The Otsutsuki clan head knelt on the ground, burying his face in his palms as his shoulders heaved violently.
Thousands of years of perseverance—the clansmen who had frozen to death and starved to death on the moon, those who had given everything to create the Giant Tenseigan—all of it had become a joke.
The world he had wanted to destroy was actually like this...
"AAAAARGH—"
The clan head roared, then pulled a gray bone spike from his sleeve.
Gripping the bone spike in reverse, he aimed it at his throat and drove it down hard.
Die... Only death can atone for this...
"Clink."
With a crisp sound, the bone spike stopped an inch from his throat.
Several thick Whitesnakes shot from Orochimaru's sleeve and tightly coiled around his wrist.
"Let me die!"
The clan head howled, tears and snot smeared all over his face.
"I have no right to live... I'm a sinner!"
"Death is merely another form of escape.
"It cannot solve anything either..."
Orochimaru took the weapon from the clan head's hand.
"Feeling guilty? Then spend the rest of your life building this world..."
As he spoke, Orochimaru extended a hand to the Otsutsuki clan head.
The clan head stared at that hand.
After a long while, he finally reached out with a trembling hand covered in dust and blood and clasped it.
The moon, an underground shelter belonging to the Otsutsuki main family.
It was as cold as an ice cellar, and the air carried the scent of old lime and rotting cloth.
Several old men in tattered white robes huddled on stone chairs, staring at Orochimaru and the branch family clan head, who had suddenly appeared before them.
Afterward, the branch family clan head stepped forward and gathered all the clansmen on the moon, beginning