Urashiki's face twitched uncontrollably. That look, as though they were sizing up livestock, pierced straight through the pride in his so-called "son of a god" heart.
Orochimaru laughed so hard his body shook, his long tongue licking the dry skin on his lips as he made a harsh hissing sound like metal scraping sandpaper.
That gaze was blatantly assessing how many test tubes his flesh could fill.
"You... you filthy insects!"
Urashiki let out a shrill, distorted scream.
He sprang up from the muddy pit, his feet kicking up a huge spray of blackish-red water from the sludge.
Somehow, he pulled out another intact red chakra fishing rod.
The entire rod glowed with an eerie red light, its chakra fluctuations carrying a nauseating pulling force. It was specifically made to drain chakra.
"I'll fish every last bit of chakra out of you! Then I'll turn you into the cheapest pills and feed them to dogs!"
Urashiki cursed furiously and snapped his wrist.
The red fishing line shot through the air like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, carving a blinding red streak as it stabbed straight toward Yoru's heart!
Yoru did not even raise an eyelid.
He stood where he was, his trench coat snapping in the cold wind, both hands still tucked into his pockets.
He did not even look at the fishing line carrying that deadly suction.
Because he knew there was no need for him to act.
Bang!
A dull impact rang out.
A golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Yoru without warning.
Naruto still had the stick from an unfinished grilled sausage clenched between his teeth.
His golden-red Nine-Tails chakra cloak shone like a small sun, illuminating the gloomy ruins around them with a dazzling glow.
He extended his left hand wrapped in golden chakra