Naruto: This Genius is Somewhat Ordinary-Chapter 393

Once everything was finished, the Moon Sprite seemed to sense its newfound strength. It let out a cheerful chirp and launched itself at Tōma, scrambling back onto his shoulder and rubbing its face against his cheek.

Tōma’s expression turned subtle... and a little conflicted.

Technically speaking, the Moon Sprite still controlled its own body. Ōtsutsuki Kaguya could only observe the world through its eyes. There was no interference, no influence.

But knowing that Kaguya was sealed inside the little creature made this level of intimacy feel... strange.

Tōma sighed and shook his head. Stopping the Moon Sprite now would only confuse it, so he let it be.

His gaze shifted to the God Tree in the distance—and the white cocoons hanging from its branches. It wasn’t time to free them yet. There were still loose ends to deal with.

A black spatial rift opened beside him.

With a step, Tōma entered it, passing through Yomotsu Hirasaka and returning to the core space once governed by Amenominaka. He went straight to the point where his final kick had landed during the Eight Gates clash.

There, on the ground, lay traces of viscous black liquid.

Black Zetsu.

There was no surprise—taking that hit had annihilated him completely, leaving behind nothing but lifeless residue.

Tōma paused, then extended a hand.

Yin–Yang Release flowed out.

The black liquid spread, pulsed... and life returned.

Facial features formed. Eyes opened.

Black Zetsu stared at Tōma, momentarily struck by a strange sense of familiarity—before hatred surged back and drowned it out.

"Fujimoto Tōma!" Black Zetsu roared. "Where is Mother?!"

"She’s right here," Tōma replied calmly.

He lifted a finger and teased the Moon Sprite on his shoulder. The little creature clung to him with its hind legs and playfully batted at his finger.

Black Zetsu froze.

His gaze locked onto the vertical mark on the Moon Sprite’s forehead. He could feel it.

Mother’s presence.

"You dare—!"

Rage exploded inside him—but no sound came out.

Tōma had already severed his ability to speak.

Black Zetsu could only glare.

"Hm. So your memories carried over," Tōma muttered thoughtfully. "That actually saves me some work."

He nodded to himself.

Originally, he had intended to create a new being based on Black Zetsu’s structure—someone who could operate in the shadows of the unified world, handling everything too dirty to bring into the light.

Now, that wouldn’t be necessary.

A ripple spread through the air in front of Tōma. He reached into it—and pulled out a crow.

The crow.

The one Sasuke had entrusted to him.

The one carrying Uchiha Shisui’s Mangekyō Sharingan.

"So it comes to this after all," Tōma murmured.

He needed Kotoamatsukami.

At his current level, the technique itself wasn’t particularly threatening. Against Six Paths-tier beings, illusions were easily detected and resisted. Strong Yin Release made deception hard to hide.

But Black Zetsu wasn’t Six Paths-level.

Not even close.

And more importantly—Kaguya herself, naive as she was, would have struggled against a sufficiently refined illusion.

The crow fluttered onto Tōma’s other shoulder.

The Moon Sprite bristled, eyes wide, reaching toward it.

"Easy," Tōma said, holding the sprite back.

He poured Yin Release into the crow.

The three tomoe shifted.

A Mangekyō pattern bloomed.

Black Zetsu’s eyes widened in panic. He tried to shut them—only to realize he had no control over his body at all.

Tōma’s gaze aligned with the crow’s.

"Kotoamatsukami."

The moment the words left his mouth, Black Zetsu’s eyes went blank.

Then... clarity returned.

"Tōma-sama."

The voice was respectful. Loyal.

"Do you understand what you’re to do from now on?" Tōma asked.

"Yes," Black Zetsu replied without hesitation. "I will become your eyes in the shadows and remove all obstacles."

He hesitated, then glanced at the Moon Sprite.

"...Please take care of my mother."

"I will," Tōma said simply.

He hadn’t just altered Black Zetsu’s allegiance. He’d rewritten a core belief—one simple truth in Zetsu’s mind:

Kaguya was happiest this way.

That was enough.

After all, if Black Zetsu had one redeeming trait, it was absolute devotion to his mother.

With that settled, Tōma reopened Yomotsu Hirasaka and returned to the main world. Black Zetsu followed respectfully.

On Tōma’s shoulders now stood two very different companions—one a jealous little Moon Sprite, the other a crow bearing a Mangekyō Sharingan.

An odd sight.

He approached the God Tree and placed a hand against its trunk.

It responded instantly—growing, stretching skyward once more.

Tōma ascended to the top and looked at the crimson, nine-tomoe Rinne-Sharingan embedded there.

He hadn’t planned this before.

But now... he could.

Placing his hand on it, he altered the pattern within—rewriting the tomoe into the same Mangekyō design as the crow’s eye.

He considered his goal.

Total mind control would be dull. A world of obedient puppets wasn’t worth ruling.

Instead, he imposed something simpler.

Acceptance.

Unity.

The idea that unification was natural.

That would be enough.

Floating into the air, Tōma formed a hand seal and looked up at the red moon.

"Infinite Kotoamatsukami."

The moon changed.

Rings appeared. Tomoe formed. The Mangekyō pattern emerged.

Light poured down—identical to Infinite Tsukuyomi in reach, but utterly different in purpose.

Moments later, the glow faded.

Tōma landed.

And another presence appeared beside him.

The Sage of Six Paths.

"...Is this truly the right choice?" the Sage asked quietly.

"It is," Tōma replied, stretching lazily. "If not now, then later. And later would cost far more lives."

The Sage fell silent.

"...Perhaps."

"I won’t hold this position forever," Tōma continued. "If it ever becomes a burden to the world, someone will rise to overturn it. That’s how this world works."

The Sage stared at him, baffled.

"You seek unity... yet speak as though you don’t care for power."

"Because I don’t," Tōma said lightly. "I just found this interesting."

The Sage laughed bitterly. "You truly are... terrifying."

"Thank you."

The Sage sighed, his form beginning to fade.

Before disappearing, he spoke once more. "May I ask one thing?"

"I’ll take care of her," Tōma said, already knowing.

The Sage smiled.

"...Then I have no regrets."

And with that, he vanished.

Tōma looked up at the sky.

The world was moving forward.

And for the first time in a long while—

he wondered what might finally be able to catch his interest again.