In the depths of the universe…
A strange phenomenon was unfolding.
A massive planet was orbiting around another much smaller one—an astronomical oddity by all accounts.
On the surface of the smaller planet stood rows of ancient yet imposing buildings, arranged into peculiar and intricate patterns. Along the wide streets, pale-skinned beings could be seen either meditating, chatting idly, or in the case of the children, playfully roughhousing.
Inside a towering central spire, several horned individuals sat cross-legged in quiet contemplation.
One of them, an elder whose age showed in his features, spoke in a deep voice,
"How long has it been since we last heard from Tarō?"
The moment he finished, another responded promptly, "Patriarch Urashima, it's been ten years."
Hearing that, the elder's frown deepened.
"That long? Could something have gone wrong again?"
The others exchanged uneasy glances before the one who had spoken earlier replied again, "I doubt it. It's only been ten years. This time, all twelve of them—including Tarō—had powers at the level of the Six Paths. Tarō himself had already taken half a step into the realm of Kekkei Mōra. With that kind of strength, they should be unmatched across the stars."
To most, ten years might sound like a lifetime. But to the ancient and long-lived Ōtsutsuki Clan, it was hardly more than a blink.
Still, a decade without contact was… concerning.
Urashima's voice turned grim. "First it was Isshiki and Kaguya. Then Momoshiki, Kinshiki, and the others—all of them vanished without a trace after reaching that mysterious planet."
"I suspect there's something wrong with that place..."
Urashima paused in thought, then said, "Try contacting Tarō again. See if we can get through."
"Yes, Patriarch."
"Do it now."
"Understood."
Just as Urashima was about to dismiss the meeting, a clan member burst into the chamber in a panic.
"P-Patriarch Urashima! Something terrible has happened!"
Urashima barked, "Compose yourself! Speak slowly and clearly!"
"Yes, sir." The intruder took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "A series of ten massive spatial portals have appeared in the skies above our planet. From them emerged large groups of similarly dressed individuals. They appear to be a military force."
"They launched an attack the moment they arrived. The entire planet has plunged into chaos!"
"What?!" Urashima sprang to his feet and slapped the panicked man across the face.
"You idiot! With something this serious going on, how dare you come in here stammering like a fool?!"
The clan member lowered his head, swallowing his frustration. In the rigid hierarchy of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, even if Urashima had killed him on the spot, no one would have dared to question it.
Outside, the sounds of battle had already begun to echo through the air. Without another word, Urashima led the others out of the chamber at a sprint.
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"By order of the Emperor—leave none alive. Kill them all!"
"Kill!!!"
Bloodlust surged. Shouts filled the air.
The moment the shinobi army of the Divine Nation appeared, they launched a merciless slaughter against every Ōtsutsuki they could find.
The ten portals had been perfectly positioned, encircling the entire Ōtsutsuki homeworld.
"What the hell is happening? Where did these people come from?!"
"Where's the Patriarch? Where are the branch family guardians? Someone round them up—fast!"
"They're from another race? And they made it here? Incredible…"
Perhaps their peace had lasted too long. When the shinobi forces descended, most of the Ōtsutsuki just stood there, staring up at the sky in curiosity. Some even pointed and chatted excitedly, their faces lit with intrigue.
It wasn't until the enemy soldiers got close—until they saw the murderous resolve in their eyes—that the Ōtsutsuki realized something was very, very wrong.
But by then…it was already too late.
Caught off guard, the bewildered clan members fell like wheat before a scythe. Within moments, casualties piled up.
"So this is the so-called Ōtsutsuki Clan? Pathetic. They can't even put up a decent fight." Uchiha Madara said with a disappointed snort.
Senju Hashirama's expression darkened.
"Don't be careless, Madara. Not all of them are weak. There are definitely powerhouses among them."
"We need to stay on guard for counterattacks."
He slammed his hands together. "Sage Art: Wood Style—True Several Thousand Hands!"
"Don't steal the spotlight, Hashirama."
Madara let out a cold hum. His eyes surged with power.
With a roar of energy, his Perfect Susanoo—towering several thousand meters high—materialized from thin air. In one cleaving strike, it obliterated everything in its path.
Elsewhere in the sky, Nagato hovered mid-air, arms raised. His Rinnegan eyes showed no trace of emotion.
"Let the Ōtsutsuki feel pain."
"Super Shinra Tensei!"
BOOM!
A massive shockwave burst forth from his body, leveling everything within several dozen kilometers.
Across the entire Ōtsutsuki homeworld, scenes like this played out again and again.
The initial strike from the ten shinobi squads of the Divine Nation brought devastating losses to the enemy.
By the time Urashima stepped outside, all he saw was carnage.
"Damn it! These monsters… such unforgivable atrocities!"
"Get the non-combatants to the temple—escort them to safety!"
"And summon the branch families and the clan guard. I want these invaders wiped out to the last man!"
"Yes, sir!"
Despite being taken by surprise, the Ōtsutsuki's technology was highly advanced. Within moments, they managed to organize a proper counteroffensive.
One by one, powerful Ōtsutsuki warriors stepped forward, positioning themselves in the shinobi army's path. Their expressions twisted into cruel, savage grins.
"I don't know what kind of courage you mongrels mustered to attack us—but this farce ends now."
"I will slaughter every last one of you, hunt down your homeworld, and enslave your entire race for eternity!"
"You filthy insects will pay dearly for your arrogance!"
"To think so many lowly creatures would show up at once… I haven't had this much fun in ages."
Their arrogance oozed from every word and glance.
Not one of them bothered to sense the power of the shinobi standing before them.
To the Ōtsutsuki, they were the supreme race of the universe—peerless and unmatched. If they wanted something gone, it vanished. If they desired conquest, the stars would kneel.
So even when faced with an army that outnumbered them many times over…
They still charged in without hesitation.
They would make these ignorant, low-born creatures understand exactly who they had dared to provoke.
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