The wind and rain still lashed against the charred, muddy crater with a crackling patter.
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya fell straight out of the shattered spatial vortex. Her white hair, more than ten meters long, had been whipped into a tangled mess by the gale, with several pieces of charred wood still clinging to it, sparks flickering from them.
Her face, already deathly pale, was now filled with dazed confusion. Even the red bloodstain tightly shut at the corner of her forehead trembled slightly.
She stared fixedly with her pure white eyes at the two youths not far away, one gleaming with golden light and the other wreathed in violet lightning. Her lips quivered, yet she could not utter a single word.
"How... how could this happen..."
Kaguya's hoarse, hollow voice drifted through the wind and rain. For the first time, her icy words carried a trace of human panic.
She recalled the reincarnations of her two sons, Hagoromo and Hamura, throughout the millennium.
Whether Ashura or Indra, hadn't they always torn at each other like rabid dogs in ages past, fighting until one bit the other to death?
How had it come to this generation, where these two reincarnated brats had not only failed to fight, but had instead joined forces and ripped apart her godly dimension as if it were made of paper?!
"Mother! Stop standing there! Those two are monsters!"
Black Zetsu's half-ruined body poked out from her sleeve as he shouted in panic, his voice as grating as nails scraping an iron pot.
"That Uchiha Yoru forcibly developed their bloodlines with Orochimaru's genetic solution!"
"The purity of their chakra is no different from Hagoromo and Hamura's back then! And... and they're even carrying guided explosive missiles!"
"Old lady, are those white eyeballs of yours darting around because you're