Momoshiki and Kinshiki Descended on the Shinobi World? No Need for Naruto or Sasuke to Act

Sasuke lay face down in a muddy pit, half his body buried in rotten vegetable leaves, panting heavily.

His lone hand clawed at the wet mud, his knuckles white. Bloody froth trickled from the corner of his mouth down his chin, soaking a broad patch of the tattered black robe over his chest.

I crouched down, but instead of helping him, I fussed over the two big cabbages beneath his backside.

"Young master, your aim when you crash-land is truly impressive. You went straight for the hearts of the cabbages I just fertilized. I was saving this one to pickle next week. How are you going to pay me back?"

Sasuke rolled his eye hard at my words, choked up a mouthful of gritty blood, and clutched the stump of his arm as he coughed violently.

He struggled to lift his head. Bulging blood vessels surrounded the purple Rinnegan in his remaining eye, and his eyelid kept twitching.

"Sen Senju... stop screwing around! Cough, cough... I'm not joking!"

"Those two aren't half-baked like Kaguya. They've swallowed countless God Tree Fruits. They're real plunderers from the Main Family!"

"Tell the village to sound the highest-level evacuation alarm! If we're too late, all of Konoha will be burned to charcoal!"

Before I could reply, half the wooden fence outside the yard was smashed clean off with a crash, scattering wood chips and splinters everywhere.

Naruto barreled in like a wild rabbit with its tail on fire. The black dress shoe on his right foot had long since gone flying somewhere.

All he had left on that foot was a white sock with a hole in it. His tie hung crooked on the right side of his neck, and two buttons had popped off his shirt.

Huge beads of sweat rolled down his