Urashiki was grabbed by the collar with Yoru's large hand, which reeked of cigarette tar, and lifted off the ground.
His loose white robe with golden patterns was now covered in filthy mud, mixed with the stench of the urine he had failed to hold back earlier. He smelled like a jar of pickled cabbage dredged out of a sewer.
His once-proud Byakugan were now bloodshot from overwhelming terror, while huge beads of cold sweat dripped from his corpse-pale face.
"G-God..."
Urashiki's throat was dry, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically as he stammered.
"The god of the Ōtsutsuki Clan is called Yume! He has devoured countless living planets, eating God Tree fruits like meals. He's currently at the center of the Milky Way..."
"Enough. Shut up."
Before he could finish, Yoru released him in disgust and tossed him into the mud pit like a bag of rotting garbage.
Urashiki landed butt-first in the foul puddle, splashing mud everywhere. Terrified, he immediately curled into a ball and did not even dare breathe too loudly.
"Ōtsutsuki Yume?"
Yoru casually took out the piece of gum he had chewed into mush and stuck it onto a broken stone pillar nearby.
A brutally cold glint flashed through his Mangekyō Sharingan.
"That name sounds pretty damn arrogant. Wonder if he can take an explosion."
"Orochimaru, this brat has no more use. Take him away."
Orochimaru stood nearby, his golden slit pupils gleaming with the manic green light of someone who had found premium dissection material.
He licked his dry, peeling lips, his absurdly long tongue hissing through the air. A small piece of flesh left over from slicing up Kinshiki still clung to his white lab coat.
"You got it, Lord Yoru! I guarantee not even a single hair on this premium lab rat will