An unknown amount of time passed. The morning air was heavy with the scent of scorched earth and dried blood.
At the outskirts of the village—where the battle had first begun—two figures slowly stirred from unconsciousness. Kaguya Sugito and Kaguya Nobuys groaned in pain as they struggled to sit up. Their bodies were riddled with deep bruises, and black rods protruded from their torsos, paralyzing their chakra flow.
Sugito pulled one out with a hiss of pain, his hand trembling. Nobuya did the same, blood dripping down his side. They exchanged a bitter, defeated glance—something that had never passed between them before.
"Who… who was that monk?" Sugito asked, voice hoarse with disbelief. "He took both of us out in an instant."
Neither of them had an answer.
The truth was unavoidable: the arrogance they had carried for so long had blinded them. Raised under the increasingly reckless leadership of Kaguya Musashi, the modern Kaguya clan had grown shallow and prideful—brutes obsessed with the past, unaware of how far behind they had fallen. They had openly disrespected the Mizukage and even whispered dreams of challenging him.
Now they realized how ignorant they truly were.
With heavy steps and aching limbs, they leaned on one another for support and began to walk—toward the heart of the battlefield, where the very earth had been scarred.
When they arrived at the first impact zone—the site of Genji and Isshiki's initial clash—they stood in stunned silence.
Bones. Countless broken bones and ivory fragments littered the ground. Even without awakening their own bloodline limits, the two could recognize the distinctive markings—the signature of the Kaguya clan's most ancient techniques. These were Genji's remains. There was no doubt.
"...He really fought that monk to the death," Nobuya murmured.
They moved on toward the second site, where the final battle had concluded.
There, scattered bone bullets lay like relics of a forgotten war. Three piles of ashes rested in the crater's center, their identities lost to fire and time. Sugito knelt beside them, confused.
"Three?" he whispered. "There were only two fighting…"
Neither of them had awakened the Ash Bone Technique, the pinnacle of the Shikotsumyaku. They could not understand what they were seeing. They simply didn't know that such an attack could reduce the living to dust.
What they also didn't know was that one of the piles wasn't real.(One thing Quon's shadow clone which infact had the kara mark for a brief amout of time before it dispersed)
Before leaving the battlefield Quon had carefully separated a portion of Isshiki's remains and altered the scene with subtle genjutsu and false remains—an illusion meant for one person: Kaguya Musashi. It was a calculated lie to make Musashi believe that Qingsi had died along with Isshiki, hoping to dissuade further pursuit. Musashi, who did possess the Ash Bone Technique, would see the illusion and mistake it for truth.
And it worked.
Far from the battlefield, Quon wandered.
The wind was gentle now, brushing against his cloak as he walked through the unfamiliar forest. He didn't know where he was going—he had never been beyond the exile village. The farthest he had ever traveled was the lake near its edge.
But now… everything had changed.
The moment Isshiki Ōtsutsuki died,The godlike chakra, the consciousness, the dominance—it was all gone. But the residual information, the pure genetic data, remained embedded within Quon due to the shadow clone.
It was a gift.
Isshiki's memories—thousands of years' worth of knowledge, secrets of the Otsutsuki clan, and forbidden ninjutsu—had all begun to flow into Quon's consciousness. It was overwhelming, like trying to contain an ocean within a teacup. But he endured.
Because for Quon, a distant descendant of Ōtsutsuki Hamura, this was his destiny.
His bloodline had long slumbered in obscurity. But now, it awakened. The wedge that had once been a tool of domination had become the perfect nourishment—a trove of divine information merging into his body, his soul, his very DNA.
The more he walked, the more he changed.
His chakra grew deeper, colder, more refined. His senses sharpened. He could feel ancient instincts stirring in his bones, whispering secrets his ancestors once knew.
Life was a path of thorns—but after the pain came flowers.
Qingsi smiled faintly.
He had slain a god.
And now, he was becoming something more.
After fully integrating Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's memories, Quon found himself faced with an unexpected and deeply frustrating revelation:
Isshiki, for all his ancient knowledge and godlike abilities, had never once stepped foot near the border of the Land of Water in his thousands of years on Earth.
Quon stood still for a moment, staring blankly into the dense forest ahead. The world around him was silent, save for the wind rustling the leaves. He sighed with visible annoyance.
"…Great. I have the knowledge of an alien god, and I'm still lost."
Even with his new understanding of space-time ninjutsu, terrain reading, and celestial pathways, Isshiki's memories held no usable reference for the current region. He was, quite simply, walking blind.
With no better option, Quon picked a direction and began moving forward.
The journey was brutal.
The forest seemed endless, and the land was wild—untamed beasts roamed freely, many emboldened by the scent of blood that clung to Quon like a second skin. One after another, predators came for him. Wolves. Serpents. Birds with talons like knives.
All of them died.
The most notable among them was a giant bear, towering and thick with muscle, that roared in challenge before lunging. Quon didn't flinch. With a flick of his hand, his bones erupted from his palm into a sharpened spear—and the beast was brought down in an instant.
"Well," he muttered, looking at the fallen creature. "At least dinner's solved."
But there was a problem: in his haste to flee the village, Quon hadn't taken the storage scroll Genji had left behind. There was no way to store the bear. No fūinjutsu. No help.
So, with a tired sigh, he pulled his own spine from his back, hardened it into a long bone whip, and used it to drag the bear across the forest floor.
A sight so ridiculous it bordered on absurd.
The noble Shikotsumyaku—bloodline limit of the legendary Kaguya clan—reduced to a glorified food-hauler.
He smirked. "Genji would be howling if he saw this."
All the while, the Kāma—or what remained of it—continued to silently reshape his body.
It no longer bore Isshiki's will, but its influence was undeniable. The wedge was being broken down and absorbed slowly by Quon's Otsutsuki-descended bloodline, becoming one with him. Knowledge, genetics, and ancient chakra pathways—everything was fusing within.
At the current rate, he estimated it would take five years to fully digest the remnants of Isshiki's power. Five years of slow transformation. Five years of solitude. Five years of becoming something…
By the third day, his wounds had finally closed, leaving only faint, silver scars. His regeneration had accelerated dramatically thanks to the alien chakra pulsing through his system.
But with healing came hunger—a deep, gnawing kind of hunger that couldn't be ignored.
His body, during its recovery, had wisely conserved energy and dulled his appetite. But now that it was time to grow again, the instincts returned with a vengeance.
He needed fuel.
Quon found a small cave, dry and covered by a curtain of moss. It would do. He cleared it, then set to work.
With practiced movements, he broke apart branches and stacked them into a crude stove. He dragged the bear into place, pulled a bone blade from his forearm, and began to butcher the massive corpse cleanly and efficiently. Every cut was precise. No wasted movement.
Once the meat was prepared and set on the rack, he focused his chakra.
A flicker of heat bloomed in his palm.
Though he had never learned Fire Release, his Otsutsuki bloodline—now awakened—naturally possessed all seven elements: Wind, Lightning, Water, Fire, Earth, Yin, and Yang.
The flame danced to life, obedient and stable.
(Author's note: Just as Nagato's seven chakra natures were due to the Rinnegan implanted by Uchiha Madara, Quon's come from his own lineage—untainted and pure.)
Soon, the cave was filled with the scent of roasted bear meat. Quon ate in silence, consuming enough for three men. Most of the meat disappeared into his stomach, transformed into strength, healing.
After his meal, he sat cross-legged on the stone floor.
He let his chakra flow along the pathways Genji had helped him develop, now further refined by Isshiki's memories.
(Quon hot hurt by the blast of the battle between Genji and Isshiki. So he bears the scar along with the gift left by Isshiki the karma seal which is pure as it doesn't carry the will of Isshiki with it and i wanted to make sure that our mc any way gets his hand on something to make his path a little easier as the ninja world is brutal and cruel also comment if i make any mistakes)
(Stones would be appreciated)
(End of Chapter 10)