The Six Paths Brothers: Mother! Is Shimizu the outsider, or are we?

At this moment, Hagoromo was in no mood to reply to his brother; his mind was filled with the echoes of every scene he had spent with Haori in the past.

He stood rooted to the spot, his heart feeling as if it had been torn into fragments, each piece screaming and struggling.

"Why?" Hagoromo's throat felt as though it were being constricted by iron chains, unable to produce a sound. That unspeakable fury and sense of powerlessness flooded his reason like a tidal wave.

Could it be... that everything before was just an illusion?

Was it Shimizu she truly loved?

Hagoromo's vision grew increasingly blurred; he felt his ability to see through things beginning to fade.

Just as it was about to vanish, Hagoromo took one last look in that direction.

He wanted to walk over, wanted to put a stop to all of this, but what right did he have to dictate Haori's thoughts?

Even if Haori were a mere mortal, her life should be hers to decide.

No... that wasn't right.

In the very instant before his vision dissipated, Hagoromo looked past Shimizu's back, piercing through to Haori's face.

At this moment, Haori's expression was one of pain, as if she were enduring something.

"It's Shimizu who is..."

Hagoromo already understood what was happening.

"Brother, your eyes..."

Hamura's eyes widened in disbelief.

He saw that Hagoromo's originally pure white pupils had turned crimson.

Upon them, three tomoe were slowly rotating.

It was... it was almost like a miniature version of the eye on their mother's forehead.

"Hamura, let's go over and see."

Hagoromo had suddenly become much more mature.

His younger brother, confused, had no choice but to follow Hagoromo over.

The two crossed through the dense thicket and walked toward the front.

"Hurry, Hagoromo is coming."