"Hahahahaha... Eighth Gate: Open!"
A burst of red steam exploded from Might Guy's body, cloaking him in a savage aura that made him look more beast than man.
Off to the side, Kakashi Hatake was startled. He stared at Guy in shock.
"Guy, are you insane?! You opened the Gate of Death just like that?!"
Guy turned his head slowly, his eyes pale and unfocused, casting a glance at Kakashi.
In that instant, Kakashi felt as if he were staring down a wild animal ready to tear him apart. A chill ran through his body—a sudden, vivid premonition of death.
Guy spoke in a deep voice, "Kakashi, before we came here, Mirai specifically told me to experience what it's like to open the Gate of Death. He said he'd bring me back afterward."
"He also said something about how the entire Ōtsutsuki Clan is about to be wiped out, and that it'd be a shame if the legendary Might Guy didn't put on one last show."
Kakashi felt slightly relieved.
If that guy Mirai was the one who suggested it, then he probably had a plan. Maybe Guy would really be fine after this.
Just then, a gust of wind tore through the battlefield. Kakashi's breath caught in his throat.
It was as if all the air had been sucked out in a single instant.
By the time he snapped back to his senses, Might Guy had vanished.
A blood-red beast tore through the battlefield, ripping through the ranks of the Ōtsutsuki like a storm of fury. Each strike was devastating, reducing an enemy to a mist of blood and flesh.
With the power unleashed by the Gate of Death, the battlefield had become Guy's one-man stage.
Then, suddenly, Guy stopped.
He called out to Kakashi from a distance, "Kakashi, watch closely. This next move—I prepared it just for you."
"Night Guy!"
BOOM!
Guy charged forward like a mythical beast from the dawn of time, obliterating everything in his path.
Back then, Might Guy had nearly kicked Madara the Sage of Six Paths to death using this very move at only jōnin level.
Now, with the power of Kekkei Mōra coursing through his body, the force of Night Guy was utterly terrifying.
Kakashi felt as though that one kick could have shattered the Ōtsutsuki homeworld itself.
"This guy..."
He couldn't help but sigh.
To think someone would go so far just to take him down…
You're something else.
...
The same brutal scenes unfolded across the battlefield. The entire Ōtsutsuki homeworld had become a crumbling wasteland.
Except for Shikamaru's team, the captains of the other ten squads all possessed Kekkei Mōra–level power. Even their subordinates were at least on par with the Six Paths tier.
And after more than a decade of training and teamwork...
The full might of the ninja army that Uchiha Mirai had built was finally on display.
"Run! Run! These monsters came straight from hell!"
"Hehehe... Run? Where to? The entire space has been sealed off. We're all going to die here."
"Why does the universe have such a powerful race?! Why are they slaughtering us like this?! Someone, please tell me why we have to die!"
Just as the Ōtsutsuki began to fall into despair, the voice of their patriarch, Ōtsutsuki Urashima, echoed across every corner of the planet.
"All surviving clansmen—gather at the temple. That is our final hope!"
A wave of relief washed over the Ōtsutsuki. Faces lit up with renewed hope.
"It's the patriarch! He's still alive!"
"To the temple! He must have a plan!"
"Branch family members, stay behind and hold them off! Buy us time! Everyone else, get to the temple, now!"
The panicked, scattered Ōtsutsuki finally had a direction.
They ordered the branch family to hold the line and delay the enemy, while the rest made a desperate dash toward the planet's core.
There, at the very center of their civilization, stood the heart of the Ōtsutsuki faith—
The Temple.
...
As time passed, more and more Ōtsutsuki managed to reach the temple.
Everyone was shaken. The fear in their comrades' faces ignited only rage in their hearts.
They were gods—or so they had believed. When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
It was too cruel.
Their home, destroyed in an instant.
Thousands of Ōtsutsuki knelt within the great temple, their eyes fixed on the white-haired elder standing at the center.
Someone cried out from the crowd, "Patriarch Urashima! Why did you call us here? Do you have a way to defeat the invaders?!"
Urashima's voice was heavy. "These enemies are unlike anything we've faced. We can't repel them with our strength alone."
"I'm going to awaken our god. Only the god can deliver us from this catastrophe."
The entire hall fell silent.
Awaken the god?
Could it be...?
All eyes turned toward the massive statue at the heart of the temple. Hope flickered in their gaze.
Legend spoke of an Ōtsutsuki guardian deity—Ōtsutsuki Shibai.
It was said he had granted their clan the power to roam the stars and claim dominion as gods of the cosmos.
Ōtsutsuki Shibai was the spiritual symbol of their entire race—an ancestral figure revered above all.
Every year, the Ōtsutsuki would hold an elaborate ceremony to honor him.
But a legend was still just a legend. No one had ever actually seen Shibai.
And yet now, at this desperate moment, Urashima was saying...
That he still lived?
"Urashima-sama! Is Ancestor Shibai truly alive?!"
"What does 'awakening' mean? Do you need us to do something?"
"That's wonderful! If he really has the power from the legends, then we're saved!"
As the crowd erupted in discussion, Urashima raised his hands and pressed them downward, motioning for silence.
"Quiet! We don't have much time."
"In truth, the annual rituals were never just symbolic. They were designed to awaken the ancestor."
"He has always watched over us—but spends most of his time in deep slumber. Only the patriarch and the elders know this secret."
"To wake him, we need enough offerings. Are there any branch family members still here?"
At his words, those from the branch family turned pale.
Every year, they offered chakra fruits during the ritual to honor Ōtsutsuki Shibai.
Could it be... that those chakra fruits were the key to awakening him?
"For the future of the Ōtsutsuki Clan!"
Pressed by the main family's authority, dozens of branch family members stepped forward.
Urashima's tone grew cold. "Become chakra fruits. Now!"
So it was true.
The branch family bit their lips but dared not resist.
Before the indifferent eyes of the main family, their bodies compressed into plump, vibrant chakra fruits.
Urashima quickly arranged the fruits neatly before Shibai's statue.
"Great Ancestor, your descendants are being slaughtered... We beg for your protection. Awaken!"
"Help us defeat the enemy, and we will offer you an endless bounty of chakra fruits!"
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