Yoru watched Ōtsutsuki Kaguya fall from the sky, her face turning unusually panicked for the first time. He tugged at the collar of his trench coat, and his mocking sneer sounded especially piercing amid the torrential rain. The goddess, pale as a corpse, struggled in the mud. Her long hair had been scorched black, veins throbbed around her Byakugan, and she looked as pathetic as a mud doll that had been crushed in someone's hand. Yoru leisurely pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the black mud from his fingers, his face full of undisguised contempt. Before the absolute, unreasonable suppression of future technology, this so-called progenitor of chakra could not even handle two twelve-year-old brats.
"How... how could this happen..." Kaguya lay in the muddy water, vomiting great mouthfuls of green Wood Release pus as the Rinne Sharingan in her eyes trembled wildly. That proud mind of hers, which believed it could rule over every living thing in the world, had completely short-circuited. And inside the left sleeve of her broad garment, now covered in black mud, Black Zetsu's yellow eyes had shrunk to pinpoints from sheer terror. In the darkness, they stared fixedly at Yoru as he approached step by step, while a harsh low growl escaped its throat.
"Mother! Quickly use the spatial formation to retreat to the Ice Dimension!" Black Zetsu clutched Kaguya's icy elbow tightly, its voice shrill as fingernails scraping across an iron pot. "The heavy-particle energy on Uchiha Yoru is being consumed every second. He can't hold out for long!" "As long as we stall him until his chakra is completely exhausted, victory will still be ours!" It urged her almost hysterically, its voice filled with desperate terror.
Mud squelched beneath Yoru's boots. With one hand tucked into his trench coat