"Slow down with the sucking. Don't fucking choke to death. I've got plenty in stock."
I eyed his corpse-like face coldly, keeping my hands tucked in my coat pockets.
"My Wood Release concentrate isn't watered down. Can that busted gut of yours really hold it?"
The fat man sounded muffled and hoarse, as though a wad of old phlegm were stuck in his throat.
"God's vessel is bottomless. Your power merely nourishes the divine."
"I will take every last drop of your chakra."
"It will serve nicely to cleanse this village of its sins."
I spat a mouthful of gritty saliva onto the ground and ground it hard beneath my sole.
Watching his belly swell bigger and bigger, I couldn't help laughing.
"Unbelievable. Still running your mouth to the bitter end. Doesn't your belly feel ready to burst?"
"That stuff has a little of the Ten-Tails' life force in it. It's damn concentrated."
"You're a corpse controlled by black metal rods, and you dared swallow it raw?"
"God can devour all karmic burdens. A mortal's understanding is far too shallow."
"You really think you're a public toilet, taking in whatever filthy, stinking crap gets dumped into you."
"Watch out for the bottom falling out, fatty. Your belly's looking almost transparent."
The instant I finished speaking, the fat man's mechanical joints began clacking wildly.
His round belly looked like a pig's bladder inflated to bursting, stretching his clothes taut.
Two brass buttons popped off with a bang, bounced twice on the stone paving, and rolled into a puddle.
"No... the chakra is turning against me... I can't stop it."
"My body... is out of control."
His purple Rinnegan widened as he stared fixedly at his own hands.
They had already turned the color of wood, and he couldn't pull them free.