"So... that’s how it is!"
After the turmoil, Hamura’s aged Soul seemed to have all its supporting strength drained away in an instant, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, dejected.
Through the Sealing Space, he stared blankly at the center of the Seal, at the silhouette of his massive mother, who remained with her head bowed, silent, as if cut off from the world.
"Heh... hehehe..."
A low, dry laugh, filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery, escaped Hamura’s lips, echoing in the silent Sealing Space, sounding exceptionally jarring and sorrowful.
"So the beginning of all this... this tragedy, misunderstanding, sacrifice, and protection that has lasted for a thousand years... was actually just because of... a lack of communication!"
He repeated this sentence twice, his tone filled with absurdity and disbelief.
"Really... why, Mother?"
Hamura’s voice suddenly rose, the emotions suppressed for a thousand years finally erupting at this moment.
"Why didn’t you trust me and my brother? Why would you rather choose that lonely, cruel way of pushing everyone away, instead of telling us the truth and letting us face it with you?"
"Are we not... your Family?"
He roared the last sentence, his Soul-form fluctuating violently, showing the extreme turmoil in his heart.
It was precisely because she was his mother that he found it so hard to control himself.
Because his mother did not trust him and his brother.
He felt lost; his thousand-year vigil seemed to have become a massive joke.
He felt pain for those pointless sacrifices and for the avoidable rift between mother and son.
He felt madness; the truth was so simple, yet it so cruelly overturned all his understanding and efforts.
Hamura and the descendants who chose to remain on the moon, guarding their mother’s Seal for generations, had withered away here for a thousand years.
Enduring loneliness, bearing responsibility, and even suffering a brutal civil war due to ideological differences within...
They paid such a heavy price, only to end up with this truth?
Calculating it this way:
To resist the potential Otsutsuki enemies, Mother chose the simplest and most direct method: creating an army of absolutely loyal White Zetsu.
And he and his brother accidentally discovered the "truth" that those chosen by Mother for "transformation" would die.
Thus, based on the ideals of "justice" and "protection," they confronted their mother and eventually sealed her here.
He and his descendants had guarded the Seal for thousands of years to prevent Mother from "wreaking havoc on the world."
Even half of their descendants were killed by the other half due to different ideologies.
Such a long time, such tragic sacrifices, such heavy responsibility and pain...
What was it all for?
Just for this phrase, "I forgot"?
This realization, like the sharpest blade, repeatedly cut through Hamura’s exhausted Soul.
He felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness and absurdity; the pillar of belief that had supported him for a thousand years crumbled at this moment, shattering into dust.
Kaguya, inside the Seal, seemed to be startled by Hamura’s sudden, extremely intense emotional outburst.
She raised her head slightly again, looking somewhat bewildered and surprised at her son outside the Seal, who was sitting cross-legged, losing control of his emotions, looking incredibly old, stern, furious, and dejected.
The second son before her was completely different from the boy in her memory—who, though silent, was firm, always followed silently behind his brother, and had clear eyes.
Time and misunderstanding had carved him into this strange, painful, and weather-beaten appearance.
This left Kaguya momentarily dazed, even forgetting that she was the "Mother," the existence who should be dignified and in control of everything.
In the face of her son’s surging pain, her pride had long since flown away somewhere.
Her lips moved again, and this time, her voice was a little clearer than before, carrying a clumsy, hesitant tone as if trying to comfort him without knowing how, even appearing somewhat cautious:
"Sor... sorry..."
She was a member of the Otsutsuki clan, possessing supreme power in the eyes of existences outside the Otsutsuki, viewing all living things as ants.
However, pride did not mean she was smart, nor did it mean she was good at handling complex emotions and interpersonal relationships.
To some extent, Indra inherited her essence of appearing aloof on the outside, while her inner thinking might be a bit straightforward or even foolish.
Indra was exceptionally talented, powerful, and cold in appearance, but his way of thinking was often very direct, extreme, lacking flexibility, and prone to getting stuck in a rut.
Uchiha Sasuke was the same.
He appeared to be an aloof, cool, revenge-driven avenger, but in reality, his thinking pattern was also very straightforward in some aspects.
Although Sasuke’s IQ was slightly higher than Naruto’s in the original setting, neither of them had an IQ higher than Akamaru’s.
Sasuke’s actions were often driven by intense emotions, his thinking path was direct, and he easily tended towards extremes.
In fact, even Uchiha Itachi couldn’t completely escape this.
Itachi’s strategy was undoubtedly very high-level, but when dealing with the ultimate dilemma of "the conflict between the Village and the Family," his thinking pattern also appeared very "direct" and "extreme" to some extent.
"Well, since the conflict is irreconcilable and cannot be settled in both ways, then I will choose the Village I love more."
"Listening to the higher-ups to kill my whole Family, bearing all the sins, letting my brother live to obtain my eyes in the future and evolve them into an Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan—wouldn’t that’solve’ the problem?"
This kind of solution, while having the helplessness of its time and standpoint, was essentially a "one-size-fits-all" approach that abandoned more complex communication, mediation, and seeking other possibilities.
Their thinking was very extreme; once they set their sights on a direction, it was hard to turn back, yet they were not "smart" in the traditional sense.
They possessed great power and firm willpower, but when dealing with complex issues like "relationships" and "emotions," they often appeared clumsy, direct, and even... a bit "dim."
Third Hokage said Itachi had the thinking style of a Hokage; if all Hokage thought like Itachi, Hidden Leaf Village would have been finished long ago.
Kaguya was perhaps the source of this trait.
Powerful to the point of being almost god-like, yet most of the time, she was as clumsy as a child.
Listening to his mother’s clumsy "sorry" and watching her somewhat bewildered appearance, the fury and madness in Hamura’s heart dissipated rapidly like a popped balloon, replaced by a deeper, more powerless fatigue and sorrow.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn’t say anything.
He just continued to sit there dejectedly, looking at his mother inside the Seal, his eyes hollow, as if he had lost all color.
The Sealing Space fell into dead silence once again.
But this time, the silence no longer held the tension of a standoff; instead, it was filled with an absurd and sorrowful atmosphere.
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