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While all of that was happening in the Ōtsutsuki compound on Earth—the biggest land they had—around 300 people wearing white robes were standing in a circle.
In the center… two kids were getting beaten.
They were throwing rocks at them.
The children—Rizen, a 10-year-old boy, and Aiko, 6-year-old girl—were covered in dust, tears, and blood. Their faces looked pale and bruised. They held each other tightly, crying and scared.
The sky was clear. No wind. No birds. No clouds.
It felt like even nature was ashamed of what was happening.
Standing between the kids and the crowd… was Ashura Ōtsutsuki.
He acted like he was the "symbol of peace." But in his hand, there was a small flame, and on his face… an evil smile. A twisted grin. Yet no one said anything. His followers acted like they couldn't see it. Like they were blind to his darkness.
All the people wearing white robes—they were his worshippers. Followers of the so-called "sage."
Behind Ashura stood Hagoromo, the man known as the Sage of Six Paths. He was silent. Just watching.
He didn't stop them. He didn't save the kids.
He just watched.
And deep inside, he knew the truth. Ashura was just like him. Manipulative. Fake peace. Just like Hagoromo once pretended to be.
Hagoromo had wanted power. He had taken chakra, split it into nine parts. Absorbed his brother Hamura. Tried everything to become young again—but failed. No matter what he did, his body kept aging. Kept dying.
So, he came to one conclusion.
"If I can't live forever in body… I'll live in memory. As long as people remember me, I'll exist in chakra."
But that wouldn't happen if Indra became his successor. Indra wasn't like them. Indra didn't want blind worship or fake peace. Indra wanted truth.
So Hagoromo chose Ashura instead.
Because Ashura would keep his legend alive. Ashura would do anything for power, just like him.
He watched as Ashura killed Kagami and Igami—two powerful warriors who followed Indra.
Then, Ashura stole their wives—Hitomi and Hinami. Made them his own. Got them pregnant. Then, brainwashed them.
He made them believe their real husbands were traitors.
He said, "They joined Indra and started killing innocent people for their twisted desires."
He told them their children—Raizen and Aiko—would become monsters too. That the evil was in their blood.
The crowd believed it.
Even Hitomi and Hinami believed it.
Then it happened.
Hinami walked up to little Aiko—her own daughter—and slapped her across the face.
"You're the child of traitors!" she screamed. "Our beloved Ashura-sama told us the truth! You'll become a monster just like your father!"
Aiko cried harder. Her small body shaking. Raizen's lips trembled. He wanted to speak… but couldn't.
He was too hurt.
Too shocked.
"But… we didn't do anything…" Raizen said, his voice shaking as tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked at his mother, confused and heartbroken.
Then suddenly—SLAP!
Hitomi, his own mother, stepped forward and slapped him across the face. Raizen gasped, stunned. His eyes wide. He didn't understand. None of it made sense.
Beside him, little Aiko cried harder. She was just a kid. Confused. In pain. She didn't understand why their father wasn't around… or why their own mothers had turned their backs on them.
Then they heard it.
The voice of the man they used to call "Grandpa."
"Burn them," said Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, the so-called Sage of Six Paths.
His voice was cold. Heartless.
"These children carry cursed blood," he continued. "Their father followed Indra and killed innocent people. Their blood is poisoned."
Next to him, Ashura grinned.
He used Ninshu—a special chakra technique that links people's minds—to connect with Hagoromo.
"Don't worry, Father," Ashura said, smiling like a madman. "I've already made Kagami and Igami's wives my lovers. They're mine now."
He laughed.
"And they're pregnant with my children," he added proudly.
Hagoromo heard everything through their mind connection. He stayed silent for a moment.
Then, with a heavy heart, he cut the connection.
He didn't want to do this to Indra, his first son. But Hagoromo was desperate.
He knew he was dying. He tried everything—dividing the Ten-Tails' chakra, absorbing Hamura's power—but nothing worked. His body kept aging.
So he chose another way.
"If I can't live in body… I'll live in memory," he told himself. "If people worship me, I'll live as chakra. For a thousand… maybe two thousand years."
But if Indra took his place, people would forget him.
So he chose Ashura.
"Sorry, Indra," Hagoromo whispered to himself. "I had to do this… for myself."
Then it happened.
Ashura raised his hand high, chakra blazing. Fire started to swirl in his palm like a flame thrower. The heat grew stronger. The crowd cheered.
"Purify them! Kill them! For peace!" the people shouted.
Ashura grinned, enjoying every second of it.
He aimed the fire at the children and released it like a giant wave.
WHOOSH!
But just before the fire could touch Raizen and Aiko—
SLASH!!
A sharp sound cut through the air.
Ashura's arm was sliced clean off!
"AAAGHHH!!" he screamed, falling backwards and crashing into the ground. Blood sprayed as he held his shoulder, eyes wide in pain and disbelief.
The crowd gasped.
Even Hagoromo's eyes widened for a second.
Ashura looked up, his face twisting in rage.
"WHO DID THAT?!" he yelled.