The air on this planet carried a rusty smell, mixed with the salty, fishy stench of the ground, like dried-out kelp. It was foul.
The moment the spaceship entered the atmosphere, the sky outside turned a miserable yellowish green.
It looked like a moldy rotten apple.
Yoru stood before the command console. The hem of his black cloak with red clouds snapped in the turbulent airflow drawn in through the ship's intake vents.
There was even a soy sauce stain on his collar from last night's snack. He casually tugged at it, but the stain stood out sharply in the dim light.
"Orochimaru, are the coordinates accurate?"
He scratched at the corner of his left eye, his fingernails still holding traces of grease that had not been cleaned off.
"These Ōtsutsuki descendants all look like spoiled young masters who've never suffered a day in their lives."
Yoru chewed the flavorless gum in his mouth, then picked it out and stuck it over the navigation system's red indicator light, blocking the glaring glow.
A twisted, excited smile hung on Orochimaru's pale, corpse-like face.
His white lab coat was covered in stains from all sorts of mixed chemicals, carrying a stench like rotten fish left out for three months.
He extended his long tongue and licked the dry skin around his lips, his voice terribly hoarse.
"Lord Yoru, the Chakra activity here is far more abundant than the energy pools of those corpses in the Shinobi World."
"It seems that God Tree Sapling they forcibly planted into the planet's core has already drained this world completely dry."
"When it comes to planting trees, Stone Village is the true ancestor."
Yoru looked at the white ships on the screen, busy setting up gravitational anchors.
Those things looked like a pile of unfinished building