A dimensional portal shimmered in the air, a swirling vortex of bluish-purple energy. Standing before the portal was Tomei Otsutsuki, a figure as imposing as Shibai, but with a different aura.
Tomei had silver hair that fell in cascades to his waist, and his eyes were a deep violet, sparkling like precious gems, rinnegans. He wore a fitted black and silver outfit, and at his belt hung an ivory scepter, set with a glowing red crystal.
"Young Master Shibai," Tomei said in a calm voice, "so this is the slave you promised me?"
Shibai nodded, a mocking smile on his lips. "Yes, he's quite pathetic, but perhaps you'll find a way to amuse yourself with him. He's a half-breed, a mix of our noble lineage and that barbaric clan, the Kurayami. You might find it... entertaining."
Tomei stepped closer to Dekamoshi, his eyes scrutinizing the young man with an intensity that made him shiver. "Hmm... His eyes are interesting. They are neither Byakugan nor Rinnegan, nor even a derivative that I recognize."
Dekamoshi held Tomei's gaze, thinking, 'They speak of me as an object... Those bastards.'
"I can take him now," Tomei said, turning to Shibai.
"Ready or not, it doesn't matter," Shibai replied with a shrug. "He's yours now. Do with him as you please."
Tomei nodded and gestured for Dekamoshi to follow. Without a word, the young half-breed fell into step, crossing the dimensional portal behind his new master.
Stepping into the portal was like diving into an ocean of raw energy. Dekamoshi felt his body compress, his mind reel, but he stayed focused. Around him, brilliant lights and shifting shadows danced in a hypnotic chaos.
Then, suddenly, the sensation ceased. They emerged into a new dimension, an alien and unsettling landscape. The sky was a dark red, streaked with black clouds. The ground was covered with strange vegetation, plants with perfect geometric shapes that pulsed with phosphorescent light.
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The oppressive silence of this new dimension was broken by Tomei Otsutsuki's first orders.
"Our goal is simple, slave. Clear this dimension of its inhabitants and plant the Shinju tree. The sooner it's done, the sooner we'll be on our way back."
Tomei held out a hand towards Dekamoshi. "Dig, slave. This Shinju needs your efforts to take root."
Dekamoshi obeyed, digging into the dense, reddish soil with a vigor that masked his hatred. When he was done, Tomei placed the seed in the ground.
The seed sank into the soil, and almost immediately, massive roots emerged, spreading rapidly in all directions. In a matter of moments, a gigantic trunk began to rise, its branches reaching towards the red sky like claws tearing through the clouds.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" murmured Tomei, his eyes shining with excitement. "This tree will draw the energy from this planet, sucking every last ounce of life to produce a chakra fruit. Everything that lived here will soon be but a simple memory."
Dekamoshi stared at the tree with an unreadable expression.
With a dark look, he merely nodded. The half-breed followed his master through the unfamiliar terrain, observing his surroundings carefully.
They soon arrived before a village, an assemblage of houses carved from brilliant crystals and luminescent plants. The inhabitants, humanoid beings with four arms and red skin, seemed to live in harmony with their environment. They stopped, their gazes fixed on Tomei and Dekamoshi, instinctively sensing the danger they posed.
Tome's face lit up with a cruel smile. "This is where it begins. Show me what you can do, slave."
Dekamoshi stood still for a moment. His dark eyes took in every detail of the village, every movement of its inhabitants. A deep silence reigned, interrupted only by the gentle breeze blowing through the trees.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Dekamoshi asked, his voice cold.
Tomei rolled his eyes. "Are you stupid? Kill them. All of them. And do it quickly."
Dekamoshi knew he had no choice. He advanced on the villagers, his fist lashing out and a head exploded. Even though he was a waste among the Otsutsuki, he was still incredibly powerful, especially considering he had always had surprising strength from a young age. He just never knew how to use chakra.
His first victims were a group of women and children trying to flee. He grabbed a rudimentary blade from the ground, slicing without hesitation. Blood sprayed onto his expressionless face.
But with each blow, something inside him broke and rebuilt at the same time. Every cry he heard, every terrified gaze he met fueled a primal rage buried deep within him.
Soon, the village became a field of carnage. Houses burned, and the inhabitants died under Dekamoshi's relentless attacks.
"Not bad for a half-breed," Tomei mocked, watching Dekamoshi advance through the chaos, his arms and chest covered in blood. Walking over the guts and scattered pieces of brains.
As he spent months exterminating every creature, Tomoe remained on a branch of the divine tree. Gazing into the distance, letting the slave do all the work, accumulating injuries along the way. Irreversible scars.
On a moonless night, Dekamoshi ended the life of a pregnant woman, the last living creature.
He looked at the corpse in his hands. His long claws piercing her flesh.
'At first, I was afraid of the resistance to kill. And now look at me. I feel... Absolutely nothing.'
He raised his eyes and walked, gazing at the divine tree in the distance.
...
"You took your time... Useless." Tomei shouted, dropping from the tree. "And now I believe this is your last job, move." A slight smile spread across his face.
Dekamoshi didn't respond. His gaze had become even more abyssal, an unfathomable darkness. He knew this was the moment. The moment he would be sacrificed.
"If you don't want to come...!" Tomei leaped towards him, his smile widening.