The enormous moon had once been nothing more than a lofty ornament hanging in the sky, casting its cold silver glow in the eyes of those Cloud Village shinobi.
But now, on Uchiha Yoru's warship display, it looked like a rotten ball that had been stripped bare, its body covered in scars.
That Super Electromagnetic Chakra Cannon blast just now had come without the slightest flashy effect.
It had been violence in its purest form.
When that streak of light struck, the lifeless crust of lunar soil, untouched for thousands of years, shattered like a biscuit.
Countless meteors larger than mountain peaks, carrying the dry, decayed scent of rock dust, were violently blasted into the vacuum.
"Tch. The aim was still a little off."
Yoru leaned against the console, crumpling a wrinkled candy wrapper in his hand with a soft rustle.
He casually tossed the wrapper into a cup full of tea stains, producing a crisp ding.
"I wanted to gouge out those blue eyeballs directly. Didn't expect this ball's skin to be tougher than the sole of my damn shoe."
Naruto was sprawled by the porthole, clutching a chicken wing skewer stripped down to the bones as he rubbed his greasy fingers all over the glass.
As he watched the chaotic explosions in the distance, even the whiskers on his face trembled with excitement.
"Uncle! Are those Ōtsutsuki birdmen screaming their heads off in there?"
Naruto grinned, revealing teeth streaked with shreds of meat.
"I say we just ram the warship straight into them. Who cares what god eyes or ghost eyes they have? We'll crush them all underfoot!"
Sasuke ignored him.
He sat in a corner, carefully wiping down the Kusanagi Sword with an oily, tattered rag.
A few dark-red bloodstains marked the blade, remnants from when he