Shinichi wandered through the forests deeper in the Land of Hot Water. Rather than tracking anyone, he was simply taking a stroll to digest his meal.
The only useful information provided by the two Ōtsutsuki small fry he had casually crushed was the name of that "Lord Tenshiki" and his terrifying duty to "purge planets and devour their essence."
"Tch, sounds like the head of a cosmic demolition crew."
Shinichi muttered indistinctly around a blade of grass he had picked up somewhere.
He would have liked to find Takama-ga-hara, the Ōtsutsuki Clan's home base, and settle the problem once and for all. But the Ōtsutsuki Clan's movements were elusive, especially when they were deliberately hiding like this. Finding the exact coordinates they had teleported from was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have destroyed Isshiki's karma so thoroughly. I should've at least kept a beacon or something."
Shinichi felt a little regret, but then shook his head.
Who knew whether that thing had some sort of backdoor built into it? Keeping it might only have brought trouble to Tsunade and Konoha.
He shook his head again, dismissing those impractical thoughts.
Since he couldn't find the source, he could only lie in wait.
Or, more precisely, take the initiative and drag out every potential target hiding out there.
Just as Shinichi was wandering aimlessly, wondering whether he should find somewhere comfortable to take a nap and wait for his enemies to come to him, his perpetually half-lidded, dead-fish eyes opened a fraction.
The space a short distance ahead suddenly warped violently, rippling like a still lake struck by a massive boulder.
The center of the distortion radiated an unnerving surge of chakra, several times stronger than those two small fry combined, and even purer