High in the sky, the veins around Kaguya's two Byakugan twisted across her corpse-pale face. Great beads of cold sweat mixed with mud dripped from her pointed chin. Her once-flowing, magnificent white robes had been burned away by Amaterasu's black flames, exposing the charred, dead-looking flesh beneath. Yoru stood atop the head of the blue-green Susanoo giant, casually brushed the black soot from his trench coat, and spat out a filthy glob of saliva reeking of earth and blood. "Mortals? Old hag, I told you long ago—don't judge us by that thousand-year-old junk of yours."
Yoru pulled a metal communicator from his coat, held down the red button, and bellowed into it without a care. "Uncle Orochimaru! Bring up all the spare Sealing Interference Rounds and Electromagnetic Gravity Sweeper Cannons!" "This old lady's bones are pretty tough. That Baryon Mode big ball somehow didn't shake her to death." Orochimaru's hoarse, nervously fanatical chuckle immediately came through the speaker, accompanied by piercing static. "You got it, Lord Yoru! I guarantee she'll experience what the most advanced 'physical cleanup' really means!"
"Kakuzu! Throw the generator room's switch all the way down! Don't fucking fret over a few pennies of electricity!" Ōnoki had climbed out of the mud as well. He slapped his bald head, smearing it with black sludge. Rubbing his aching lower back, the old man shouted madly into the underground communications channel. Kakuzu pulled down the switch with a dark expression and obvious reluctance. "Old man Ōnoki! After this shot, our village's wages next month will be cut by twenty percent! Don't even think about reimbursing so much as a leaf of tea through me!"
"Fire!" Yoru slammed his palm downward through the air. In midair, the metal side hatches of more than a dozen colossal Chakra levitating warships, each