"How about I take you flying?!"
Mingye's brow twitched sharply. That joke was clearly steeped in resentment—anyone forced to pretend to be someone else every day would be in a foul mood. Mingye quickly scrambled to his feet and backed away two steps. Izuna's eyes resembled Sasuke's final form from the future, though they were even more complex.
"Beating up your little brother is against the law!"
"Then isn't a little brother killing his big brother against the law too?!"
Mingye instinctively retreated while Izuna advanced with a smile. Mingye flashed away and turned to flee, but Izuna caught up with him in an instant. The spatial ninjutsu he had learned from Mingye became his own in the blink of an eye. With a slight pat of one hand, cracks rippled through the entire space, and Mingye, as if bound by a seal, could no longer use spatial ninjutsu.
"That's no fun!"
"I think so too!"
Mingye abruptly looked up. The entire sky had turned blood-red, but in an instant, half of it was compressed into blue-white clouds and mist. Mingye frowned slightly, his expression grave, while Izuna grinned. He placed one hand on Mingye's shoulder and held the other before his chest, raising his index and middle fingers. In an instant, the bizarre sky vanished, and the two disappeared from where they stood.
"Brat, were you watching me?!"
Izuna brought Mingye to a vast, empty palace. At its center, a young man sat upon what resembled a throne, looking down on them with contempt. Izuna smiled. The fluctuations surrounding them made him feel refreshed, but alongside that pleasant feeling came immense pressure.
"So this is the ultimate evolution of the Byakugan! Are you a descendant of Hamura Ōtsutsuki?!"
Excitement—unprecedented excitement. Mingye had never imagined that something he had