Above Navy Headquarters on Ocean Planet.
Ōtsutsuki Fūshū stood in midair, his long, silver-white hair tousled by the sea breeze, his white robe stained with dust and blood. His face was deathly pale, and the fissure the Shadow Devouring Sword had cut across his neck still throbbed faintly-not with physical pain, but with pain in his soul. Soul-erasing power prevented all recovery. That fissure would stay with him until he died. His Rinnegan had dimmed somewhat, most of his eye power was spent, and little chakra remained. But he was still standing. The dignity of the Ōtsutsuki Main Family would not permit him to fall before "inferior beings."
Ōtsutsuki Yashū stood behind him with his head lowered, not daring to look at Nagato or Yahiko, much less the man in the moon-white kariginu at the edge of the rooftop. His Byakugan were dull and lightless, most of his chakra was spent, and his recovery could no longer keep up. Yahiko's Reincarnation Prison-Suppressing Staff had left more than a dozen bruises on him, broken two ribs, and injured his internal organs with its impacts. He was not dead yet. But he knew he might die if the fighting continued.
Ōtsutsuki Fūshū fell silent for a moment. Then he spoke, his voice calm, without resentment or anger, carrying only the composure of "negotiation." "How about this? We leave this place and go to other life planets to obtain fruits."
Mikoto crouched on the steps at the rooftop's edge. At those words, her body trembled slightly. Leave? Go to other planets? She did not know where those "other planets" were, but she knew—Fengshou was going to run. It was not that he could not win, but that he "didn't want to fight anymore." He was afraid.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood at the rooftop's edge,