Ōtsutsuki Appears

Ōtsutsuki Sugito was furious—very, very furious.

Over the past two years, the Rebel Army had gained more and more ground, and many clan members had made their stance clear: Earth needed to be punished.

To protect their ancestors' wishes, Sugito, as Clan Head, had fought to the bitter end.

Earth had not yet reached the point of no return. As the Shinobi World's watchmen, the Otsutsuki Clan needed to give it plenty of time.

He believed that peace would come one day.

But before he could think of a solution, one of his subordinates suddenly brought word that intruders suspected to be from Earth were on a killing spree in the palace.

In just ten minutes, many clan members had been killed. The intruders were now heading toward the archives.

"The archives?" Sugito's tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly. He knew very well that it was a dead end. Anyone who went in wouldn't be coming back out.

After a moment's thought, he gave a decisive order: "Seal off the information. Under no circumstances can the Rebel Army get wind of this."

If those people found out, they would surely spread the news far and wide, pushing the clan members who were still wavering to join the campaign against Earth.

"Clan Head." His subordinate hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "The intruders are very strong. Our people are no match for them."

"Hmph. If they weren't strong, they wouldn't have made it to the moon." Sugito gritted his teeth, deciding to use one of the Main Family's most prized trump cards.

The Human Puppet army created by their ancestor.

With them, casualties could be minimized. No matter how strong the enemy was, they could wear them down to death.

The only concern was that no one in the clan currently knew how to make puppets. There were plenty of them, but every one used was one less, and there was no way to replenish their ranks.

"I hope they can take those bastards down soon."

As for why Ōtsutsuki Sugito hadn't gone himself, the reason was simple: he was weak.

By the time the Main Family had reached his generation, they were living entirely off the legacy of the past.

Otherwise, if he'd been even a little more capable, the Rebel Army would have been wiped out long ago.

His subordinate had just received the Clan Head's order and was about to leave when another person suddenly rushed in, flustered.

"This is bad! Young Master Taito, he..."

Ōtsutsuki Taito was the Clan Head's only descendant and the future head of the Main Family.

The young man was far stronger and more spirited than his father. When he heard that intruders from Earth had arrived, he immediately led his trusted followers to intercept them.

The result was only to be expected. He had no chance against the Hyuga Clan.

Before he could even give his name, a finger struck a vital point on his chest. He died a gruesome death when the Chakra raging inside him became impossible to suppress.

Crash!

Ōtsutsuki Sugito smashed his favorite cup, swept the entire desk in front of him to the floor, and glared with eyes filled with barely contained fury.

"Earth's people are insatiably greedy. One day, they'll destroy everything."

Those were the Rebel Army's words. He had always scoffed at them, but now, somehow, he could understand what they meant.

Pushing open the meeting room doors, Ōtsutsuki Sugito staggered toward the forbidden grounds behind the palace.

According to legend, their ancestor, Otsutsuki Hamura, was buried in the forbidden grounds. There, he had left behind an ultimate weapon for his descendants.

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

Even if the Branch Family's Rebel Army won, they would never obtain the blessing their ancestor had left behind.

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

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe our ancestor was wrong too. Earth really is beyond saving."

"It must be purged completely!"

Outside the archives, Kyosuke felt his teeth ache.

"You killed Young Master Taito! Our clan will never forgive you!"

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

"I swear, one day I'll drive you all out for good!"

Even though their words couldn't distract the others, the few people from the moon kept hurling abuse at them.

From their curses, Kyosuke had figured out one thing: they'd accidentally killed the Main Family's sole heir.

"Wow. This has gotten way out of hand." His guts twisted.

Honestly, Kyosuke hadn't wanted to make too much of a scene. First and foremost, he needed to make sure they could complete their deal.

But it couldn't be helped. The Jonin from the Hyuga Clan were too brutal. They basically killed everyone on sight.

The enemy was still several kilometers away when they'd already worked out a plan to ambush them.

The result was that they'd taken down the young master on the spot, leaving him to die a truly gruesome death.

"And this guy—didn't he know his own limits? Why rush into the fray? He got what he deserved."

After cursing this person and that, Kyosuke still didn't join the fight. He simply waited for Hyuga Tenjin to find the records on the Tenseigan inside the room.

He knew the archives were a dead end. Facing the enemy's relentless attacks, they'd eventually be unable to hold out.

Luckily, he'd prepared in advance and left a Flying Thunder God mark at the barrier. Once they had what they needed, they could use Flying Thunder God to escape.

"Go on, keep fighting. Just don't throw the moon at us later."

After all, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya was sealed inside the moon.

If they really threw the moon at Earth, who knew what would happen to the planet—but Kaguya would definitely break free.

Then the entire Shinobi World would be done for.

But on second thought, something like that probably wouldn't happen.

The Sage of Six Paths, hidden by the banks of the Pure Land river; his younger brother, whose fate was currently unknown; and Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who was hiding somewhere—all of them would hate to see Kaguya break free.

If that day really came, maybe the old Sage of Six Paths would get so happy he'd grant Kyosuke max-level Yin Power. Then Kyosuke could get himself a Rinne Sharingan to play with.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ahead, a large force of Human Puppets came charging in.

Compared with Sasori of the Red Sands' craft, the Otsutsuki Human Puppet technique was clearly superior.

Puppets could easily be made from materials of any quality, and the user could control them wirelessly from a distance. It was certainly convenient.

Their combat abilities seemed a little inconsistent, though. Aside from firing beams of light, they had no other means of attack.

Ordinary ninja might think that firing beams of light was impressive enough, but against Jonin of the Hyuga Clan, who excelled at Taijutsu, they were nothing special.

One spin of Rotation, and no one gets through!

Whatever those beams were, they'd all be batted away.

Even with so many puppets, they still couldn't break through. Hyuga Tenjin's direct forces were truly extraordinary.

As Kyosuke pondered this, a tremendous boom drew his attention.

"W-what is that?!" Hyuga Kenji, an Elite Jonin, exclaimed in alarm.

Under his Byakugan's gaze, a massive mass of Chakra, blazing as if on fire, was rushing toward them.

One of the Jonin charged forward, but was quickly killed by the other side.

"Damn it! We can't let it get to the Clan Head." Hyuga Kenji sent a signal, calling the remaining three Jonin back.

The moment of the decisive battle had arrived!