Otsutsuki Raishiki's gaze carved across Kushiki, then swept toward Ōtsutsuki Kuroshiki, before finally pinning itself on the faces of the other two Ōtsutsuki.
"Anyone who backs down now dies by my hand first!"
His voice was pressed very low, every word as if scraped out of his throat.
Black lightning exploded at his fingertips, arcs of electricity crawling up his forearm to his shoulder, bleaching half his face deathly white!
But a fine layer of sweat had beaded at his temple, gleaming under the lightning with a trace of fear.
Ōtsutsuki Kuroshiki: "...Heh. There are no deserters among the Ōtsutsuki!"
He stood where he was, his withered face twitching twice, his lips moving soundlessly.
Kushiki's spacetime Dojutsu might let him slip away from under Raishiki's nose, but what did Kuroshiki have to escape with? His life force had already run dry, and that outburst just now had made it even weaker.
Kuroshiki abruptly widened the halos by several degrees.
Weapons surged out of the halos, arrayed in perfect order!
The other two Ōtsutsuki exchanged a look, each of their Adam's apples bobbing.
The Rock Spears were still planted in the ground, and the Tailed Beast Bomb was still in the mouth.
Fuck!
They wanted to, all right, but they fucking didn't dare.
Ōtsutsuki Kushiki stood at the outermost edge, his eyes flickering.
"Raishiki."
Kushiki grinned, his tone very casual.
"You said just now that the person who raises dogs knows a dog's weaknesses best."
He tilted his head.
"Then does the dog know its master's weaknesses?"
Raishiki's pupils contracted for an instant.
Kushiki did not wait for his answer. His figure vanished from where he stood. "Hahaha! If I want to leave, what can you do about it? Otsutsuki Raishiki, facing the evolved God of Ōtsutsuki, I'd like to see