"Lord Isshiki, we're already inside this Alternate Space. We're perfectly safe."
"Several layers of space-time barriers separate the battle space over there from this place. Forget Shihōin Naraku-even if other members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan came, they wouldn't find us anytime soon."
He paused and pointed at his waist, a hint of pride entering his voice.
"Besides, I didn't leave empty-handed."
"I threw out that Time-Sealing Box. You know what it's made from, don't you?"
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's pupils shifted slightly, as though he had remembered something.
Seeing that Isshiki did not contradict him, Ōtsutsuki Pushi grew even more animated.
He freed his wrist from Isshiki's grip, stood up, and looked down at him with his hands on his hips and a broad grin on his face.
"That treasure was personally crafted with shinjutsu by our clan's powerful members. It took hundreds of years to accumulate just a few of them."
"Once the box shatters, the white mist inside automatically spreads, locks onto its target, and slows the flow of time around them until it almost stops."
"Never mind that Shihōin Naraku's chakra is nearly exhausted now-even at his peak, there would be absolutely no way for him to break free!"
Pushi's eyes gleamed as he congratulated himself on this carefully planned fallback.
"When I dragged you away with my fishing rod, I deliberately timed it just right."
"The instant the Time-Sealing Box hit the ground and shattered, the white mist covered an area that enclosed Shihōin Naraku completely."
"I saw his movements freeze in midair with my own eyes. Even the hem of his clothes stopped moving..."
Pushi licked his lips. "He was just like a statue carved into a stone slab. He couldn't even move his eyes."
"I guarantee he'll be frozen there for at least a hundred years,