Delta's incomplete severed limbs were scattered across a heap of warship parts coated in black oil and rust.
A strange stench, like expired canned food mixed with burnt plastic, seeped out through the drafty hull panels, choking the throat.
From behind the scrap-metal framework that had just been blasted full of holes by Explosive Tags, a blindingly white figure suddenly sprang out.
Code.
The idiot Jigen had raised as a "successor" had flushed red with rage, cursing in some incomprehensible alien language.
The iconic black straps wrapped around his hands, as tough and flexible as belts, lashed wildly through the air.
"Those damn Stone Village natives! And that Uchiha lunatic!"
Fine beads of sweat covered Code's otherwise handsome face, now twisted beyond recognition by fury.
He casually pulled a rag from his pocket and wiped his face. The sweat stink on it was enough to make even him want to vomit.
"They actually dared to blow up Delta! She was the perfect modified body bestowed by Lord Ōtsutsuki Isshiki!"
As he cursed, his killing intent-filled eyes remained fixed on the Iwagakure warship in the distance, which was slowly decelerating and looked no different from a giant metal can.
Where had these people even come from?
That Baryon Mode, those Scientific Ninja Tools—every move carried the rogue air of people who refused to play by the rules.
This was utterly shameless!
"What, can't accept it?"
A voice as cold as if it had emerged from an ice cellar suddenly rang out above Code's head.
Sasuke stood with his hands in his pockets, his black cloak patterned with red clouds billowing in the wind. Two specks of coal dust from yesterday's battle clung to his collar, making him look rather grimy.
His purple Rinnegan was filled with a bone-deep disdain for such