Dead!
Momoshiki Otsutsuki was actually dead!
In an instant, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki recalled the arrogant bearing Momoshiki and Kinshiki had displayed when they first descended upon the Shinobi World.
But now, all of it had vanished into smoke.
Momoshiki and Kinshiki, two members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, had both died in the Shinobi World!
Even Kaguya Ōtsutsuki had not died, after all. She had merely been sealed away.
Momoshiki and Kinshiki, however, were the first-ever Ōtsutsuki Clan members to die in the Shinobi World.
Strictly speaking, though, Kinshiki had been devoured by Momoshiki.
But Isshiki directed all his hatred toward Shihōin Naraku.
In his eyes, without Naraku forcing his hand, Momoshiki would never have devoured Kinshiki for no reason.
Now he stood on the shattered rocky ground, drenched in blood.
Isshiki's gaze fell on Momoshiki's head, which had rolled onto a stone slab.
Momoshiki's eyes were still wide open, staring vacantly at the sky, a trace of arrogance lingering at the corners of his mouth that he had not had time to withdraw.
The dark red pool spreading beneath that head was slowly seeping into the gaps between the broken stones.
Isshiki's chest heaved violently, and the taste of blood surged up from deep in his throat, filling his mouth.
The wound on his right leg was still bleeding.
The slash across his back, stretching from his right shoulder blade to his left waist, had nearly torn his back in half. Flesh curled outward, exposing the stark white cross sections of broken bones beneath.
Every breath brought excruciating pain.
But now, neither that pain nor the burning of his wounds could compare to the emotion that suddenly exploded deep inside him.
Rage!
Overwhelming rage erupted like magma from deep within the earth's crust, scorching every one of his nerves.
Momoshiki's chakra