The figure on the right was lean and delicate-featured. He wore a dark Kurenai haori, his arms crossed before his chest and his gaze sharp as a hawk's.
Hagoromo Otsutsuki. Hamura Otsutsuki.
Yongye leaped out of the River of Time and into the physical world, laughing aloud!
"Hahaha... What a touching display of motherly love and filial devotion!"
"And this is the man who goes around preaching mutual understanding to future generations!"
"What a load of crap!"
Kaguya Otsutsuki frowned. "Who are you?"
Yongye curled his lip, his face full of disdain.
"You're the progenitor of Chakra, and you're an utter failure!"
"You've got neither looks nor strength!"
"If I were your father, I'd have left you as a stain on the wall rather than let you come out and embarrass yourself!"
Kaguya Otsutsuki flew into a rage.
She drew back her right hand from Hagoromo and Hamura, pressed her fingers together, and gathered a layer of dazzling white light at her fingertips.
The light rapidly swelled, compressed, and twisted in her palm, becoming a slender silver-white spear aimed straight at Yongye's chest.
"I don't care who you are. For such insolence, you deserve to die!"
Yongye did not look at the spear in her hand. His gaze remained on the distant sunset as he replied casually:
"Funny. I think you deserve to die too."
The silver-white spear shot from Kaguya Otsutsuki's palm. It moved so fast that it left only a thin silver line in the dusk. Before the sound of torn air could spread, its tip had already reached Yongye's chest.
Then the spear stopped.
It hung less than a finger's width from his clothes, trembling faintly in midair as though an invisible hand had pinched it by the middle. It could not advance another inch.
Yongye glanced