Ōtsutsuki Toneri continued swimming upward, finally breaking through the surface.
Even as a descendant of Hamura with a highly concentrated bloodline, Toneri felt dizzy and disoriented after spending several days in the turbulent depths.
The moment he surfaced, the crushing pressure vanished.
Toneri noticed the air above was different from the sewage water below.
It carried a sharper, more acrid scent and a corrosive quality that stung his pale skin.
Yet, it didn't block his senses.
If it didn't block his senses, his ancestors didn't leave this biohazard behind!
'Where did it come from?'
Toneri's mind raced as his clarity returned.
He extended his senses downward, confirming his suspicion.
At the bottom of the palace, the Teleportation Formation—a gateway to the Shinobi World that should only be accessible to the Ōtsutsuki Clan—was emitting continuous activity.
'This was highly suspicious.'
The Teleportation Formation was a type of Space-Time Ninjutsu, protected by a dimensional barrier.
Otherwise, the hot spring water from Earth would have flooded through first.
Unless the other side also possessed Space-Time Ninjutsu capable of bypassing this barrier.
Ōtsutsuki Toneri hesitated.
He didn't know if he should investigate.
He hadn't obtained the Tenseigan yet!
If the people causing trouble on the other side were powerful shinobi, he might die.
He didn't want to die, nor could he afford to.
As the sole survivor of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, he bore the heavy burden of destroying the Shinobi World.
'Ugh... fuck'
In the end, Toneri decided to go.
He needed to see what they were doing and stop them.
After all, the people of the Shinobi World didn't know his goal was to destroy their planet, so there shouldn't be any real danger.
He couldn't endure this stench anymore!
The Teleportation Formation sat at the lowest level of the palace.
If it had been on the open surface of the Moon, the overflowing water would have naturally dispersed.
But now, the entire palace and castle had become a massive toilet bowl.
...
At the hot spring, Kakashi finished releasing everything from the Kamui Dimension, collapsing to the ground in sheer exhaustion.
Although Rin replenished his Chakra, Uchiha Hikari added a bit more when he ran dry and the Hashirama cells kept his vision from degrading, Kakashi was exhausted.
It was like forcing Hashirama Senju to have diarrhea all day—he would be miserable!
What Kakashi had just done was essentially the same thing.
Both required constant use of his eyes, both involved expelling massive quantities of shit, and both left him drained.
Meanwhile, the Masked Man hesitated for a long time.
After confirming Kakashi wasn't using the Kamui Dimension as his personal shit storage, he decided to clear out some of the contents.
He had barely started when he noticed the items inside were disappearing on their own.
To avoid alerting Kakashi to the anomaly, he forced himself to endure the discomfort and reabsorbed everything he had just transferred out.
"Damn Kakashi! Using my Sharingan like it's a portable toilet, are you?!"
The Masked Man slammed his fist into the cave wall in fury.
"Wait... how does Kakashi have so much Chakra? Did the Hashirama cells mutate?"
As he calmed down, the Masked Man realized the glaring plot hole.
Even for him, with half his body made of White Zetsu and Hashirama cells, his Chakra reserves weren't vast enough to sustain such a massive release in a single burst.
Though he hadn't witnessed the interior firsthand, he knew its exact scale.
He had discovered the dumping site midway through his exploration.
Afraid to venture further into the mess, he had sent a White Zetsu inside, then retrieved it to report back on the conditions.
"Chakra... Chakra... Could it be?!"
The Masked Man's pupils contracted as he grabbed a book from the cave's corner.
As someone who constantly stalked Kakashi, he had read all of Kakashi's books, including the latest release.
The Masked Man wasn't surprised Kakashi would write such a sensational smut book.
Even in their childhood, he had recognized Kakashi as a masked pervert with a repressed libido.
He retrieved the book now because he recalled its contents.
"Could it be that Kakashi, that beast, actually preyed on his own subordinate, the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, and devoured a portion of the Nine-Tailed Beast's flesh and blood?"
The Masked Man studied the various cursed relationships between humans and Tailed Beasts described in Kakashi's Writings, convinced he had uncovered the truth!
Moreover, there was precedent for this in the Shinobi World.
The Kinkaku and Ginkaku brothers of the Hidden Cloud Village had obtained Tailed Beast Chakra through similar cannibalistic means.
"No, I can't slander Kakashi like this without proof."
The Masked Man changed his mind, tossing the book aside and turning to leave the mountain cave.
He decided to return to Konoha to search for concrete evidence.
....
Soon after, the Masked Man arrived at Kakashi's residence in Konoha.
"As expected, still no one here."
The Masked Man entered Kakashi's home, surveyed the rooms, and eventually reached the bedroom.
His keen sense of smell drew his attention to the windowsill.
There was a strange scent lingering there!
"...Oh, it's just flowers."
The Masked Man relaxed a bit.
He had feared something sinister, but it turned out to be just a few pots of Heather plants Kakashi had been growing.
'Wait a minute!'
Just as the Masked Man was about to leave empty-handed, but he grew wary.
'Was that really just the scent of heather?'
The Masked Man approached the windowsill and pushed the flowerpot aside.
Thump-thump-thump!
'Bingo!'
Behind the flowerpot, several rows of neatly arranged small jars sat filled with thick white liquid.
This milk was a byproduct of Naruto's Sage Mode training on Mount Myōboku.
He had asked Sage Shima to deliver it to Kakashi, who would then pass it on to Sasuke.
With Kakashi away on a mission, Sage Shima had been temporarily storing the daily milk deliveries on the balcony.
To the Masked Man, fueled by his cursed knowledge, these jars were irrefutable proof of Kakashi's sins!
"Kakashi, you bastard!"
The Masked Man, who had never cursed anyone as a bastard before, couldn't help but lash out.
Smash!
With a wave of his hand, he shattered all the jars and the flowerpot, sending shards and white liquid flying out the window.
Just as Kakashi would lay flowers at the memorial stone, the Masked Man would sweep them away with a flick of his hand, scattering the petals.
Below, Team Kurenai—Inuzuka Kiba, Shino Aburame, and Hinata Hyūga—were passing by on their daily patrol.
The sharp-nosed Inuzuka Kiba and Akamaru heard the commotion upstairs and sensed danger when they caught the scent.
They would never forget this Chakra signature, not in this lifetime!
It was Uzumaki Naruto's scent!
'What's going on up there?'
'Is it going to rain shit again?'
Kiba recalled the Chūnin Exams when Naruto had pulled out that cursed balloon, the Shit Release: Rasengan.
"Hinata, Shino, run!"
"Damn it!"
Seeing his teammates frozen in confusion, Kiba gritted his teeth and formed hand seals.
"Fang Over Fang!"
Two high-speed spinning vortexes shot toward his teammates to knock them out of the splash zone!
...
Before you ask yes that 'milk' is what you think it is, and yes it was the result of naruto beating his meat every hour to gain 'clarity' to train sage mode lmaooo