Soloing Urashiki Otsutsuki

Moonlight bleached the dunes bone-white, ridge after ridge piling up to the horizon like an endless row of graves.

The night wind scraped along the ground, sand grains pattering against the rock face with a constant hiss, making his molars ache.

Urashiki Otsutsuki hovered dozens of feet above the ground, his white cloak swollen with wind as it snapped against his calves.

His fingers tapped idly against the fish basket, whose body glowed with a dim red light like dying embers.

"Shoddy Chakra from a lower world."

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly fell silent.

The veins around his Byakugan tensed at once. His vision stretched to its limit and locked onto a dune ridge to the south.

Someone was there now.

A lone figure walked along the curve of the ridge, hands in his pockets, moving at an unhurried pace. Every step sank into the soft sand and left a footprint behind.

When the windblown sand came within a few feet of him, it suddenly parted to either side like water flowing around a stone.

The hem of his clothes did not move in the slightest.

Urashiki narrowed his eyes.

"Oh?"

The Byakugan swept over his opponent, and Urashiki's fingers stopped moving.

The amount of Chakra was absurd. His chakra pathways were denser than those of any shinobi in this world, and a thin membrane of pale golden energy wrapped around his body.

Urashiki tilted his head and shifted the fish basket to his left hand.

"A bug came to deliver intelligence? Saves me the trouble of looking for one."

He licked his lips. "That Chakra density looks like it might have some bite to it."

Ye did not stop walking, nor did he even raise his eyes to look at Urashiki.

His gaze merely