Three figures stepped out of a swirling spatial rift. Momoshiki, Urashiki, and Kinshiki Otsutsuki descended upon the desolate lunar surface.
Sector 2693 was supposed to have been completely harvested by Kaguya and Isshiki ages ago. Yet, the cosmic deadline had long since passed, and the two operatives had vanished without a single trace.
The Otsutsuki High Council realized that something was terribly wrong. They dispatched the trio across the endless cosmos to investigate the planetary anomaly and aggressively detain the traitors.
They had scoured the sector thoroughly, expecting to easily locate the dormant husk of the Ten-Tails. Instead, their exhaustive search yielded absolutely nothing.
Something was actively masking the planet's vast energy signature. Finally, a minuscule crack formed in the dense planetary fog—a microscopic flaw that Momoshiki keenly spotted with his piercing Byakugan.
'What a cunning bastard,' Momoshiki thought, his pale eyes narrowing with intense malice. 'They rigged the planet's natural chakra to form a massive, automated planetary illusion.'
'If there hadn't been a tiny flaw in the barrier's matrix, even my Byakugan might not have seen through it.'
Spotting the opening, Momoshiki ordered them to advance immediately. The trio touched down seamlessly on the moon's jagged, cratered surface.
"Momoshiki," Urashiki noted, his eyes scanning the barren, gray landscape. "There's an Otsutsuki living here. Could it be a descendant of Kaguya and Isshiki?"
On the far side of the moon lived the descendants of Hamura Otsutsuki, the brother of the legendary Sage of Six Paths.
Centuries ago, the Sage had sealed the Ten-Tails inside the moon using the catastrophic Chibaku Tensei. Hamura relocated his clan to the lunar surface to guard it, leaving only the Hyuga clan behind on Earth to maintain their terrestrial bloodline.
Generations later, bitter ideological divides tore Hamura's descendants apart. The branch family, firmly believing the Sage's world was a colossal failure, used the destructive power of the Tenseigan to wipe out the main family.
Now, Toneri Otsutsuki was the last one left. He lived entirely alone in a quiet, sprawling castle, silently monitoring the Earth below him.
"Let's just ask him directly," Momoshiki sneered, his lips curling with disdain.
The trio's sudden arrival had not gone unnoticed. Toneri emerged from his desolate castle, floating down gracefully to meet the violent intruders.
The four warriors exchanged cold, calculating stares. They all shared the distinct, ethereal Otsutsuki traits: pale skin, silver-white hair, and elegant robes adorned with horned crests.
"Who are you?" Toneri asked, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. He had never seen these clansmen before in his entire life.
Momoshiki chuckled darkly. "You low-class country bumpkin. You filthy half-breed. We are the elite enforcers from the Otsutsuki High Council."
He pointed a pale, accusing finger directly at Toneri. "Tell me exactly where Kaguya and Isshiki are hiding."
"And be completely honest—what is your relationship with those traitors?" Momoshiki threatened, his voice dripping with malice. "If you dare lie to me, I will rip the answers from your mind with the most agonizing torture imaginable."
Urashiki stood nearby in his noble feather robes and high-heeled geta, a smug, punchable grin plastered on his face. He clearly looked down on a mixed-blood anomaly like Toneri.
Toneri was completely lost. Thousands of years had heavily blurred the truth of his bloodline.
His clan's sacred mission was simply to monitor the Earth; he had never even heard of Isshiki.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Toneri replied coldly, narrowing his eyes. "I don't know those names."
"If you're just here to look for someone, get off my moon," Toneri demanded. The violent intrusion onto his ancestral home deeply upset him.
Momoshiki let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed across the craters. "He stubbornly refuses to talk. Kinshiki, teach him his proper place."
The hulking giant, Kinshiki, stepped forward silently. Standing well over two meters tall, his sheer physical presence radiated a crushing, suffocating killing intent.
Toneri immediately dropped into a defensive combat stance. He could feel the overwhelming, god-like power rolling off these strangers.
Just before the brutal fight could break out, the ground violently trembled. The entire moon shook, kicking up massive, blinding clouds of lunar dust.
The celestial body was literally beginning to shift entirely out of its ancient orbit. The mountain rings violently collapsed, sending jagged rubble floating weightlessly into the cosmic void.
The four Otsutsuki froze in their tracks, completely abandoning their tense standoff. They floated high into the air to get a much better look at the Earth below.
From the planet's distant surface, a colossal, blinding pillar of electricity pierced straight through the freezing vacuum of space.
The electromagnetic beam slammed directly into the moon. An overwhelming, inescapable magnetic force was violently dragging the entire lunar mass down toward the Earth.
Mufasa didn't do things by halves. If Madara Uchiha could drop a meteor, Mufasa was going to drop the damn moon itself.
The Otsutsuki quartet stared in absolute, dumbfounded disbelief. They watched the impossibly massive pillar of lightning violently anchor itself to the lunar surface.
'What the hell is going on with this cursed planet?!' Momoshiki thought frantically. 'Why is there a lightning pillar the size of a continent?!'
Before they could even attempt to react, the intense magnetic field wrapped securely around the four of them. They couldn't move a single muscle, paralyzed by the sheer electromagnetic pull.
"Damn it!" Momoshiki roared, his pale face twisting in raw, unadulterated panic. "It's a trap!"
He glared murderously at Toneri. "You were intentionally stalling us! You colluded with the lower lifeforms on that planet to crush us!"
Toneri was completely speechless. 'What are you even talking about?' he thought, just as panicked as his accusers.
He watched helplessly as his entire world was violently dragged toward its impending doom.
Pulling the moon out of orbit instantly threw the Earth's delicate ecosystem into apocalyptic chaos.
The oceans were the very first to react. Without the moon's steady gravitational pull, the tides went completely berserk, churning with apocalyptic fury.
Deep within the darkest ocean trenches of the Land of Water, a dormant mountain of mutated flesh was rudely awakened. The massive, grotesque blob let out a silent, gurgling roar as it began to rise from the depths.
The sea surface boiled aggressively. Massive whirlpools formed out of nowhere, utterly terrifying the sailors and fishermen caught in the aquatic chaos.
The Land of Water had already been in a severe state of political turmoil, making communication across the scattered islands incredibly slow and highly fragmented. Now, dark rumors spread like wildfire.
Thriving fishing grounds were completely wiped out overnight. Chilling ghost stories circulated about giant, unseen sea monsters dragging entire trade ships down into the crushing abyss.
Coastal villages were found completely empty, wiped off the map without a single trace of struggle. People initially treated them as just drunken sailor myths—until the monster started eating entire islands.
This horrific mass of flesh was originally a discarded piece of Orochimaru's forbidden ninjutsu research. Dropped into the ocean, its core instinct was brutally simple and ruthlessly efficient: consume flesh and blood to constantly evolve.
It started with small fish, then moved on to humans. Finally, it began swallowing entire landmasses in a single bite.
The Land of Water's vast, isolated archipelago made it the absolute perfect hunting ground. The blob had grown into a grotesque, mountainous mass of meat stretching for thousands of miles across the dark seafloor.
Having violently absorbed the genetic material of countless Kekkei Genkai users, the abomination had been quietly digesting its meals at the bottom of the ocean.
Then, Mufasa's magnetic moon-pull rudely interrupted its nap. Furious that its long-awaited evolution was halted, the meat blob surged rapidly upward to vent its boundless rage.
The monster broke the surface violently, right off the coast of the Land of Tea.
The ground shook violently, tearing through coastal fishing villages with catastrophic tsunamis. The citizens panicked frantically, thinking it was just an unnaturally massive earthquake.
Then, they truly saw it. From the boiling, frothing waves, a colossal, dark-brown tentacle rose menacingly into the stormy sky.
It was remarkably thicker than the absolute tallest mountain in the country. Its fleshy surface was covered in sickening, pulsating craters that dripped with slime.
Then another tentacle broke the surface. Then another.
Ten massive, fleshy pillars towered over the raging ocean, making the creature look like a demonic, continent-sized octopus sent from hell.
The angry abomination aggressively dragged itself ashore. It was starving.
Boom. The massive tentacles slammed down onto the coastal cities, instantly crushing stone buildings into fine dust.
The craters on its skin tore open in sickening wet tears, revealing endless rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth. Each crater was a ravenous mouth.
The monster began to blindly suck, chew, and swallow absolutely everything in its destructive path. Humans, animals, trees, boulders—nothing was spared from its hunger.
Whatever it consumed was instantly dissolved by the chaotic, highly acidic ninjutsu inside its body, rapidly converting physical matter into pure, unadulterated energy.
"Monster! It's a monster!" the villagers screamed, fleeing in sheer, blinding terror.
Local shinobi and samurai launched desperate, full-scale counterattacks to stall its terrifying advance. It was completely useless.
The mouths on the tentacles simply spat back stolen elemental jutsu, obliterating any meager resistance in mere seconds. The meat blob grew exponentially larger as it pushed relentlessly deeper into the Land of Tea.
Deep inland stood the infamous, heavily isolated Death Mountain Villa.
In the expansive courtyard, Kogoro, Ran, and the villa's enigmatic owner—Conan the Reaper—watched the apocalyptic wall of flesh rapidly rolling toward them.
Ran cracked her knuckles audibly, a bead of cold sweat rolling down her cheek as she prepared for a fight she couldn't win.
"Boss, should we evacuate?" Kogoro asked, nervously pushing his sliding glasses further up his nose. "That thing looks like it can tear through the very fabric of space-time itself."
Conan just casually licked his lollipop, a dark, incredibly morbid smirk playing on his youthful lips. "Have you forgotten, Kogoro? This villa can't move, and neither can I."
"So we just stand here and let it eat us alive?" Ran asked, raising a highly skeptical eyebrow.
Conan crunched down hard on the candy, his eyes gleaming with a sly, knowing curiosity. "Why not?"
"If we can't move, maybe this ugly bastard can give us a ride," Conan chuckled darkly. "Let it swallow us. Death is just another beginning, after all."
True to Conan's word, they stood their ground fearlessly as the fleshy tidal wave crashed heavily over the villa, swallowing it whole in a sea of muscle.
The monster's spatial instincts told it that the villa was prime food. However, Conan's mastery over the literal, absolute laws of death was a conceptual power the brainless blob couldn't possibly comprehend.
As the meat aggressively tried to digest the villa, the necrotic energy of the Reaper fought back fiercely. The mouths inside the creature's stomach began to instantly wither, rot, and die on contact.
Realizing it had swallowed something incredibly toxic, the blob doubled its acidic digestive efforts. It turned its main body toward the villa's location, initiating a brutal, grueling tug-of-war between mutating life-force and absolute death.
Meanwhile, high above the terrestrial chaos, three desperate figures plummeted from the sky like burning shooting stars.
Momoshiki, Urashiki, and Kinshiki had narrowly managed to break free from Mufasa's suffocating electromagnetic snare just before the moon was entirely pulled out of its orbit.
Exhausted and panicking from the near-death experience, they dropped blindly toward the Earth to quickly escape the impending lunar collision.
They happened to land right in the chaotic middle of the Land of Tea. With a sickening, squishy squelch, their boots hit a massive, dark-brown surface.
Momoshiki roughly brushed off his pristine, elegant robes, looking down at the pulsating ground with utter, unbridled disgust.
"You can tell just by the color of the dirt," Momoshiki sneered contemptuously, completely unaware he was standing firmly on a continent-sized flesh monster. "What a truly barren, filthy planet."