"Hm?"
As a long ripple spread across the still surface of the water, the pitch-black space began to flicker between light and dark. An old man sitting cross-legged, suspended in midair, slowly opened his eyes, his purple ringed eyes filled with confusion.
"This aura... Impossible. Who took my Ten-Grasp Sword?"
He remembered very clearly that the Ten-Grasp Sword he had once used was still stuck in the seal on the Earth-Moon Gate. Could it be that that brat Hamura's addiction to showing off had flared up again?
Frowning, Hagoromo searched for a moment. His all-seeing eyes finally locked onto Rōran in the heartland of the Wind Country, and his purple Rinnegan contracted slightly.
What a chaotic space-time aura.
Under the influence of the space-time turbulence triggered by the power of the Dragon Pulse, he was actually unable to precisely lock onto the Ten-Grasp Sword's aura for a moment.
"Uh, it disappeared again?"
In the brief span while he hesitated, the terrifying aura of the Ten-Grasp Sword receded like the tide, as if it had never been there at all.
Hagoromo pondered for a moment, gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, and with a flicker of his figure, vanished into the darkness once more.
Compared with the crisis of Mother breaking free from her seal, an abandoned antique was not worth him personally interfering in the affairs of the present world.
Rōran.
"T-This... Choza, I'm not hallucinating, am I?"
Aburame Shibi craned his head back, his mouth stretched open to an exaggerated degree, his protruding little eyes nearly bursting through his sunglasses.
Smack!
However, what answered him was the crisp sound of Choza Akimichi's slap. Turning to look at his teammate, half of whose face had swollen into a pig's head, Aburame Shibi then shifted his gaze to Minato,