Isshiki looked down from above at the boy struggling beneath his foot. His cold voice held no emotion, only the indifference one might show toward experimental material or trash about to be disposed of.
This boy was the one that idiot Momoshiki had chosen...
Undisguised contempt filled Isshiki's eyes at the thought of Momoshiki.
But that was precisely why.
With Momoshiki's Kāma dwelling within him and a mixture of Otsutsuki and ninja blood flowing through his veins, Boruto was now the best nourishment for the God Tree.
There probably weren't any other Otsutsuki on this planet. To keep himself alive, Isshiki could only sacrifice Momoshiki.
"Then I needn't waste my breath."
Isshiki seemed to have lost his last shred of interest in "explaining." He pressed down slightly, grinding his foot against Boruto's back and drawing a muffled groan from him.
"Before I send you on your way, I'll at least tell you why you're going to die."
Isshiki stared at Boruto with those icy eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything.
"You will be eaten by the Ten-Tails."
Lying on the ground, Boruto's pupils contracted sharply. His body trembled with overwhelming fear and anger.
Young as he was, he had heard of the Ten-Tails.
Especially after that last trip into the past with his master, where he had met his father as a boy in another world. Once they returned, Boruto had asked Sasuke plenty of questions about his father's past.
That included the Fourth Shinobi World War.
But there was something Boruto didn't know.
An immature Ten-Tails was the seed of a God Tree.
And that seed could only sprout after devouring an Otsutsuki and absorbing all their life essence and the very source of their chakra. Only then could it truly grow into a God Tree capable