"Myotismon's eyes flew wide open. 'The Phantom Troupe?!'"
"The assassination organization formed by the students of Kakuzu, the ultimate king of killers! They say its founding members all came from the Assassination Classroom he established."
"The band of thieves notorious for its brutal methods and hundred-percent mission success rate?"
"That's them." Demiurge nodded with satisfaction. "With them aboard, waiting for their chance to strike, our little 'accident' is certain to succeed."
"Given their greed and their strength, there's no doubt about it."
Myotismon licked his sharp fangs, finally looking convinced. "If it's those lawless bastards, they might actually pull off a job this big."
"But," he added, sounding eager to watch the trouble unfold, "among the people boarding just now, I think I caught the stench of a few rats. That sickening smell of blood peculiar to the Jashinist Cult."
"They seem to have slipped aboard too. Don't tell me you invited those lunatics?"
Demiurge gave a disdainful snort. "The Jashinist Cult? No. Those zealots, lost in their fantasies of sacrificing themselves, aren't worthy of working with me."
"Who knows which sewer they crawled out of? Perhaps they smelled death and chaos and came for a share, or perhaps they just want to perform one of their ridiculous Sacrificial Rituals aboard this splendid cruise ship."
He looked toward the gleaming white Peace Tour, his gaze cold, as though he were staring at an enormous coffin.
"It doesn't matter. Let them do as they please."
"After all, this ship bearing the name of 'peace' is destined to sink beneath this vast sea, taking every hope, lie, and life aboard down with it."
"And its sinking will be the perfect spark to ignite the Fifth Shinobi World War."
Myotismon let out a low, delighted laugh as his body broke apart into countless