Whoosh!
In the depths of the sky, thick with leaden clouds, a silent fissure opened. A peculiarly shaped circular flying ninja tool quietly hovered thousands of meters above the ground. Chakras glowed on the platform's surface, repelling the torrential rain that fell around it, creating a dry space undisturbed by the outside world.
On the circular platform stood two figures, one large and one small. Both were clad in immaculate, ancient white robes, starkly out of place against the bloody mud of the battlefield below. Undoubtedly, these two were the Ōtsutsuki father and son, Toneri included, who had descended from the moon to the ninja world.
The five-year-old Ōtsutsuki Toneri's face still held the innocent blankness of youth. His tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly as he curiously perceived the utterly unfamiliar "world" below. However, what he saw through his perception was no beautiful sight. Below lay raw death and cruelty, far exceeding the limits of his tender mind.
A purple poisonous dragon, condensed from lethal venom, was being controlled by a blurred figure, rampaging. Wherever it passed, there was only death! Skin rotted and peeled as if steeped in strong acid, muscle tissue flowed off bones like melting wax in the poisonous mist, and bones dissolved and fractured under the corrosive mist. The entire process was horrifyingly fast. In mere moments, dozens of living people turned into puddles of sticky sludge, emitting pungent purple smoke, mixed with metal and bone fragments! There were also countless corroded, scarred remains, frozen in the agonizing, desperate struggles of their dying moments. Even the ground beneath them was deeply corroded, forming putrid, bubbling pools of poison, which hissed with toxic mist as they burst, corroding the air and rain.
"Fa-father..." Toneri's face gradually turned pale. He instinctively clutched his father's clothes, his voice trembling. "Le-let's go back. I don't want to see any more..."
However, his father's cold, absolute, and chilling voice spoke: "No, Toneri, you must look!"
"Look closely and understand, this is the ninja world!"
Toneri's father's aged face was as stern as carved stone. He raised a hand, pointing towards the broader front lines of the battlefield in the distance. Ōtsutsuki Toneri trembled, following his father's finger, and extended his perception.
Countless bottomless craters scarred the earth as if its flesh had been gouged out, and broken trees stood with only their gnarled branches pointing to the sky. Hundreds of figures battled in the rain, kunai, shuriken, and ninja blades glinting with cold light. Each slash and thrust brought forth large splashes of dazzling blood! Fire Release ninjutsu fireballs, trailing tails of flame, fell into the crowds, instantly igniting several ninja, turning them into struggling, wailing human torches... Wind Release ninjutsu wind blades cut like knives, neatly slicing through ninja attempting to form hand signs, along with the giant rocks behind them... Earth Release ninjutsu earth spikes thrust out from underground, impaling running ninja mid-air, blood flowing freely down the sharp stone edges...
Ninja from different factions rolled and tore at each other in the mud like beasts, using every means to kill their opponents. Konoha ninja and Sunagakure ninja were fighting with bloodlust, and Nagato, Kakuzu, and Oyashiro En were also there. Nagato's Asura Path missiles, Oyashiro En's ninja tool arrows, and Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Fear threads... Screams, explosions, the roar of ninjutsu, the clang of swords, the crisp sound of blades severing bone, the dull thud of bodies being pierced, the short, tragic death cries... Countless sounds distorted and amplified in the rain, like billions of flies buzzing in his ears, or countless fine needles pricking his eardrums!
This was, simply, hell!
Ōtsutsuki Toneri's body trembled violently. He clutched his father's robe tightly, his knuckles even turning white from the excessive force. Intense nausea and dizziness surged like a tsunami, wave after wave, assaulting his tender mind. Disgust and fear almost completely engulfed him.
"Do you see, Toneri?"
Toneri's father's voice was calmly indifferent, his tone carrying a superior contempt: "These individuals, driven by greed and desire, constantly create death and destruction..."
"They slaughter each other to satisfy their desires, and create suffering to satisfy their greed..."
"Pain, despair, hatred, madness, abhorrence, anger, fear, death..."
"This is 'ninja.' Their greed, hatred, and war have made this world deformed and twisted." Every word he uttered was like a sharp barb, piercing into Toneri's naive mind.
"The source of all this is the Sage of Six Paths. This is the world he created; he scattered chakra here."
"This power is used by those ninja to breed endless hatred and war, turning this pure planet into a garbage dump full of filth and stench!"
At this point, Toneri's father's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable sense of mission: "And we, the descendants who inherited the bloodline and will of our ancestor Hamura!"
"Our mission is to destroy this completely twisted world and correct the mistakes made by the Sage of Six Paths!"
"Along with all the distorted, fallen, and incurable ninja upon it..."
"Completely, erase! Cleanse! Recreate!"
His father's words continuously entered Ōtsutsuki Toneri's ears. The concepts of "filth," "mistake," and "cleanse" gradually solidified in his mind, along with physiological disgust and fear.
The world created by the Sage of Six Paths is flawed; it is twisted and deformed.
With this thought, Toneri's trembling hand, clutching his father's robe, gradually steadied. His brows, once twisted in pain, slowly relaxed. On his tender face, a sense of acceptance and determination, utterly unsuited for his age, emerged. All the disgust and fear transformed into a sacred sense of mission, bearing heavy responsibility.
His father was right. The world created by the Sage of Six Paths had failed. His mission was to destroy and recreate it.
Feeling Toneri's hand no longer trembling, Toneri's father smiled. His first objective in bringing Toneri to the ninja world had been achieved.
And his second objective for this trip...
"Toneri." His voice was somewhat hoarse, but his tone was very gentle. "Let me take you to meet your future wife."
There were no female clan members left on the moon now. If Toneri wished to continue their lineage and ensure the purity of their descendants in the future, he could only seek out the "Byakugan Princess" mentioned in their records. This was his second objective for this trip.
"Wi-wife..."
Hearing this word, no matter how naive Ōtsutsuki Toneri was about worldly affairs, he had a concept of a wife. A blush immediately appeared on his calm face. But at the same time, a hint of anticipation also grew in his heart. In his understanding, "wife" could be equated with "playmate."
"Let's go."
Toneri's father cast a final, cold glance at the battlefield below, his contempt and disgust, as if looking at garbage, completely undisguised.
However, just as he was about to retract his gaze and control the flying ninja tool to move away...
An extremely strong, terrifying chill suddenly surged into his heart. This sudden chill was incredibly clear; it was the sensation of being targeted by something! Almost instinctively, he raised his hand to form a hand sign, his gaze shifting further down.
Then, he saw a black shadow, cloaked in a dark robe and radiating an abyssal aura, at the center of the Sand and Leaf battlefield. And beside that black shadow stood a slender figure, who was now raising a hand towards them.