Chapter 22: Otsutsuki Kinshiki
As a member of the Otsutsuki clan, Kinshiki was an alien warrior that the entire Naruto world had no means of resisting. Su Xiuyu accidentally stumbled upon the aftermath of Kinshiki's slaughter of the Hagoromo clan.
He had no idea what had provoked Kinshiki, but it was clear that the Hagoromo clan was doomed to disappear from history.
Kinshiki was an imposing figure—over two meters tall, with massive hands like cattail leaves and a pair of white eyes that could traverse time and space. He possessed the ability to phase through attacks, much like Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan. His raw physical prowess alone was terrifying, rivaling even Sasuke's when he had awakened the Six Tomoe Rinnegan in the later years.
Kinshiki was undeniably one of the strongest warriors on the planet. And the only reason he wasn't the strongest was that Su Xiuyu remembered that Kinshiki had a superior—another Otsutsuki even more fearsome. Although Su Xiuyu himself had the bloodline of the Otsutsuki, he was still far from their level. Compared to these beings, he was little more than a fledgling. His journey as a ninja had only just begun, and he had a long way to go before he could stand among them as an equal.
Hidden underground, Su Xiuyu carefully used Earth Release techniques to sense the surface, wary of being detected by Kinshiki. If Kinshiki discovered him, his only option would be to flee using the system.
He hadn't expected to encounter the Otsutsuki clan so soon. Even if Hashirama and Madara were in their prime, they wouldn't stand a chance against Kinshiki. This wasn't a battle—it was a massacre. A fully leveled boss character annihilating a village of beginners.
Su Xiuyu remained hidden for three days, ensuring that Kinshiki had truly left before daring to emerge.
What greeted him was pure devastation. The Hagoromo clan had been wiped out completely. Kinshiki hadn't even needed to use ninjutsu—his taijutsu alone had erased an entire bloodline. The destruction left in his wake was far more brutal than any ninjutsu could have accomplished.
Suppressing the urge to gag at the stench of blood and death, Su Xiuyu methodically examined the battlefield. This was an opportunity—an invaluable glimpse into the raw power of the Otsutsuki. Studying this massacre could help him prepare for the inevitable future confrontation.
There were no survivors. The once-mighty Hagoromo clan was now nothing more than a memory.
Among the wreckage, Su Xiuyu's eyes landed on a peculiar object at the clan's central altar—a large, ornate fan colored white and red. His heart skipped a beat.