The Ōtsutsuki had been roaming across villages some he conquered, some he left be due to their weak nature. Although, when the Ōtsutsuki god had wondered across a bridge with his staff he took notice of a young woman with tears in her eyes. The woman was beautiful, angelic even, Isshiki had raised a brow as he heard her sniffles and cries as woodland creatures gathered around the woman. The Ōtsutsuki raised a brow clearly knowing the woman is older than 19 but sobbing like a child. "Hn." The man muttered as he took a step forward "Why are you crying, little one?" His deep and gruff voice spoke with a cold expression.