In a corner of the Ninja World, it was still that same river.
Utakata was still leaning against a tree by the river, blowing bubbles. It was his only pastime.
He had no idea how long he had been walking, or how far he had gone.
He had no fixed home and wandered all the way; as long as he did not stop, the road would keep stretching on.
"Hey!"
An abrupt voice rang out in his mind.
Utakata was no stranger to that voice. His current situation was entirely because of this guy.
"What is it?"
Utakata's tone was actually quite calm. In his current situation, this was the only person he had to talk to.
"The Chakra that was separated from me back then has stirred. They've already come looking for you."
Saiken's rather lazy voice sounded. He was not kindly warning him; he simply felt there would be something fun to watch again.
"They? Kirigakure?"
Utakata froze for a moment and was about to ask more, only to find that he could no longer get any response.
"Forget it. I just need to be careful."
A moment later, Utakata thought to himself.
He still had some confidence in his own strength. A mere Kirigakure—unless Karatachi Yagura came in person, he feared no one.
Thinking this, Utakata's expression relaxed.
Just then, a dignified voice suddenly came from the forest behind him.
"Jinchuriki of the Six-Tails."
"Who are you?" Utakata asked in a low voice.
"We will create a new world. For that, we need the Tailed Beast inside you."
The figures of the Six Paths of Pain appeared one after another in the shadows of the woods. The oppressive air of villains. "Were you sent by the village?"
Utakata, looking puzzled, slowly brought the bubble pipe to his