The gray-white lunar soil on the far side of the moon was now rolling and collapsing like a dead fish whose belly had been ripped open, exposing ancient stone temples buried for thousands of years and reeking faintly of mildew.
Otsutsuki Toneri crawled out of the dust that had yet to be cleared away, looking utterly wretched.
The white robe he had proudly called his "holy garment of a god" had been blasted full of holes, its edges smeared with sticky gray mud from being grazed by the battleship's main cannon.
His eerily blue eyes were filled with disbelieving terror, and his entire body would not stop trembling.
"Wh... what the hell is that thing?"
Gasping heavily, Toneri tore off the scorched piece of cloth on his body and threw it onto the ground.
The instant it touched the ground, it sizzled. It was clearly still carrying thermal radiation hot enough to cook human skin.
"That blue beam... didn't have even the slightest chakra fluctuation!"
Toneri viciously clawed at his messy white hair, tearing out several dry, yellowed strands that fell into the gray dust.
His blue pupils, glinting coldly in the darkness, stared fixedly at the Stone Village Battleship hovering in orbit like a frigid metal monster.
He had spent his entire life in this impoverished lunar dump, eating moldy biscuits and drinking stale water squeezed from cracks in the rocks. When had he ever seen this kind of high-tech head-on confrontation?
"Report, Lord Toneri! The Tenseigan positions buried underground were... were shattered by that shot. Two-thirds of them are gone!"
A puppet servant in a strange white vest, carrying the stench of old sweat, stumbled over.
Parts of his body had cracked open, exposing the intricate gears and wires within, which were belching black smoke.
"And... the defensive