The stench of blood hung in the air, carrying a faint rusty tang.
That monster named Kinshiki, who had been arrogant as hell just moments ago, did not even have a whole piece left. Might Guy had kicked him straight into space debris.
That cloud of red blood mist spun as it drifted outward through the vacuum, unhindered by resistance.
It looked utterly disgusting.
Momoshiki lay sprawled amid the meteorite rubble, his deathly pale, bluish face twisted out of shape by the explosion.
His Rinnegan were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at the green-skinned uncle slumped in Naruto's arms.
His teeth ground loudly, spraying bits of rotten flesh from his mouth.
"Th-this... what the hell kind of move was that..."
A gurgling sound came from his throat, like someone was choking him by the neck.
Might Guy had already turned into a limp heap of flesh.
His entire right leg looked as though it had just come out of a meat grinder, mangled beyond recognition, with pale bone fragments piercing through the skin.
Sweat and mud smeared across his face and hair.
Yet this guy still had the strength to grin. With blood staining his big white teeth, he looked especially sinister.
"Hey... you there. Did that kick feel good?"
Before he could finish, he coughed up another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of lung, dyeing the dust on the ground a dark red.
Yoru drifted leisurely out of the spacecraft.
His scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan held only the cold indifference of someone examining a strange curiosity.
He walked over to Momoshiki and ground the sole of his leather shoe against the blood-red axe broken in two, producing a piercing scraping sound.
"What, already out of options?"
Momoshiki stared intently at Yoru, the purple glow in his Rinnegan flickering like