Shinshiki had arrived.
In the vast, twilight sky above Mitsuki Country, his tall, imposing divine body was wrapped in a white, high-collared haori. Seven tomoe on its back formed a ladle-shaped pattern matching the Big Dipper. Above and to the right of the ladle, near his shoulder blade, was a Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan pattern.
From behind his ears, two gray bone horns hugged the back of his skull and climbed to his crown, then swept down toward his temples before abruptly jutting a foot straight upward. Their bizarre, sinister shape was truly terrifying!
His white eyes gazed coldly down at the desolate plain. Though called a plain, it was not perfectly flat like a mirror. Here and there stood sizable masses of rock, though none quite qualified as mountains.
Well, for convenience, let us call them rocky hills.
His gaze settled on the top of one rocky hill, not because the scenery was picturesque, but because a "person" sat cross-legged there.
Dressed in an orange jacket, with golden hair, the figure had his back turned toward the sky and was gazing absently at the cold moon above. He seemed utterly unaware of the vicious god looming overhead!
Shinshiki was supremely arrogant. Even though Ryūshiki had warned him that powerful natives who had defeated Momoshiki, Kinshiki, and Urashiki lived on this land, he dismissed it. Those three were mere Lower Gods. Even together, they could not match one of my hands. How strong could the natives here possibly be? Nothing more than slightly larger ants.
"Hmph. An inferior life-form..."
He did not even deign to activate his Byakugan to examine the figure on the rock. With a flick of his right palm, he sent out a silvery-white orb, intending to dispose of him casually!
Though it was an effortless attack, the chakra