The Protagonist Blasts Apart the Moon's Surface with a Single Super Electromagnetic Chakra Cannon!

"Quit playing mysterious games with me. With those crappy eyeballs of yours, you think you're worthy of talking about ruling anything with me?"

Yoru stood at the very front of the battleship's deck, his black trench coat snapping loudly under the frigid radiation of the cosmic vacuum.

His Mangekyō Sharingan stared fixedly ahead. From the violent energy output just now, a small gash had split open at the corner of his eye, dark-red beads of blood with a metallic tang seeping out.

He casually wiped at it, smearing the blood across his coat collar, his movements as rough as some foreman fresh off a construction site.

"That rock is pretty damn ugly."

Yoru extended a finger and pointed at the moon ahead, dyed blood-red by Kaguya's chakra.

To Yoru, the thing looked exactly like a rotten potato covered in pimples.

It was full of craters and hollows, exuding the stale reek of ancient grime.

"Naruto, Sasuke, get back."

Yoru shouted over his shoulder.

Naruto was slinging that pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orb spear over his shoulder. At Yoru's words, he hurriedly dragged Sasuke behind the ship's control console.

The two of them reeked of sweat from the intense battle just now, carrying something like the smell of spoiled red-bean cakes. The stench made Yoru frown repeatedly.

"Uncle Yoru, are you really firing that cannon?"

Naruto poked his head out, curiously looking toward the center of the deck, where a massive object sat.

It looked like an antique cannon, except its barrel was wrapped in countless blue runes and electrode coils.

Orochimaru had "borrowed" the technology from several captured Ōtsutsuki Clan members, then combined it with Yoru's Baryon Mode chakra to create this ultimate piece of black-tech weaponry.

"Shut the hell up and brace yourselves."

Yoru walked over to the firing position and