Beneath the great banyan tree, the two of them stood on opposite sides of the trunk.
A faint breeze swept through, and the leaves rustled softly. Light and shadow swayed with them, like fragments of time flowing between the two.
Menma leaned back against the rough trunk, hands in his pockets, his calm gaze fixed on the small mountain village in the distance, where construction was in full swing.
His tone was like he was chatting with an old friend. "Actually, I sensed it as soon as we got close to the village."
He paused, then turned his head slightly to look at the old man standing on the other side of the tree.
A thousand years ago, the Sage of Six Paths had scattered chakra across the world, attaching it to nature and turning it into invisible bonds.
That chakra had originally been so faint it was almost impossible to sense, but when it began gathering in the same direction, it became very hard not to notice.
At first, Menma had thought the Sage of Six Paths had finally lost patience and was about to personally intervene in the affairs of the Shinobi World.
After all, according to the original Hokage story as he understood it, the Sage of Six Paths had always wandered the Shinobi World in the form of residual chakra, while his soul rested in the Pure Land.
Even when his mother Kaguya was revived, the Sage of Six Paths had only appeared in Naruto and Sasuke's mental worlds in chakra form, bestowed power upon them, and entrusted them with the grave task of sealing his mother away.
So from this, Menma judged that the Sage of Six Paths absolutely had the ability to intervene in the Shinobi World. It was merely a question of whether