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294. Ōtsutsuki Kaguya’s First Kiss
🕑 Added 2025-04-03 02:08:04 +0000 UTC
"Dad, I’ve mastered the Rinnegan!"
Tsukihime said excitedly.
"What a little genius."
Hanekawa smiled and patted her head.
Mastering all the abilities of the Rinnegan in just a month—she was truly a genius among geniuses.
It just proved that Tsukihime had inherited the same talent as the Sage of Six Paths from the original story.
"So, what should I learn next?" Tsukihime asked curiously.
"You’ll come with me to the Shinobi Sect later," Hanekawa said after a moment of thought.
Though Tsukihime was naturally gifted, the Rinnegan was likely her limit—she wouldn’t be able to learn the Rinne-Sharingan.
In other words, she could only progress downward from here.
Hanekawa planned to teach her the seven nature transformations: Yin, Yang, Wind, Fire, Water, Lightning, and Earth.
Once she mastered those, he would move on to the Truth-Seeking Balls.
"Great! I’ve wanted to go to the Shinobi Order for so long!"
Tsukihime’s eyes sparkled.
"I think you just want to play," Hanekawa said, tapping her forehead lightly.
Tsukihime had the heart of a child.
After a month of expansion, the Shinobi Sect now had over a hundred students, making it lively and bustling.
Compared to staying at home with Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, who wasn’t exactly the nurturing type, Tsukihime was definitely more interested in going to the Shinobi Sect for fun.
"Who says?" Tsukihime grabbed his hand. "I just want to help lighten your workload!"
"Alright, I need to talk to your mother about something. I’ll call you later."
Hanekawa pinched her cheek gently.
"Okay!"
Tsukihime skipped off to her room.
When Hanekawa looked up, he found Ōtsutsuki Kaguya staring at him with her usual piercing gaze.
He walked over and asked, "Are you coming to the Shinobi Sect?"
"No."
Kaguya refused without hesitation.
"I’m planning to teach them ninjutsu today," Hanekawa paused, then added, "the techniques I created by combining hand seals."
Kaguya blinked, her pale eyes fixed on him, unsure what he was getting at.
"You’re stronger than me," Hanekawa continued. "If you come, you can correct any mistakes I might make."
"...Fine. I’ll go."
After a few seconds of silence, Kaguya agreed.
"Want to change clothes?" Hanekawa smiled. "I bought you quite a few outfits."
Kaguya glanced down at herself.
She had worn the same white robe for a thousand years—she never bothered with anything else.
"As the saying goes, clothes make the man," Hanekawa bent slightly, meeting her delicate face at eye level. "This robe doesn’t do your beauty justice."
Kaguya tilted her head slightly, staring back at him.
Beautiful?
This was the first time anyone had ever called her that.
Among the Ōtsutsuki clan, her low status meant she was either ignored or ordered around.
And outside the clan, people only ever regarded her with fear and reverence.
"Where are the clothes?" she asked.
"In your wardrobe," Hanekawa extended his hand. "Let me show you."
Kaguya studied him for a second before taking his hand.
Hanekawa blinked.
Huh. For an alien, her hand is surprisingly soft.
They soon arrived in Kaguya’s room.
"Take a look."
Hanekawa opened the wardrobe.
Kaguya scanned its contents—it was packed with all kinds of clothing.
"What’s this?"
She picked up a pair of white stockings.
"Those are stockings. You wear them on your legs—they keep you warm and look nice."
Hanekawa kept a straight face.
Many of these clothes (and the stockings) were things he’d brought from his world.
Originally, he’d planned to have Samui wear them for fun.
"And these?" Kaguya pointed at a few other garments. "What occasion are they for? They look... strange."
"They’re for wearing at home," Hanekawa glanced at the cheongsam and nightgown, then smirked. "Don’t you think they’re pretty?"
Since they were meant for Samui, the designs were bold and fabric-efficient.
"...They’re not bad."
Kaguya withdrew her gaze. "Which one should I wear?"
"For formal occasions, a kimono is appropriate."
Hanekawa picked out a traditional kimono and handed it to her.
"Mm."
Kaguya took it. "Wait outside."
"Kimonos are tricky to put on. Here’s an instruction scroll."
Hanekawa left the scroll behind and exited the room.
A few minutes later, Kaguya stepped into the living room.
"Stunning."
Hanekawa stood up, admiring her.
Her previous outfit had been plain, but the kimono added an air of elegance and nobility.
It suited her perfectly—her expressionless face, her cold demeanor.
"You’re wearing the stockings?"
His gaze dropped to her white-stockinged feet resting on the carpet.
"Is that a problem?"
Kaguya lifted the hem of her kimono slightly, revealing her slender, silk-clad thighs.
"...They look great."
Hanekawa’s eyes widened instinctively.
He could see the edge of the stockings, where a strip of pale skin peeked out.
Combined with the traditional kimono, the effect was extremely alluring.
Unfortunately, the kimono covered the rest, leaving the rest to his imagination.
Kaguya lowered the fabric and stepped closer.
She studied him, then said bluntly:
"I see desire in your eyes."
In her understanding, the only desire the Ōtsutsuki clan had was for chakra.
So why was Hanekawa looking at her like that?
Did he want to steal her chakra?
No, that couldn’t be it.
If he wanted chakra, he wouldn’t have given her the Divine Tree’s fruit.
"...Are you thinking about reproduction?"
Kaguya asked thoughtfully.
"..."
Hanekawa’s lips twitched.
Damn. Being this direct really is awkward.
But Kaguya didn’t understand embarrassment—she always said exactly what was on her mind.
"Yes."
Hanekawa admitted outright.
Kaguya nodded, as if to say 'I knew it'
"After all this time, have you made up your mind?"
Hanekawa decided to just go for it.
"Not yet."
Kaguya considered for a moment. "Maybe once you’ve established the Pure Land, I’ll agree."
"Alright then."
Hanekawa chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?"
Kaguya asked.
"No reason."
Hanekawa stepped closer. "Your kimono isn’t sitting right. Let me fix it."
He placed his hands on her waist.
Kaguya just stared at him, indifferent.
Hanekawa had a sudden thought:
If I kissed her right now, would she even react?
"...Your eyes are full of desire again."
Kaguya tilted her head.
"Do you know what a kiss is?"
Hanekawa blinked.
"No."
Kaguya replied flatly. "What is it?"
Hanekawa stopped adjusting her clothes and focused on her lips.
She wasn’t wearing any lipstick, but her lips were naturally rosy.
Up close, he could see the delicate lines of her mouth.
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her.
"...?"
Kaguya watched him, utterly baffled.
"That’s a kiss."
Hanekawa pulled back after a few seconds.
"What’s the purpose of it?"
Kaguya felt no change in her body and frowned.
In her view, anything that didn’t increase chakra was meaningless.
"You’ll understand someday."
Hanekawa coughed lightly.
Kiss and run—what a thrill.
"I’ll go get Tsukihime."
He headed for her room.
Kaguya watched him leave, unconsciously licking her lips.
She could sense the shift in Hanekawa’s emotions, so kissing must' have meaning.
But what meaning?
"Tsukihime, we’re leaving for the Shinobi Sect now."
Hanekawa called from outside her door.
"Coming!"
Tsukihime threw the door open, beaming.
"Let’s go."
Hanekawa ruffled her hair.
"Wow!"
Tsukihime noticed Kaguya’s kimono and gasped. "Mom, you look amazing!"
"Mm."
Kaguya glanced at Hanekawa.
In all her life, only the two of them had ever called her beautiful.
"To the Shinobi Sect."
Hanekawa took Tsukihime’s hand with his left and Kaguya’s with his right.
A flash of Flying Thunder God Technique later, they appeared in the Shinobi Sect—more precisely, in Hanekawa’s office as its founder.
After a month of development, the Shinobi Sect was no longer the rough organization it had been. Now, it resembled Konoha.
"Haori."
Hanekawa released their hands and called out the door.
"Teacher."
Moments later, Haori appeared.
"Gather everyone in the square. I have an announcement in ten minutes."
"Yes, sir!"
Haori hurried off.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
The square outside the Shinobi Sect was packed with orderly rows of people.
They all noticed Kaguya and Tsukihime seated on the platform, stirring murmurs of surprise.
Many knew of the Rabbit Goddess, but few had ever seen her.
Her presence today hinted at something significant.
"You’ve trained for a month now, and many of you have built a solid foundation," Hanekawa began. "Today, I’ll teach you true divine techniques."
Excited whispers spread through the crowd.
They’d been waiting for this moment.
"The techniques used by gods are called divine arts. The ones you’ll use are called ninjutsu," Hanekawa explained. "There are seven types: Yin, Yang, Wind, Fire, Water, Lightning, and Earth."
He formed a hand seal.
A massive fireball materialized in the air, its heat distorting the surroundings.
Those in front began sweating from the intensity.
"This is Fire Release."
Another seal.
The fireball vanished, replaced by a coiling water dragon.
"Yin Release and Yang Release are more advanced, so I won’t demonstrate them today."
Even so, the crowd was electrified.
To them, wielding the power of gods as mortals was nothing short of a miracle.
"Dad’s so cool!"
Tsukihime whispered.
Kaguya nodded slightly.
To her, these techniques were simple.
But learning them was easy—creating them was another matter entirely.
Even she would struggle to invent seven entirely different nature transformations in such a short time.
Kaguya’s mind drifted back to the concept of the Pure Land.
Though Hanekawa’s strength paled in comparison to hers, his creativity far surpassed her own.
Next to him, even the Ōtsutsuki clan seemed rigid in their thinking.
But that was to be expected.
The Ōtsutsuki were simply too powerful—they had no need for techniques like ninjutsu.
"Each person’s physique differs, so the ninjutsu suited to them will also vary."
With a casual wave, Hanekawa released a surge of chakra that enveloped the crowd.
After a month of training, their bodies had begun harmonizing with chakra, allowing slight distinctions in their constitutions to emerge.
Within seconds, the chakra before each individual began transforming—some into flames, others into flowing water, crackling lightning, clumps of earth, or gusts of wind.
"This represents the ninjutsu best suited to you."
Hanekawa instructed, "Haori, Futami—have them regroup according to their affinities."
He had no intention of replicating Konoha’s Academy model.
The reason was simple:
He lacked the time and energy for such intricacies.
So long as he passed down these techniques, they would develop naturally over the next millennium.
His mission as the Sage of Six Paths would then be complete.
"Yes, sir!"
Haori and Futami immediately complied.
Under their direction, the square soon divided into five large groups.
"I’ll teach according to your affinities. How much you learn depends on your own capabilities."
Hanekawa formed a hand seal.
Shadow Clone Technique!
*Poof!*
Five clones materialized before him.
"From now on, my clones will handle instruction."
The crowd responded in unison, their voices filled with reverence rather than offense:
"Yes, Teacher!"
If anything, being taught by shadow clones only deepened their awe of Hanekawa’s power.
"Begin."
With a slight nod, Hanekawa sent his clones to their respective groups.
"Tsukihime."
Hanekawa turned to his daughter. "You’ll participate as well."
"Got it!"
Eager to start, Tsukihime dashed onto the training grounds.
"How do you rate my ninjutsu?"
Hanekawa shifted his gaze to Kaguya.
"Inventive."
She shook her head. "But useless to beings like us."
"Not necessarily."
Hanekawa arched an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
Kaguya’s curiosity was piqued.
"Would you like to learn taijutsu?"
Hanekawa grinned.
In the original timeline, Kaguya’s combat skills were notoriously lacking.
Despite her overwhelming power, she’d struggled against Naruto and Sasuke—precisely because she relied solely on her Rinne-Sharingan.
Even her Eighty Gods Vacuum Fists were a Kekkei Mōra, meaning beyond her ocular abilities, she had no real fighting style.
"Ninjutsu may be irrelevant to you, but taijutsu is different—it’s fundamentally combat technique."
Hanekawa pressed on, "It’s pure skill, independent of raw power."
"...Teach me."
After a brief pause, Kaguya acquiesced.
Pride should have compelled her to refuse, yet something—she couldn’t say what—made acceptance feel inevitable.
"Follow me."
Hanekawa grasped her wrist.
A flash of Flying Thunder God, and they reappeared at home.
"I’ll instruct you in Konoha’s taijutsu style."
Hanekawa took position opposite her. "Attack me—but no ocular abilities."
Kaguya blinked.
No eyes?
She threw a testing punch.
The force alone created a sonic boom, yet the strike was wild, unrefined.
Hanekawa sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a Leaf Whirlwind.
Kaguya blocked the spinning kick with crossed arms, but before she could retaliate, Hanekawa was already upon her again.
Leaf Great Whirlwind!
His elbow smashed downward toward her skull.
Boom!
Kaguya intercepted with her forearm, the impact cratering the ground beneath her feet.
Hanekawa pressed the assault relentlessly.
Though Kaguya’s reflexes and strength allowed her to parry each blow, she realized with growing unease that she was purely reactive—never controlling the flow.
Were their physical stats equal, she’d have been defeated instantly.
Discarding her initial dismissiveness, Kaguya activated her Rinne-Sharingan to analyze Hanekawa’s movements.
If a mere Sharingan could replicate taijutsu, her supreme ocular power certainly could.
Leaf Whirlwind!
A flicker passed through her pale eyes as she launched an identical kick.
Hanekawa’s eyelid twitched.
The sight of her white-stockinged foot streaking toward him in those wooden sandals was… distractingly elegant.
Two hours later
Hanekawa disengaged with a backward flip.
Kaguya tilted her head, puzzled.
She’d been enjoying herself—why stop now?
"You’ve mastered Konoha’s taijutsu."
Hanekawa explained. "That’s enough for today."
"Understood."
Kaguya exhaled. "Do you know other styles?"
The benefits of taijutsu had awakened something unfamiliar in her—a hunger for more.
(Not that she’d ever bothered concealing her desires.)
"Many."
Hanekawa chuckled. "I’ll teach them all in time."
He’d studied every major taijutsu school except the Hyūga’s Gentle Fist—a regret now, given his Byakugan.
(Though in his defense, who could’ve predicted that development?)
"...Thank you."
The words felt foreign on Kaguya’s tongue.
"You’re thanking me?"
Hanekawa stared.
"What’s next?"
Kaguya ignored his astonishment.
"We visit the Death God."
Hanekawa’s expression turned serious. "It’s time to resolve the Pure Land matter."
"I’m coming."
Kaguya’s response was immediate.
"Why?"
Hanekawa smirked. "Worried about me?"
"Yes."
No hesitation. No subterfuge.
"If you die, I’ll have… complications."
"Fair enough."
Hanekawa’s smile softened. "Then we’ll face the Shinigami together."
"Do you know its location?" Kaguya asked.
"I can summon it."
Hanekawa produced a Shinigami mask and formed the seals.
'Dead Demon Consuming Seal!'
This Uzumaki sealing technique traded the user’s life to summon the Death God for soul imprisonment.
Not that Hanekawa planned to die—at his current level, the Shinigami stood no chance of claiming him.
(And even if it tried, Kaguya would intervene.)
As the seals completed, Hanekawa sensed an otherworldly pull.
It actually worked?
Must be the mask’s doing—likely a relic tied to the Shinigami itself.
Seconds later, an oppressive chill filled the air.
A towering figure materialized—robed, with wild, unkempt hair resembling a disheveled old man.
"Who dares summon me?!"
The Shinigami’s voice boomed.
"Take us to the Pure Land."
Hanekawa demanded.
"The what?"
The Shinigami seemed genuinely perplexed.
So it doesn’t exist yet.
Hanekawa exhaled.
In the original timeline, the Pure Land served as the afterlife for all souls—yet the Shinigami consumed them directly.
This confirmed his theory: the Pure Land was Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo’s creation.
"Then let’s discuss alternative terms."
Hanekawa smiled. "You’ll submit to us."
"Insolence!"
The Shinigami’s rage erupted. "I am Death itself! You dare—?!"
It lashed out instantly.
A wave of absolute decay surged forth—grass withered, insects desiccated, even the soil itself died where the energy touched.
Hanekawa shuddered as primordial cold gripped his heart.
But before the death-energy could reach him, a Truth-Seeking Orb expanded, nullifying the attack completely.
"Impossible!"
The Shinigami recoiled.
No mortal had ever resisted its soul-reaping before.
Hanekawa flicked his wrist.
Nine Truth-Seeking Orbs streaked toward the Shinigami like bullets.
Sensing mortal peril, the Death God dodged frantically.
"Hmph."
Kaguya’s Rinne-Sharingan flared.
An imperceptible wave distorted reality.
The Shinigami froze—just long enough.
*BOOOOOOM!*
The orbs struck true, detonating with cataclysmic force.
When the smoke cleared, the Shinigami stood battered, its form flickering.
"Mercy… please!"
Survival instincts overrode pride. Facing impossible opponents, capitulation was its only option.
"Wisdom favors the pragmatic."
Hanekawa’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "You’ll thank us for this someday."
As the Shinigami bowed, translucent text materialized before Hanekawa:
[S-Rank Trait: Beyond Death]
[Condition: Defeat the Shinigami]
[Effect: Survive fatal injuries for up to three hours.]
Another trait?
Hanekawa’s eyebrows rose.
The ability seemed… oddly niche.
Useful, certainly—but not quite what he’d expected.
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