"Young brat! Die!" Ōtsutsuki Kaguya suddenly heaved half her body out of the scorched mud pit. The sleeve of her filthy white robe flapped wildly in the gale like a broken bellows. The swollen blue veins around her hollow Byakugan looked ready to burst, and several drops of blood with an earthy stench even streamed from the corners of her eyes, smearing half her face. She stared at Yoru atop Susanoo's head, her eyes bloodshot as she let out the most frenzied roar of her life. Its shrill cry echoed through the skies above the Land of Rain, nearly rupturing Ōnoki's eardrums.
Without forming a single hand seal, the bones in her newly regenerated pale right hand ground together with a piercing crack. Two sharp, lifeless gray bones violently pierced through the skin on the back of her hand, dragging out a large spray of blood still brimming with vitality. All-Killing Ash Bones! This was an absolute blade of law that could forcibly melt even gods into powder in an instant! She thrust her arm forward, and the two ash bones became sharp, frigid streaks shooting straight for Yoru's throat!
Yoru stood atop the blue-green Susanoo with both hands tucked into his trench coat pockets, not the slightest bit tense. Instead, he leisurely pulled out a rotten apple speckled with mud and took huge, crunchy bites from it. "I'm saying, old lady, isn't this move of yours a little too repetitive?" Yoru casually tossed the apple core to the ground. "Orochimaru, bring up my pile of 'big treasures.'"
"Right away, Lord Yoru! We've been ready!" Orochimaru poked his head out from a spatial gateway with a sinister grin. His ghostly pale face bore golden snake eyes gleaming with neurotic fanaticism as he yanked down the metal lever in his hand.