Momoshiki Otsutsuki curled up before Momoshiki Otsutsuki, then shrank further, finally turning into a fist-sized Chakra Fruit that shimmered with a strange luster and hovered before Momoshiki.
Momoshiki's nearly severed head tilted at an almost unnatural angle. With the last of his strength, he raised his right hand, seized the Chakra Fruit with trembling fingers, brought it to his mouth, and bit into it.
The fruit shattered the instant his teeth touched it. Chakra so concentrated it was almost liquid poured out and flowed down his throat.
There was nothing beautiful about the scene. It even resembled a gravely wounded beast devouring a companion's corpse to stay alive.
But the effect was immediate.
The wound on Momoshiki's neck, deep enough to expose bone, began healing at a visible rate.
Flooded with chakra, his severed windpipe and esophagus reconnected. Muscle fibers drew together as though pulled by invisible hands, merging and regenerating. Skin covered them, leaving only a faint pink mark.
Then even that mark vanished completely within a few breaths.
Even the blade wounds on his chest and abdomen healed at the same time. The wound where the blade tip had pierced his back closed, and beneath his slashed clothing, his skin was as smooth as before, as though no blade had ever cut it.
His hair began growing wildly.
The short, silver-white hair that had hung at his shoulders rapidly lengthened from the roots, streaming backward like threads. Within seconds, it passed his waist and finally reached the backs of his knees.
His hair gradually darkened from silver-white, refracting a strange halo in the sunlight.
A golden Rinnegan abruptly opened on his forehead.
The Rinnegan in both palms and his two Byakugan also transformed, turning gold.
On top of Momoshiki's head, the horn Naraku had severed with a single