He saw his father held fast by an enemy's Shinjutsu.
His father's eyes were filled with shock.
Then the enemy attacked again and again, finally shattering the shield around his father.
"Father!"
Mirai screamed in anguish, but there was nothing he could do!
He saw his father attacking furiously.
But it was no use.
Because no fewer than two people were attacking him at once!
His father roared and opened the final gate of the Eight Gates Released Formation, the Gate of Death.
Blood-red steam blazed around his body as his strength surged, sending both enemies flying in an instant.
Those Ōtsutsuki were temporarily driven back by his father's outburst, but they soon surrounded him again.
They looked at his father as though he were a beast in its death throes.
"This planet's chakra belongs to us."
One enemy raised a hand, dazzling white light gathering in his palm.
Mirai saw several of his older brothers and sisters desperately rush forward, trying to block that attack.
His eldest brother, Hanyu, stood at the very front. The white light struck him, shattering his body.
His third brother, Sōsuke, shielded his younger siblings with his body, his entire body turning to ashes...
In the end, that attack still struck his father.
Mirai saw his father's body fall from midair.
Blood gushed from their bodies.
Then two Ōtsutsuki rushed forward and seized his gravely wounded father.
Holding his father by the collar, they looked down from above at the once-peerless First Emperor, cruel smiles on their lips.
"So much for the so-called God of the Shinobi World."
"Let's end all of this."
The two Ōtsutsuki aimed their palms at the earth.
Together, they unleashed Shinjutsu.
Intense light burst from their palms, like a sun rising from the ground.
The light swallowed everything.
Houses,