An Ōtsutsuki appeared

Ōtsutsuki Sugito was angry-very, very angry.

Over the past two years, the rebels had gained increasing influence, and many clansmen had voiced their support for punishing Earth.

To uphold his ancestor's last wishes, Sugito had fought them to the bitter end as clan leader.

Earth was not beyond saving yet. As its overseers, the Ōtsutsuki needed to show the shinobi world sufficient patience.

He believed peace would come one day.

But before he could devise a solution, his subordinates suddenly reported that intruders, suspected to be Earthlings, were slaughtering people inside the palace.

In just ten minutes, several clansmen had already been killed. Now the intruders were fleeing toward the archives.

"The archives?" His tightly knitted brows relaxed slightly. Sugito knew perfectly well that the place was a dead end. Anyone who went in could forget about getting out.

After a brief moment of thought, he decisively ordered, "Suppress the news. Under no circumstances can the rebels learn of this."

If those people found out, they would publicize it relentlessly, drawing the hesitant clansmen into the faction campaigning against Earth.

"Clan leader." His subordinate hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said, "The intruders are extremely powerful. Our people are no match for them."

"Hmph. They wouldn't have made it to the moon if they weren't strong." Sugito clenched his teeth and decided to deploy one of the Main Family's greatest trump cards.

The human puppet forces created by their ancestor.

With them, casualties could be kept to a minimum. No matter how powerful the enemy was, they could wear them down until they died.

His only concern was that no one in the clan currently possessed the knowledge to manufacture puppets. There were many of them, but every one they used up was one fewer they had, with no way to replenish their numbers.

"I hope we can take those bastards down quickly."

As for why Ōtsutsuki Sugito did not go himself, the reason was simple: he was far too weak.

By his generation, the Main Family was living entirely off its past achievements.

Otherwise, if he had been even a little more capable, the rebels would have been wiped out long ago.

Having received the clan leader's orders, his subordinate was about to leave when another man suddenly rushed in, panicking.

"Something terrible has happened! Young Master Taito... he..."

Ōtsutsuki Taito was the clan leader's only child, and the future heir to the Main Family's leadership.

The boy was considerably stronger and bolder than his father. Upon hearing that intruders had come from Earth, he had immediately led his trusted followers to intercept and kill them.

The outcome was predictable. He could not possibly have been a match for the Hyuga Clan.

Before he could even give his name, a finger struck a vital point on his chest. He died horribly as the chakra inside him rampaged out of control.

Crash!

Ōtsutsuki Sugito smashed his favorite cup and overturned the entire desk before him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fury.

"Earthlings are insatiably greedy. One day, they will destroy everything."

That was the rebels' proclamation. He had once scoffed at it, yet now, inexplicably, he could understand what it meant.

Pushing open the meeting room doors, Ōtsutsuki Sugito staggered toward the Forbidden Land behind the palace.

Rumor had it that their ancestor, Ōtsutsuki Hamura, was buried in the Forbidden Land, where he had left the ultimate weapon for his descendants.

It was the highest secret, known only to the most legitimate descendants of the Main Family.

Even if the Branch Family's rebels won, they would have no way to obtain the blessings their ancestor had left behind.

"Earthlings, not one of you will leave here alive."

"Perhaps I was wrong, and our ancestor was wrong too. Earth truly is beyond saving."

"That place must be purged completely!"

Outside the archives, Kyosuke felt his gums starting to ache.

"You killed Young Master Taito! Our clan will never let you get away with this!"

"You filthy Earthlings! You all deserve to go to hell!"

"I swear we'll drive every last one of you out someday!"

Even though their words could not distract their opponents, the few moon dwellers facing them kept hurling abuse with all their might.

From their insults, Kyosuke had more or less figured out one thing: they had accidentally killed the Main Family's sole heir.

"Damn, this has really blown up." His liver was starting to hurt.

Honestly, Kyosuke had not wanted to cause such a huge commotion. At the very least, he wanted to make sure they could complete their deal first.

But what could he do? The Hyuga Clan's jonin were far too vicious. They basically killed everyone they saw.

While the enemy was still several kilometers away, they had already worked out how to ambush and kill them.

And so they had dropped the young master right there on the spot. His death had been downright gruesome.

"That guy, too-didn't he know his own limits? Why stick his nose into this for no reason? He had it coming."

Kyosuke cursed one person after another without stepping forward to join the fighting. He simply waited for Hyuga Tennin to find information about the Tenseigan inside the room.

He knew the archives were a dead end. Facing wave after wave of enemy attacks, they would eventually be unable to hold out.

Fortunately, he had prepared ahead of time and left a Flying Thunder God mark at the barrier. Once they had what they wanted, he could simply use Flying Thunder God to get away.

"Fight all you want. Just don't throw the moon in our faces later."

After all, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was sealed inside the moon.

If they really hurled the moon at them, there was no telling what would happen to Earth, but Kaguya would definitely break free of her seal.

At that point, the entire shinobi world would have to call GG.

Still, thinking it over carefully, something like that probably would not happen.

The Sage of Six Paths, hidden by the river in the Pure Land, his younger brother, whose fate was currently unknown, and Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who was hiding who knew where-none of them would be happy to see Kaguya break free.

If that day really came, perhaps the Sage of Six Paths would be pleased enough to grant him fully powered Yin Power outright. Then he could get himself a Rinne Sharingan to play around with.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ahead, a large force of human puppets came charging in.

Compared with Sasori of the Red Sands' craftsmanship, the Ōtsutsuki's human puppet techniques were clearly superior.

Regardless of the quality of the materials, they could easily turn them into human puppets, and the user could control them remotely without wires. It was certainly convenient.

Their combat capabilities seemed rather uneven, though. Beyond firing balls of light with a pew-pew-pew, they had no other means of attack.

Ordinary ninja might find that pew-pew-pew impressive enough, but to the Hyuga Clan's jonin, who were skilled in taijutsu, these opponents were nothing special.

Once Rotation started spinning, it spared no one!

Whatever balls of light came their way were all knocked flying.

Despite their numbers, the puppet forces could not even break a path through. Hyuga Tennin's personal troops truly were extraordinary.

Boom!

As he was thinking, a deafening explosion caught Kyosuke's attention.

"Wh-what is that?!" Hyuga Kenji, an elite jonin, let out a somewhat panicked cry.

Under his Byakugan's gaze, an enormous mass of chakra, so vast it seemed to be burning, was rapidly approaching their position.

One of the jonin charged forward, only to be killed by the enemy moments later.

"Damn it, we can't let it interfere with the clan leader." Hyuga Kenji sent a signal, calling the remaining three jonin back.

The moment of the decisive battle had arrived!