"You're trash who only knows how to hide in the shadows and play schemes. You think you're worthy of talking about power?"
Kabuto's voice bounced around the spacious Tsuchikage's office, sharp with a cracking edge.
His pale face had twisted out of shape from extreme excitement.
The corners of his mouth stretched unnervingly wide, exposing several teeth stained yellow with tartar.
He stared fixedly at Uchiha Yoru in the executive chair, his chest heaving like a bellows.
"Crack."
Yoru ignored him. He merely extended his thumb and leisurely picked at a hangnail beside his index fingernail.
He tore off a tiny strip of dead skin, and a bead of blood emerged from his fingertip.
He casually smeared the skin onto the armrest of the leather chair, then put his bloody finger in his mouth and sucked it.
A faint rusty taste spread across his tongue.
Yoru lifted his eyelids and looked at Kabuto, standing in a puddle of snake saliva, as though he were an idiot.
"Four-Eyes, did you eat garlic before coming out this morning?"
Yoru smacked his lips and leaned back with some disgust.
"Your breath is so strong it's practically making my eyes water."
"Lord Yoru! Stop playing dumb with me!"
Kabuto suddenly took a step forward.
His sole landed in that sticky puddle of transparent slime with a nauseating squelch.
He raised his skinny hand and slapped it onto the coffin lid beside him—the Second Tsuchikage's coffin.
Thud.
A cloud of grayish-white mold dust shook loose from the lid, making even Kabuto sneeze twice.
"Achoo! Achoo!"
Kabuto rubbed his nose, casually wiped his snot on his dark-red robe, then hurriedly pushed up his round glasses as they slipped down.
"I'm not joking with you!"
Kabuto pointed at the three Impure World Reincarnation bodies standing stiffly upright,