"Hand it over!"
Kuroshiki held out his hand, his tone casual, as if he were asking for something that had belonged to him all along.
"Hand over the fruit, and we can let you die quickly."
An Otsutsuki beside him chimed in, his voice filled with undisguised contempt:
"You don't actually think you can walk away alive just because you snatched the fruit, do you? Five Otsutsuki are here. Your only ending is death!"
Another Otsutsuki folded his arms and gave a derisive laugh.
"This is what lower-realm ants are like. They always think they can turn the situation around!"
Otsutsuki Raishiki's gaze remained locked on Uchiha Akira, his golden Rinnegan contracting slightly.
He was observing—observing Uchiha Akira's chakra flow, the micro-expressions of his muscles, the rhythm of his breathing, every detail that might reveal an opening before they struck.
"Oh?"
Uchiha Akira stood where he was, holding the Chakra Fruit in one hand.
Listening to the Otsutsuki speak, he tilted his head.
"So if I hand over the Chakra Fruit, you'll spare my life?"
His voice was not loud, and even carried a hint of sincere doubt.
The Otsutsuki exchanged glances, the contempt on their faces deepening.
Kuroshiki took half a step forward and was just about to speak—
Uchiha Akira grinned.
The smile was sinister and cold.
"Are you fucking idiots, or am I?"
He lifted the Chakra Fruit to his mouth.
"In that case—"
The pupils of all five Otsutsuki contracted at once.
"Why wouldn't I just eat the Chakra Fruit?"
He stuffed the fruit into his mouth and bit down!
Red light exploded.
The life energies of Otsutsuki Suishiki and Otsutsuki Moshiki were released simultaneously in Uchiha Akira's mouth.
Two utterly different streams of chakra intertwined, surging down his throat and into his body.
That energy