These Ōtsutsuki Vanguard fools really thought they were the masters of this star system.
Aboard their gleaming white battleship, that cold, deathly metallic stench seemed capable of drilling into one's nostrils even through the vacuum.
Below the battleship, the God Tree that had only been planted in Green Star's core a few days ago was now crazily spewing purple sap with a sickly sweet, bloody smell.
The sap flowed everywhere, directly corroding those crocodile-like natives into heaps of black flesh pulp. It was disgusting to look at.
Yoru leaned against the Stone Village Battleship's control console, pinching a scrap of tattered robe that had been torn off some Ōtsutsuki.
The robe was covered in foul-smelling mud and decayed organic matter scraped off Green Star's surface. It smelled like socks left unwashed for half a month.
He did not mind it at all. He casually tossed the rag to the floor, a vicious sneer on his face that made even Orochimaru's skin crawl.
"Bringing warmth? Kakuzu, that's a pretty fitting phrase."
Kakuzu was guarding several crates of high-purity interstellar energy crystals that had just been looted from the battleship, greed gleaming in his beady eyes.
He still had an unlit rotten wooden stick clenched between his teeth, using it to pick meat from between his teeth. The pick was coated in dried grease, sticky and grimy.
"These Ōtsutsuki bastards can't cough up much money, but they're damn hard to kill."
"Since they love planting trees so much, we ought to help them harvest one—and level the ground for these alien monkeys while we're at it."
"Cut the crap."
Yoru waved a hand. His black trench coat looked especially oppressive in the cold air circulating through the cabin.
He watched the Green Star natives tangled in the God Tree's roots on the