect information on the Shinobi world. That’s how I found out.”
Shin said, making up an excuse.
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