On the moon.
Otsutsuki Toneri jolted awake.
"Ha... ha..."
He panted heavily, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dotting his forehead. The clothes on his back had long since been soaked through by bone-chilling cold sweat, as though he had just woken from a nightmare.
But Toneri knew that it had not been a dream.
Everything had been real!
To ensure he could control the puppet without delay, he had practically abandoned most of his lunar body's senses and devoted himself entirely to the puppet made from his father's corpse.
That was why, when the "guillotine" fell, the sensation of his head hitting the ground had felt especially real.
Yet what Toneri feared was not that false death, but Lin Qing's calm, emotionless words before they parted—
"Wait for me on the moon."
Lin Qing had already mastered lunar landing technology.
"If he really crosses the distance of 380,000 kilometers and reaches the moon..."
Toneri swallowed.
"What should I do?"
Before today, Toneri had always been confident.
He had regarded the humans of the Ninja World as primitive monkeys.
Perhaps some of them could swing clubs—ninjutsu. Perhaps a few monkeys were especially strong—Lin Qing and the Five Kage.
But monkeys were still monkeys.
Inferior creatures.
As long as he put in a little effort, he could rule the world.
That was what Toneri had thought.
Then Lin Qing had walked right up to him and, without another word, slapped him so hard that Toneri was left stunned, shattering all his illusions.
"Hyuga Hiashi's Byakugan is even stronger than I imagined. The fusion with the Tenseigan is already nearing its end."
"Even if Lin Qing wants to take a rocket here, it will take him at least three days. That is enough time for me to complete the fusion."
"With