Meanwhile, Ōtsutsuki Toneri stepped through the Teleportation Formation and into the glowing hot spring.
After washing the literal centuries of lunar shit off his pale skin, he surfaced from the water.
"Ōtsutsuki Toneri. You finally showed up. You are a massive disappointment."
Before the blind Otsutsuki could even open his mouth to monologue, a voice called out his full name from the shore.
Toneri froze like a deer in headlights.
'How does some random from elemental nation know my name?'
Wait. Not only did they know his name, but their smug tone suggested they knew his entire family history.
All the edgy, rehearsed villain speeches Toneri had planned to deliver caught in his throat!
"Disappointed? What disappointment?" Toneri asked, instantly falling into Makoto's conversational trap.
Earlier, when analyzing Naruto's infamous Talk-no-Jutsu targets—ranging from stubborn edgelords to pliable victims—Toneri had stood out as the most baffling, empty-headed case of them all.
The fanbase still debated whether Naruto had actually overturned his opponents ideologies through empathy, or if the villains had just harbored those doubts all along.
Toneri was a different beast.
Naruto just beat the crap out of him without empathizing with him at all, and somehow still delivered a flawless Talk-no-Jutsu to make him surrender.
To the uninitiated, it might seem like Naruto's fist was imbued with Asura chakra, transforming his right hook into a literal "personality correction punch."
Of course, the psychology made sense.
For an arrogant, sheltered kid like Toneri, raw strength was the foundation of his fragile ego.
Getting folded like a lawn chair by Naruto while in his god-tier Tenseigan mode was like Orochimaru witnessing Kabuto's entire snake-dragon life cycle—realizing that even at max level, he was still just mid and finally giving up on his cringe ambitions.
In essence, Toneri exemplified the proverb, 'To think without learning is mental illness.'
He loved to sit on his desolate rock and ponder deep philosophy, but his total lack of actual knowledge led him to unhinged conclusions the more he thought.
Naruto, on the other hand, had the ultimate defense.
Since the blonde idiot neither studied nor pondered anything, he never experienced an existential crisis.
"Since you are the very last of Hamura's inbred descendants up there on that rock, its time you knew the truth," Makoto said to Toneri, who looked like a lost toddler.
"The... the truth?" Toneri's confusion deepened. What truth?
"We, the silent observers of the Earth's Shinobi World, have been watching the pathetic development of Hamura's descendants on the Moon this entire time. Do not blame us for refusing to stop your genetic mistakes. The Hyuga Clan's pure bloodline remains preserved down here on Earth, so there was zero risk of your lineage actually being severed. We hoped you moon-dwellers would eventually realize your own errors, but instead, you just marched straight toward your own incestuous extinction."
Makoto's somber, disappointed sigh sent a massive jolt of panic through Toneri's chest.
'What the fuck? The Shinobi World had been observing them?!'
'Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?'
Makoto smirked. "Are you standing there thinking, 'Shouldn't we, the noble and edgy Ōtsutsuki Clan, be observing the dirty mortals of the Shinobi World from above? How could you primitive apes be observing us?'"
"..."
Toneri felt a cold sweat break out on his pale back.
He hadn't uttered a single words, yet this random man had somehow read his mind.
Could he really have been under a microscope by someone from the Shinobi World his entire life?
"This tragic story begins in ancient times. After sealing their mother into a giant rock, the Sage of the Six Paths—Hagoromo—and your ancestor, Hamura, fell into deep depression."
"They had no clue why their mother had acted like a tyrant, they couldn't find a logical reason."
"The Sage of the Six Paths believed she was just plain evil, but Hamura disagreed."
"Thus, the two brothers began a millennium-long debate on whether human nature was inherently good or inherently trash."
"This debate dragged on, and eventually, the two gods decided to conduct a massive social experiment."
Having fabricated several blockbuster movie scripts already, Makoto spin these fake historical tales like a master, weaving the bullshit on the spot.
As mentioned, Toneri was a textbook case of "thinking without learning leads to brain rot."
He loved pondering fake-deep philosophical questions.
When Makoto posed the classic debate—"Is human nature inherently good or evil?"—Toneri took the bait and became engrossed in contemplation.
This high-level philosophical topic, far more complex than arguing over mundane things, occupied his limited mental strength and made the moon boy trust Makoto's narrative even more.
"An experiment? Could it be...?" Toneri's pale body trembled.
"Spot on! That grand social experiment was you—all of you who were shoved onto the Moon for strict quarantine!" Makoto declared.
"Originally, Hamura's goal was to provide zero moral guidance, just observing whether your isolated society would lean toward good or evil. But he couldn't bear to let his test subjects fall into total corruption. So he left you a learning pathway: the physical means to travel down to the Shinobi World, touch some grass and observe reality for yourselves."
"Sadly, your ancestor misjudged your intelligence levels."
"Do you think I'm going to feed your ego and say that your Main Family, who were wiped out, sought to protect the Earth and were therefore the 'good guys,' while your Branch Family, who sought to destroy it, were the 'bad guys'?"
Makoto laughed coldly. "That is not the case at all. The literal second you moon freaks declared yourselves 'Ōtsutsuki' and claimed to stand above us mortals as the holy judges of Earth's fate, you committed the ultimate sin of arrogance. From that moment onward, your path to extinction was set in stone, it was only a matter of time."
"Furthermore, Hamura left you a passage to the Shinobi World for one highly specific purpose: to find normal mates."
"Yet, obsessed with preserving your fake 'bloodline purity,' you racist weirdos refused to intermarry with the Shinobi World for a thousand years, believing your noble 'Otsutsuki' DNA had to remain untainted. You idiots never even considered the basic medical consequences of inbreeding and the severe birth defects it causes."
Makoto leaned in, his voice dropping. "You yourself were born without eyeballs in your skull due to generations of incest, yet you never once pondered the connection. Am I right or wrong?"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Toneri was struck like he had been hit by a lightning bolt!
He collapsed to his knees in the shallow hot spring water with a pathetic splash.
His blindness since birth... it was just a byproduct of incest?!
He had spent his whole life believing his lack of eyes was a unique destiny bestowed upon him by his ancestors for a grand purpose!
"I... no... how could this be?" Toneri struggled to process the psychological hit.
The cursed medical lore Makoto just dropped on him was more nauseating than the time Toneri accidentally swallowed a mouthful of Kakashi's shit while swimming in the septic tank.
"Why is it impossible?" Makoto scoffed. "Even if we entertain your delusion—that the Shinobi World and you moon creeps were mutually monitoring each other—by what right do you presume to judge us?"
"Even with our countless bloody wars and the earth-shattering casualties of the Shinobi World Wars, there has never been a single sign of species extinction down here."
"In contrast, your precious lunar society turned on each other in a civil war, engaged in rampant incestuous breeding to maintain 'purity', and now you are the sole, pathetic survivor of a dead rock."
"If global destruction and rebirth are truly the only solution to failure, then who is more deserving of annihilation? Earth, or the Moon? Do you lack basic self-awareness?"
Thump! Thump!
Toneri, kneeling in the glowing water, frantically clutched his pale eyeless head.
'Yes, who truly deserves to be destroyed?'
He had envisioned stealing the Byakugan to destroy the Shinobi World and rebuild it anew—but why?
Wasn't it just because he saw the Shinobi World ravaged by war and deemed Hagoromo's creation a massive failure?
Yet, until today, it had never crossed his brain that if the Sage's creation on Earth was flawed, how could the dead, incestuous wasteland their ancestors built on the Moon possibly be any better?
Toneri was having a total mental breakdown!
The surrounding onlookers—Tobirama, Kakashi, Rin, and the rest—watched the scene unfold in silence.
Their gazes toward Makoto were filled with sheer awe and a healthy dose of fear.
'This man is the true god of gaslighting!'
'A grand manipulator who weaponizes pure Talk-no-Jutsu.'