"Th... this?"
Following Number 14's gaze, Number 15, standing beside her, immediately widened his eyes and let out a startled cry. Then he fell tongue-tied, unable to say another word.
Judging from his tone, he was utterly shocked.
This was... the chance for the future? All hope?
The possibility of destroying the world? The final verification of the language error? What did he mean? What was he going to do? No! The possibility of destroying the world—what could he do? What could these three people do? At that moment, Number 14, standing beside him, furrowed her brows. Her face could not be seen beneath her hood, but even Number 15, who was too stunned to speak and nearly frozen in place, could sense her body trembling slightly.
"Number 14?"
Unable to help himself, Number 15 blurted out.
"It's nothing."
Almost instinctively, Number 14 patted Number 15 on the shoulder and spoke.
"Impossible! I know this person! She was the previous generation's Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Before I was abducted, I met her once. At the time, I was gathering intelligence. There's no mistake—she was the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, absolutely no mistake! She died on the Night of the Nine-Tails. No matter how advanced the method of preserving corpses was, it couldn't have kept her in such perfect condition! She's barely changed at all!"
Feeling that reassuring hand, Number 15 suddenly turned toward the shadows where Chiba's Slug Sage Art clone stood and shouted uncontrollably.
At this moment, within the breach before them, where a soft, moonlight-like glow spread outward, a stunningly beautiful red-haired woman lay within a luminous, sap-like liquid. She looked as though she were asleep. The skin exposed beneath the scraps of clothing covering her was smooth and delicate, without a single wound. If not for the absence of movement in