"Yes, Lord Akira!"
Urashiki Otsutsuki nodded respectfully.
The communication ended, but a glint flashed in his eyes, desire surfacing within them. He rose leisurely, slung his red fishing rod over his shoulder, and grinned.
"I want to be obedient too, but once the Ninja World becomes a hunting ground for the entire Otsutsuki Clan, what will I get?"
"More than twenty Tenseigan—that means more than twenty Chakra Fruits. If I devour them all, what level will I... evolve to?!"
His gaze was greedy, shining with a fierce light.
No Ōtsutsuki could refuse such a meteoric evolution.
If he succeeded, he might even become an elder of the Otsutsuki Clan outright, perhaps even gain the qualifications to ascend to the God of Ōtsutsuki. The mere thought of it made his entire body tremble with excitement.
He could scarcely restrain the ambition in his heart.
Yet what he had not expected was this.
He had not found Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, but Ōtsutsuki Isshiki had come to find him instead.
A hidden space.
This was a space opened by Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's Dojutsu. No one but him could possibly discover it, not even another Ōtsutsuki.
Yet even the incomparably cautious Ōtsutsuki Isshiki now had no choice but to cooperate with someone.
Urashiki curled his lips upward, fully aware of Isshiki's intentions.
"Urashiki, at this point, only the two of us joining forces can possibly stand against Uchiha Akira."
Urashiki Otsutsuki watched Ōtsutsuki Isshiki elegantly sipping red wine.
He gave him a once-over, a trace of disdain appearing in his eyes.
"Indeed. But Isshiki, after not seeing you for thousands of years, how did you end up in such a miserable state? You couldn't even keep your body? You actually had to parasitize the body of a mortal insect."
In response to Urashiki's mockery.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki