The moon was split in half by Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko's Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, and its shattered fragments began falling toward the ninja world.
Inside the chat group—
Namikaze Minato: "@Lucas, the moon isn't really going to fall… right? I just saw it start descending!"
Lucas: "Relax, I've got this. @Lancelot, hand over your [Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands]."
Lancelot: "…Why?"
Lucas: "Because I can summon your Dumb King. Are you sure you don't want to cooperate?"
Lancelot: "…Fine. Using my King to threaten me—despicable! But I have no choice."
Though unwilling, Lancelot couldn't find a way to refuse. In the end, he sent his [Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands ] to Lucas.
Ding!
Lancelot has sent an exclusive red envelope (Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands ) to Group Leader Lucas.
The moment Lucas accepted the skill, his body shot forward at lightning speed, instantly closing the distance to Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko.
"Courting death!"
Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko's expression twisted into madness as he prepared to unleash another Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.
Snap!
Lucas raised his right hand with ease, catching Tsukihiko's wrist mid-swing, instantly stopping the golden wheel's momentum.
At the same time, his left hand stretched out toward the massive Tenseigan floating mid-air. Activating [Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands], he seized control.
"Your weapon is good, but once I touch it, it's mine."
The moment Lucas laid his hand on the Tenseigan, it was no longer Tsukihiko's. The overwhelming power that had been blessing him disappeared in an instant.
"What… what have you done?!"
Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko's face paled in sheer horror as his greatest source of power was stripped away.
Lucas smirked. "I need a test subject for my experiments. A lunatic like you is just perfect."
Before Tsukihiko could react, Lucas activated a Rinnegan genjutsu, knocking him unconscious. He then grabbed the fallen Ōtsutsuki and tossed him to Whitebeard, who was watching from a distance.
With that done, Lucas moved inside the Ōtsutsuki Clan's building, where he found Hyuga Hiashi, his two daughters, and Ōtsutsuki Toneri—all under the influence of a controlling technique.
Since Ōtsutsuki Toneri had been born without eyes, Rinnegan genjutsu wouldn't work on him. Lucas had no choice but to knock him out with brute force.
"Let's go."
Floating the unconscious captives with the Tenseigan's power, Lucas carried them along with Whitebeard, guiding them back toward the ninja world—while the shattered moon fragments fell toward the surface.
Meanwhile, back in Konoha, Namikaze Minato stood in the Hokage's office, staring out his window at the massive meteorite looming in the sky.
Inside the chat group—
Namikaze Minato: "@Lucas, do you have a solution for this?! If not, we're on our own!"
Lucas: "Why the panic? I already told you I've got it handled."
With a confident smirk, Lucas raised his hands.
"Planetary Devastation!"
A pitch-black sphere shot into the sky, unleashing an immense gravitational pull. The scattered moon fragments, which had been plummeting toward the earth, were forcefully drawn back together.
Across the ninja world, countless people gazed upward in terror, the terrain of the descending meteorite clearly visible. Just as they braced for impact, the fragments reversed course, flying back into the sky and reassembling into the moon as if time had turned backward.
"Breathtaking…"
Whitebeard and the others, protected by the Tenseigan's barrier, watched the rebirth of the moon unfold before their eyes. The sheer impossibility of what they had just witnessed shattered their understanding of the world.
"I don't know how the moon was created in your world," Lucas remarked casually, glancing at Whitebeard and his crew. "But in this world, this is how things work."
As the Tenseigan's power stabilized, Lucas descended back to Konoha with the captives.
"Lord Lucas, we deeply appreciate your help!"
Hyuga Hiashi awoke in a cold sweat. He had almost lost both of his daughters—his entire lineage—to the Ōtsutsuki.
Lucas shook his head. "Don't mention it. You are my subordinates, after all. It's my responsibility to protect you. I'm not like Sarutobi Hiruzen, who easily abandons his own people."
Hyuga Hiashi hesitated before asking, "I don't understand… what exactly did they need us for?"
Lucas smirked and explained the method of Tenseigan synthesis, then turned to the still-unconscious Ōtsutsuki father and son. "I'll be conducting some experiments soon. I hope you'll cooperate."
Hiashi's eyes widened, but then a smile formed on his face. "Of course! I will gladly cooperate!"
For the Hyuga Clan, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Unlike others, Hiashi wasn't worried about Lucas surpassing him. He had already seen Lucas's overwhelming power firsthand.
Namikaze Minato frowned. "Lord Lucas, I have a question. If they captured the Hyuga Patriarch to create the Tenseigan, why did they also capture Hinata and Hanabi?"
Lucas shifted his gaze to the unconscious Ōtsutsuki Shiren and sneered. "Because his son needs a pair of Byakugan… and a pure-blooded wife."
As soon as those words left his mouth, Hinata and Hanabi visibly stiffened.
Someone had already set their eyes on them?!
Disgusting.
"Send them to the lab."
With the Ōtsutsuki father and son properly sealed, Lucas signaled for the Anbu to transport them to the laboratory—where they would be preserved for future experimentation.
In the Chat Group
Gengetsu Hōzuki: "@Lucas, Iwagakure's forces are pretty stubborn. Do you want to step in and teach them a lesson?"
Lucas: "Do I have to handle everything myself? It's just Iwagakure—can't you deal with them?"
Gengetsu Hōzuki: "Defeating them isn't the issue. The problem is the losses we'll suffer in the process. If you step in, we can minimize the damage on our side."
Lucas: "No need! Just keep our losses low; I don't care about theirs. Lucky for you, I've got two pirates itching for a fight. I'll send them over to… 'relax.'"
Whitebeard: "I'm in!"
Fire Fist Ace: "Me too!"
Having been beaten by Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko, both Whitebeard and Ace were brimming with frustration. Iwagakure was about to become their perfect punching bag.
Iwagakure Battlefield
At the front lines of the Ninja Alliance, Gengetsu Hōzuki stood at the helm, grinning as he looked at the elderly Tsuchikage hovering in midair.
"Ōnoki, you're in trouble now," he taunted. "You should've surrendered earlier when you had the chance. It won't be that easy anymore."
Ōnoki scowled, his aged voice laced with anger. "Shut up! Iwagakure was built by generations of Tsuchikage and countless heroes! We've poured everything into it—how could I abandon it so easily?!"
After witnessing Lucas's overwhelming power and the fate of Kumogakure, Ōnoki had already considered surrendering. However, Lucas's demands were unacceptable—dismantling Iwagakure, disbanding their forces, and relocating to a unified ninja village. That would erase Iwagakure's very existence, something Ōnoki could not accept.
Lucas, on the other hand, saw this as the fastest route to peace—wiping out the hatred between ninja villages and forcing unity. Ōnoki didn't understand that logic. He only knew that Iwagakure could not be erased.
Ōnoki was now caught in the same paradox as Ōtsutsuki Tsukihiko—he had invested too much into his ideals and could no longer back out.
Lucas had seen countless people like him before. It wasn't a problem. If Ōnoki refused to accept reality, then he'd simply be crushed by it.
In an instant, Lucas teleported to the battlefield, bringing Whitebeard and Fire Fist Ace with him. He glanced at the opposing Iwagakure forces and waved his hand lazily.
"Go."
Whitebeard strode forward, a booming laugh escaping his lips.
"Gurararara! Come on! Let's have some fun!"
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit's white energy halo surrounded his fist before he slammed it forward. A devastating shockwave exploded outward.
"Earth Style – Earth Wall!"
Hundreds of Iwagakure ninjas moved in unison, creating a towering barrier of stone walls to block the attack.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The first eighty walls crumbled instantly, but the remaining barriers barely managed to hold off Whitebeard's attack.
Whitebeard's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh? So this is how ninjas fight? Not bad!"
"If properly trained, hundreds of shinobi working together could even take down someone far stronger than themselves."
Lucas smirked and reached toward the ground. The earth beneath him twisted, shifting into pure gold, which he molded into a blade resembling Whitebeard old weapon. He casually tossed it to Whitebeard.
"Here, use this."
Whitebeard grinned, gripping the golden weapon. "Appreciate it, Group Leader!"
Without hesitation, he charged back into battle.
Seeing Whitebeard surrounded by enemy shinobi, Ace leaped into the battle, flames bursting from his fist.
"Fire Fist!"
A torrent of flames surged forward, colliding against Iwagakure's Earth Style techniques, igniting the battlefield.
Lucas, meanwhile, sat back, forming a golden throne out of the transformed earth. A coffee table appeared in front of him as he pulled out a sealed scroll, retrieving tea and snacks.
Thousands fought below him, and he simply watched and sipped tea.
"Busy lives are fulfilling, but comfort… this is the real pleasure," Lucas mused as he enjoyed the spectacle.
Up above, Ōnoki's aged form hovered, his hands forming a bright white cube of energy.
"Dust Release – Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
A deadly white beam shot toward Whitebeard and Ace.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed. "Dust Release, huh? Troublesome technique!"
"Ace! Don't try to block it!"
Despite his massive frame, Whitebeard moved with astonishing agility, dodging the deadly attack with ease.
"Damn it!" Ōnoki cursed.
These two unknown people weren't just powerful—they were ridiculously fast and had instincts that let them predict attacks.
Even worse, they weren't even taking the fight seriously.
Ōnoki's gaze shifted to Lucas, who sat comfortably in the distance, sipping tea.
"Maybe… I should target him instead?"
For a moment, Ōnoki hesitated, the Dust Release energy in his hands flickering.
But he stopped himself.
He knew better.
Killing Lucas wouldn't change anything—and if he failed, Iwagakure wouldn't just lose the battle, it would be erased from history.
He had seen what happened to the Raikage Clan of Kumogakure.
That seemingly carefree young man was far more ruthless than his easygoing demeanor suggested.
Finally, Ōnoki made his decision.
"Iwagakure… surrenders!"
He gritted his teeth and accepted all of Lucas's conditions.
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