Uchiha Akira gave a soft laugh, so light it was like he had casually breathed out a puff of warm air.
The looks in the five Otsutsuki's eyes all changed.
The Chakra Fruit rested in his palm, red light seeping through the gaps between his fingers, flickering bright and dim against his chin.
Five pairs of eyes glued themselves to that fruit, staring fixedly!
Greed was something that couldn't be hidden. No matter how tightly you set your face, it would always seep out from the corners of your eyes, from the flare of your nostrils, from the cracked seams of your lips.
Ōtsutsuki Kuroshiki's Adam's apple bobbed!
Ōtsutsuki Kushiki's gaze was greedy.
Raishiki's fingers curled, black arcs of lightning flickering on and off at his fingertips, his eyes shifting.
Just now, five of them had fought one, yet failed to stop Kuroshiki from snatching the fruit. After that, they had been led around by Kushiki like dogs for half the day.
Now the fruit had fallen into the hands of some unknown guy—attack?
The other party only needed to stuff the fruit into his mouth, and everything would be over!
They couldn't fight.
At least, not now.
"You have the power of the Otsutsuki Clan on you."
Raishiki's voice was low. "Our power comes from the same source."
Uchiha Akira raised a brow, smiling without quite smiling. "And then?"
Raishiki lowered his voice again, adding that deliberately gentle tone.
"Since we share a source, you are not one of those lower creatures."
He raised a hand and pointed toward Itachi and Neji, who were leaning against a giant boulder in the distance. The two of them thought they had escaped detection, but in reality, they had been within his sight from beginning to end.
"You are one of our