The rain poured even harder.
The cold rain carried the stench of earth, soaking these ruins into a mass of sticky black mud.
Yoru stood atop the half-destroyed shell of a metal warship.
He casually pulled out a piece of compressed biscuit he had just broken off and chewed it with loud crunches. The dry, stale taste of old wheat flour rushed straight up his throat.
He did not look at Code on the ground. Instead, he stared fixedly at the fissure ahead, still spewing black smoke.
That was Kara's headquarters.
That Space-Jump Bomb had just blasted a hole straight through its defensive barrier.
Now, sparks crackled from within, along with a strange stench of burnt circuitry mixed with rotting corpses.
"Orochimaru, anything moving down there?"
Yoru glanced back at Orochimaru.
Orochimaru was crouched in the mud, stuffing the mangled remains of Kara members into a large metal canister.
His golden snake eyes gleamed with reckless, deranged excitement.
His sleeves were soaked through with black slime, and the rank stench made several Stone Village shinobi frown. Some even retched on the spot.
"Lord Yoru, there is plenty of movement."
Orochimaru stuffed the last severed hand into the canister and sealed it with a dull metallic clang.
He ran his tongue over the corner of his mouth, wearing the expression of a starving beast that had just spotted fresh meat.
"That man called Jigen has the suppressive power belonging to Ōtsutsuki Isshiki inside him. It is about to crush his own soul apart."
"Kara's base is like a hydrogen balloon forcibly pumped full of gas right now."
"As long as we stick one more needle into it, the whole thing will burst."
Yoru nodded and casually tossed the greasy biscuit wrapper into the mud.
His scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan narrowed slightly.
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