After Minato and the others retreated into Kamui's space, Kaguya braced herself. She lifted the massive Truth-Seeking Orb above her palm, ready to hurl it, while Momoshiki and Urashiki prepared their own devastating attacks.
But before the clash could erupt, two blinding beams of golden light tore through the skies. They descended like divine blades, slicing clean through the bodies of Momoshiki and Urashiki.
Both Ōtsutsuki's eyes widened in shock. A radiant golden ring formed around their waists, and then—without blood, without sound—their bodies split cleanly into halves, upper and lower sections shearing apart as if reality itself had judged them.
Kaguya froze, still holding the massive orb. She hesitated, stunned by what she had just witnessed.
Far away, on the Moon, Uchiha Chiga's golden gaze dimmed slightly. Hamura, trembling behind him, whispered in disbelief, "You… what did you just do?"
Chiga smiled faintly. "Nothing much. I simply removed a bit of trouble."
Hamura's jaw tightened, realization striking him. "Don't tell me… you—"
Before he could finish, Chiga raised his hand. A black dimensional rift opened before him, rippling with power. Without another word, he stepped inside.
"Now," he said calmly, "it's time to claim the spoils."
Hamura stood frozen in the temple long after he vanished. His voice quivered as he muttered to himself, "With him… those Ōtsutsuki don't stand a chance."
On Earth, the battlefield had gone silent.
Momoshiki and Urashiki hovered in the air, their bodies bisected by golden light. Their wounds were smooth, polished like glass, and utterly bloodless.
"Damn it…" Momoshiki gasped hoarsely. "Who… was that?"
A low hum split the silence. Another black portal unfurled beside Kaguya, and from it stepped Chiga.
Kaguya's eyes widened with pure relief. "Master! You've returned!"
Chiga's expression softened as he met her gaze. "I'm back. You've done well while I was gone."
The giant orb dissolved in Kaguya's hand, her posture easing. "I'm sorry, Master. They came because of me. I dragged you into trouble…"
Chiga chuckled lightly. "Trouble? No, Kaguya. They're nothing but gifts delivered straight to me."
He turned his golden eyes on Momoshiki and Urashiki. The sheer brilliance in them forced even gods to falter.
Momoshiki stiffened. "You… you're the one from the Moon. That light earlier—was it you?!"
Both Kaguya and Urashiki flinched. Could it be true? From the Moon, Chiga had locked onto them across impossible distance, striking with enough force to cut through Ōtsutsuki flesh as if it were parchment?
Kaguya's breath hitched as she stared into his eyes. "Master… those eyes…"
Chiga tilted his head. "You recognize them, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Hamura awakened a pair. He called them the Tenseigan. But yours… yours are far stronger."
Chiga smiled quietly, pressing a hand to his glowing irises. In truth, he had not merely awakened the Tenseigan. He already carried the Rinnegan, and his slumber had been the price of fusing the two. Now, he had begun forging something entirely new.
The results had exceeded even his own expectations.
He looked back to his enemies. The moment his gaze fell upon them, Momoshiki and Urashiki stiffened. Cold dread clawed at them—not just fear, but the primal weight of bloodline suppression.
Urashiki's voice shook as he leaned toward his senior. "Momoshiki-sama, who is he? He feels… like the Great Elder. Could he be one of the Elders?"
Momoshiki's lips thinned. "Impossible! There are only a handful of Elders in the clan, and I know them all. I've never once seen this man!"
Chiga's voice cut through their panic. "Have you two finished talking?"
The patterns in his eyes shifted. Golden light twisted into an eight-pointed star, each ray blazing like a miniature sun. At its center pulsed a black void, a core of infinite suction.
Everyone on the battlefield—Momoshiki, Urashiki, even Kaguya—froze. The crest in his eyes was one they knew well. It was the insignia of their clan itself.
Momoshiki's face drained of color. "That's… impossible! Those are the Clan Head's eyes!"
Urashiki staggered. "Clan Head? But… he vanished ages ago… You're saying he's… the Clan Head?!"
Momoshiki roared in denial, his sanity cracking. "No! He's just a human! He can't be—"
His words were cut short.
The Black pupils in Chiga's eyes expanded, and a gravitational pull surged forth. Neither Momoshiki nor Urashiki could resist. Their bodies shrank, their forms compressed, and in the blink of an eye, they were drawn screaming into the abyss within his gaze.
They didn't even have time to cry out.
The light faded, and Chiga's eyes returned to their golden Tenseigan form. For now, the evolution was incomplete. The hybrid could not yet be maintained indefinitely.
All that remained was a single artifact—the crimson ring Momoshiki had carried, left behind after his erasure.
Chiga raised his hand, and it flew into his palm. He examined it briefly. "The Divine Escort…" he murmured, recalling its name from the clan's ancestral treasures.
Golden flames erupted from his fingers, burning away the ring's crimson hue until it gleamed with the same brilliance as his eyes. He released it, and the ring drifted behind him, settling into orbit like a halo.
With the Divine Escort floating at his back, Chiga's silhouette radiated with divinity.
Kaguya gazed at him wordlessly, while deep within her sleeve Black Zetsu whispered, "Mother… he isn't even human anymore."
Cold sweat prickled Kaguya's spine. She snapped sharply, "Silence!"
Zetsu swallowed his words.
The space warped again. Minato, Obito, Madara, and Itachi emerged from Kamui's dimension. Madara quickly used the Deva Path to stabilize them mid-air, for true flight was still a rare gift among shinobi.
The moment they saw Chiga, their expressions lit up.
"Chiga you're back!" Minato shouted, his voice echoing with relief. But as his eyes fell on the golden suns blazing in Chiga's sockets, his breath caught.
"Chiga… your eyes…"
Chiga arched a brow. "What about them?"
Minato's lips curved, awe glimmering in his face. "…They're beautiful."