Blood flowed beneath the earth, through the veins of the Insects. With every pulse of the enormous rumble, it was pumped out without end and fed into the core.
Whether human, animal, or plant, the remains of corpses were gathered together, drifting and sinking in the great river of blood.
A very, very long time ago, Mimi had sown a field of seeds.
Seeds of Chakra.
Humans alone already numbered seven billion.
Now, Mimi's wheat had ripened.
Progress: twenty percent. Steadily increasing.
In the sky, puppets fired Chakra cannons. Amid crisscrossing sword flashes, they fell like birds shot from the sky.
At that moment, Eagle soared through the heavens, running freely in midair. Endless puppet fragments shattered beneath the sword light, swept away like rotten wood before a storm. Not a single one could withstand a blow.
Hitomi slashed and leaped, dancing gracefully and wildly among the puppet hordes as if slaughtering chicks.
"How can she be this strong?! She's merely a Hyuga clan from the ground!"
The Otsutsuki Clan in the sky watched the scene in panic.
Most of them had lost their combat abilities under the long peace and the Giant Tenseigan's curse. Their entire clan had grown weaker day after day, as though under a death sentence. Besides, they were not ninjas. The only military force they could rely on was the puppet army controlled by the Tenseigan.
And under Hitomi's overwhelming assault—
"We're out of puppets!!!"
The Moon's lack of resources meant they could no longer create more puppets.
The golden Giant Tenseigan floated silently in the air, radiating dazzling light like the sun.
Still, it wasn't all bad news.
"Clan head, they've succeeded!"
On the screen, a puppet squad had bypassed Hitomi, whom they had deliberately lured away, and captured the target.
Hitomi doted too