"Bzzzt—"
The high-frequency laser saw cut into Momoshiki's only remaining left arm, spraying sparks that carried the stench of burning flesh.
The smell was overpowering, mixed with the dry metallic dust of the lunar vacuum, enough to make anyone gag.
That old bastard Kakuzu had an incredibly steady hand. He pressed the blade down as if slicing tofu, all while muttering about how much this alien arm could sell for.
Momoshiki was pinned in the muddy pit, his face smeared with blood and black sludge, twisted beyond recognition.
He did not scream or howl. The fear in his remaining eye had even faded somewhat.
In its place was an eerie calm, laced with cold mockery.
He stared fixedly at Yoru, who stood before him chewing gum.
The corners of his mouth split apart, revealing several teeth stained red with blood.
"Mortal, do you think you have won?"
Momoshiki's voice was weak, but wrapped in chakra, it still carried clearly.
"This worthless shell can be destroyed if you like."
"My will, the inheritance of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, lies in a realm that lowly creatures like you will never touch."
He suddenly bit down on his tongue, and an incomparably pure stream of white chakra spilled from the corners of his ruptured mouth.
It was not energy meant for attack, but a life imprint with intensely corrosive properties.
"Brother Yoru! He's trying to escape!"
Naruto leaped over, the Truth-Seeking Orb spear in his hand humming as it glowed gold.
"I can feel that bastard's soul trying to burrow out!"
"He wants to possess someone's body, just like that old snake Orochimaru's Curse Mark!"
Sasuke said nothing. Purple-black arcs of lightning crackled across the Kusanagi Sword.
His left Rinnegan locked tightly onto Momoshiki.
"Trying to leave behind a Karma?"
"In front of these