As a soul, the Death God never saw human bodies. It saw what they truly were: their souls.
In its trembling eyes, the one standing before Sarutobi Hiruzen wasn't Uchiha Yuji, but—
A gigantic, five-hundred-meter-long egg-like creature. The egg sac of its outer shell meant nothing to the Death God. The most important part was the larva protected inside.
Although it was still quite immature, its sharp sickles and other features were smooth and tender, and it didn't seem particularly threatening to the eye.
But as its bright yellow organs pulsed with light in time with its breathing, the Death God sensed mortal danger!
It knew where this special feeling came from. It didn't know what kind of attack its enemy might unleash, and it didn't want to find out.
But there was one thing it knew for certain: it had to run again.
Just as it had when Goddess Kaguya descended, it was scared out of its wits!
The caster's death had freed it from its restraints. Escaping should have been easy.
It moved its body, but its soul remained rooted in place. Looking down, it saw a hand of flesh and blood gripping its arm tightly!
Those crimson Mangekyō Sharingan held a wicked allure, radiating an aura even colder than the Death God's own.
It had been the same back then.
An otherworldly visitor, trying to flee—and failing to escape!
"A mass of energy in the form of a spirit, brimming with strange emotions. If its energy and emotional fluctuations weren't so faint, feeding it to Zetton might have been a good idea."
The Death God wasn't stupid. It understood human speech.
Unable to speak, it obediently lowered its head to show its submission. Perhaps because Uchiha Yuji didn't react at all, it took its sickle and cut