[...Thief.]
The thought carried no emotion, yet it was more oppressive than any roar.
Like a red-hot iron spike, it branded itself directly onto the soul.
The entire Arena Plane groaned beneath the unbearable weight of that "greeting."
Space was covered in fine cracks, like glass.
Uchiha Shinichi acted as though he had heard nothing. He even picked his ear, his face full of disgust.
"You start right off with insults. Do you Ōtsutsuki write all your manners on your meal tickets?"
He grinned at the figure of light looming above the fleet.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Uchiha Shinichi, director of Konoha's No Meals Provided Neighborhood Committee."
"Today, I'm here on behalf of all the homeowners to discuss forced demolitions and unauthorized property fees."
[...A 'BUG' outside the order...must...be eliminated.]
The figure of light moved.
It merely raised a "hand" composed of pure laws.
In an instant, every cannon in that forest of death formed by tens of thousands of white starships lit up with radiance powerful enough to vaporize stars.
Their target was not anyone on the cliff.
It was Tsunade.
She was the coordinate linked to the "will of life" of the entire Shinobi World.
It had realized that she was the "power supply" for this absurd battlefield.
Unplug the power, and these pathetic clowns would turn back into the dust they had once been.
Yet the light never fired.
"Sorry. This way is closed."
At some point, Minato Namikaze had appeared in the very center of the fleet.
He had not used a Flying Thunder God Kunai. He simply...stood there.
Then he extended one finger and lightly tapped toward the ten thousand beams poised to fire.
"I've canceled the 'result' of your attack."
Hum-
The light in every cannon winked out instantly, as though someone had