The Protagonist Draws His Blade, Severing Space with a Single Strike of Max-Level Space-Time Ninjutsu!

Momoshiki's malformed body, forcibly reinforced with Kinshiki's flesh and reeking of disgusting rotten mud, now hung in midair.

What showed in those pale golden Byakugan was not a god's majesty, but the panic of someone at the end of his rope.

He watched Uchiha Yoru below leisurely stuff things into his pocket, his eye twitching like a broken metronome.

"You... what filthy thing did you make me eat?!"

Momoshiki roared in a cracked voice. The moment he opened his mouth, two streams of blue-glowing, pus-like sludge hung from the corners of his lips.

He had absorbed too much of Iwagakure's experimental poison gas earlier; his internal organs were nearly melting.

He tried to gather another Tailed Beast Bomb, but before the little chakra left in his body could even come together, it all leaked out through his ruptured chakra pathways.

"What you ate was good stuff, of course."

Yoru pulled a slightly rusted ear pick from his pocket and jabbed it into his ear.

The gesture was utterly crude. Right in front of Momoshiki, he casually flicked the earwax he dug out onto the warship's metal deck.

He could not even be bothered to glance at Momoshiki.

"That old bastard Orochimaru spent all his private savings buying five hundred tons of high-purity ore for the sake of your chakra purity."

"That meal of yours was fucking expensive."

The moment Yoru finished speaking, his right hand, which had been lazily tucked in his pocket all this time, suddenly moved.

There was no wind, no opening stance.

Yoru simply drew the Kusanagi Sword that had been hanging at his waist.

There was an extremely obvious patch of wear on the sword's sheath, a mark left from when he had used it as a crowbar on the battlefield to force open an alien