Kabuto Yakushi, who had once possessed considerable strength, had lost all his former swagger.
Even after transforming his body into this state, he had still failed to change his tragic end.
With the black receivers pinning his entire body in place, Kabuto Yakushi could move nothing but his mouth. He panted, easing the pain a little, then said with difficulty:
"I never imagined the problem would lie with the trump card I was proudest of. My training was still inadequate. I couldn't control Madara Uchiha's reanimated body!"
Mizuki scoffed.
"If you had that kind of strength, would you have needed to go to such lengths to obtain Madara Uchiha's reanimated body?"
In the Shinobi World, where strength ultimately belonged to the individual, strengthening oneself mattered most. Relying on outside power, or even forbidden jutsu, would lead to trouble sooner or later.
"If you'd openly faced me in a head-on battle, you might have stood a chance. Instead, you ignorantly used a power you couldn't control. You've seen where that led. You brought this on yourself."
"What good does telling me that do now...? What are you going to do with me?"
"Do with you?"
Mizuki answered with amusement,
"It seems you're still clinging to a sliver of hope that you'll survive! Someone else might take pity on you and give you a chance to turn over a new leaf, but I don't like making things that complicated. If repentance could wipe the slate clean, wouldn't all that blood have been spilled for nothing?"
Mizuki pulled a black receiver out of Kabuto Yakushi's body and aimed its point at his head.
"O pitiful figure lost in confusion and darkness, a soul steeped in sin, hurting and belittling others-would you like to try dying once?"
Mizuki burned Kabuto Yakushi's corpse to