"Come in."
Hearing the knock, Danzo, who was busy dedicating himself to the Ōtsutsuki Clan, spoke in a low voice.
"Comrade Danzo, this is bad! Many of our comrades have been stopped while carrying out missions!" Ōtsutsuki Light rushed in, flustered.
"There are people out in space who dare stand in the Ōtsutsuki Clan's way?" Danzo asked in surprise.
Although this so-called Ōtsutsuki Clan was a bunch of fucking idiots, Danzo had to admit that they were powerful. Even now, he couldn't figure out how that bastard Kagami Uchiha had managed to ruin them.
"There's a group calling themselves the Feces Sect, rampaging through a region in a spaceship. They don't seem particularly strong, but... but... ever since last time, our clansmen have been traumatized by the sight of that stuff!" Ōtsutsuki Light said with a helpless, bitter smile.
Otsutsuki Hospital was packed every day now. Some of the Ōtsutsuki casualties who had suffered serious injuries in the previous incident couldn't even bear to look at their own asses anymore, and were too scared to use the toilet even at home.
The Ōtsutsuki Clan was in a truly miserable state. Ōtsutsuki Light had conducted several surveys a few days earlier. Thirty percent of the clan had become afraid to use the toilet or look at their own asses because of the incident with Kagami Uchiha. They held it in for days at a time and had developed constipation. Forty percent now had hemorrhoids, ten percent had schizophrenia, and only the remaining ten percent were fine.
Ōtsutsuki Light didn't even dare send the unaffected ones out now. What if this newly emerged bullshit Feces Sect really became the final straw that broke those people too?
"The Feces... Sect??? I don't know why... but that sounds familiar somehow," Danzo mused.
... Yesterday.