"On my turf, this chakra... Uchiha!"
Yoru's voice was soft, yet amid the howling wind and torrential rain, it sounded exceptionally domineering. Like the bluntest cleaver, it hacked a chunk out of the blood-red moonlight in the sky.
He casually pulled a grimy, slightly frayed handkerchief from his trench coat pocket and roughly wiped away the black ash left between his fingers from smashing the Truth-Seeking Orb earlier. Then he spat into the charred muddy puddle at his feet.
"Enough. Naruto, Sasuke, teach this old hag a lesson. Let her know the rules of the new age. Come on, damn it, quit wasting breath with her."
"Got it, Uncle Yoru! I've been sick of the sight of this old woman with rabbit horns for ages!"
Naruto rubbed his stomach, sweat streaming down his cheeks, marked by three black fox whiskers, soaking his collar.
He took a deep breath of the air thick with sulfur and burnt stench. The golden-red Baryon chakra cloak around him hissed with white steam like boiling water, instantly vaporizing the snow beneath his feet.
"Sasuke, don't steal my thunder. This time, I'm definitely twisting off those rabbit ears of hers!"
"Shut up, dead last."
Sasuke snorted. His deep-purple six-pointed-star Rinnegan was bloodshot, and a gash at the corner of his eye, split open from overload, still dripped blackish-red pus and blood.
His mud-caked fingers clenched the hilt of the Kusanagi Sword tightly. The blade scraped against its sheath, producing a harsh, rasping sound.
"You should leave that old woman's head for me to use as a sheath. Don't touch her with those greasy hands of yours. Filthy."
"Arrogant Indra... Ashura..."
The muscles on Kaguya's corpse-pale face twisted grotesquely. The dense blue veins around her Byakugan bulged like a writhing mass of earthworms.
She had lived for