Chapter 132: Landing on the Moon and Purging the Ōtsutsuki
Kagami sheathed Yamato, took one step, and disappeared into the glowing rift.
Across the Elemental Nations, Konoha's undercover teams began moving the moment his order arrived. In every land they quietly fanned the flames of class resentment, stoking anger against the nobility. Under that hidden guidance, tension between commoners and lords reached a breaking point, and Konoha's agents stockpiled strength for the final clash that would decide the fate of the entire continent.
The last war of unification was about to erupt.
A graying plain of dust and craters stretched beneath a sky forever black: Kagami had arrived on the moon.
"So this is it—utter desolation," he murmured, scanning the lifeless landscape of shattered ridges and impact basins. No air, no wind, no sound; only a gray silence that swallowed everything.
He released an immense wave of observation haki. Amplified by his titanic spiritual energy, the pulse mapped the entire satellite in an instant. Deep below the scarred surface, a congregation of powerful chakra signatures flared like lanterns.
"Found you."
A single step carried him to the far side of the moon, above a titanic crater. Hidden within its walls was a green valley—rivers, forests, and the alabaster towers of the lunar Ōtsutsuki compound.
"Clever hiding place," Kagami said, floating in mid-air. "But not clever enough."
He sensed several presences rocketing toward him. No point concealing himself now.
Five figures in white robes halted before him. Their leader—tall, yellow-haired, horned—glared coldly. "Identify yourself! How dare you trespass on Ōtsutsuki ground."
Kagami met the man's gaze. "Uchiha Kagami."
"Someone from the lower world?" one lieutenant scoffed. "This is the moon, mongrel. Crawl back to your dirt—"
The insult never finished. Kagami's spiritual pressure detonated outward. The mocker burst into crimson mist without a cry.
The remaining four jerked back, faces blanched. Their captain snarled, "Kill him!"
They surged forward. Kagami sighed. A second wave of conqueror's haki thundered out. Flesh and bone ruptured, robes shredded, and three more fell—silent, destroyed. He spared one, only knocking him unconscious.
Worthless as foes, but useful as a map.
Kagami pressed two fingers to the survivor's forehead and rifled through memory. Images flashed: a hidden cavern, a jade palace, a colossal Tenseigan glowing on an altar.
"So that's where you're hiding," he whispered, then crushed the man's skull with a flick.
A new cluster of chakra signatures streaked toward him—stronger, angrier. Kagami turned, his eyes gleaming.
"Perfect. A real warm-up at last."
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