"Lord Momoshiki, don't waste time with him!"
That brainless brute Kinshiki tossed half an axe handle onto the ground, his face covered in scorch marks from electrical sparks.
His Byakugan looked as though they had been dunked in a vat of lime, while his armor had split open in seven or eight places, leaking foul-smelling blue ionized smoke.
"These lowborn natives from Iwagakure are bizarre!"
"That thing in their hands isn't ninjutsu at all. It's... some disgusting technology that can forcibly lock down space!"
Momoshiki had been blasted badly as well. His formerly luxurious white robe was already in tatters.
The skin exposed at his cuffs had been torn open by the aftershock of that Super Electromagnetic Railgun. Pus mixed with dirt, making for a revolting sight.
That face, which had always looked down on everyone as if he could crush these natives at will, was now twisted with the fury of having been humiliated.
"Th-this fucking...!"
He opened his mouth, his gums filled with bits of flesh shattered by the explosion. Pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.
"What kind of cursed ninjutsu is this? Even my Rinnegan can't fully analyze it?!"
Yoru stood not far away, casually turning over a metal fragment he had just removed from the warship.
The piece was as thin as a cicada's wing, still stained with dark red lubricant that had yet to dry, carrying the pungent scent of industrial adhesive.
His Mangekyō Sharingan narrowed slightly, filled with the amused look of someone watching a fool suffer.
"Of course you can't analyze it."
"Orochimaru and his people spend every day slicing things up in the laboratory. They've analyzed even Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's fingernails inside out."
"Your outdated chakra circuits are nothing more than an experimental scrap proposal that never even made it into