Elsewhere, Dave looked around in bewilderment. Where the hell had I ended up? Was I even still in the country?
Dave crouched down and scooped up a handful of sand.
"Oh, come on. I ended up in a desert," Dave said speechlessly, staring at the sand in his hand.
"Aaaaaah!"
Suddenly, a foot shot out of the pile of sand beneath Dave and kicked him flying.
Recognizing that familiar outfit, Dave flew into a rage. He walked over, dug its owner out, and gave him a kick.
"Holy shit! Lord Dave! Lord Dave, I'm sorry! I didn't see it was you!" Ōtsutsuki Moon, wearing a pair of oversized shorts, hurriedly crawled out of the sand and shouted.
"Come on, tell me where we are. Aren't you an alien?" Dave asked, laughing in exasperation.
"No idea."
"Aren't you an Otsutsuki? Don't you run around planets on missions every day?"
"No idea."
"Fine, forget going to the Otsutsuki. How do we get back?"
"No idea."
"...What the fuck do you know?!" Dave went over and kicked the hell out of him...
Afterward, a bruised and battered Ōtsutsuki Moon looked at Dave with an innocent expression...
Dave sighed...
"Bro, boss, what do we do now?" Ōtsutsuki Moon asked innocently. He did have some strength; it was just rather average. And he was just a little bit terrible with directions...
"You got us into this mess. Want a chance to make up for it?" Dave asked, looking at Ōtsutsuki Moon.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Ōtsutsuki Moon hurriedly nodded.
Heaven have mercy. After the "friendly" treatment Ōtsutsuki Moon had received in Konoha, and with so much time having passed, his mission was bound to be considered a failure. His standing in the clan had already been practically worthless, and he would probably be killed