"Out of the way! That's mine!"
"Keep dreaming!"
The six Otsutsuki tore into one another high in the sky, the aftershocks of their chakra spreading in every direction like a tsunami, gouging trenches tens of thousands of meters long through the earth.
Mountains collapsed!
The ground caved in!
And at the edge of the battlefield.
Uchiha Itachi and Hyuga Neji leaned back against a massive boulder that had barely escaped being shattered, looking up at the chaotic battle.
The corner of Itachi's mouth twitched.
"Heh. Otsutsuki?" He tilted his head, his voice dry and hoarse.
"Nothing but trash!"
Hyuga Neji was bandaging his wound. His movements were rough, the strip of cloth wrapped crookedly around him three times, yet blood was still seeping out.
He gave a scornful laugh.
"Just a pack of beasts!"
Itachi chuckled softly, only for the sound to pull at the wound in his chest, making him bare his teeth in pain.
"Hiss—"
"Stop laughing. You've got four damn broken ribs."
"Three."
Hyuga Neji glanced at him sideways. "I saw it with my Byakugan. Four."
Itachi: "..."
He lifted his head again and looked toward the utterly absurd battle in the sky.
Otsutsuki Raishiki's black lightning struck Ishiki's shoulder. Ishiki screamed, but with a backhand thrust, he drove a long blade into the chest of another Otsutsuki beside him!
That Otsutsuki cursed in pain. As he kicked Ishiki away, he casually tore a huge gash in the halo behind Ishiki's back.
It was a complete and total free-for-all.
No tactics, no cooperation, not even the most basic shred of reason remained.
Six Otsutsuki who called themselves gods were, for the sake of a single Chakra Fruit, now like wild dogs fighting over food!
"So-called Otsutsuki are nothing special either."
Itachi's voice was very soft, carrying little