Return

Once the Sealed Path Body imprint had been completed, Minamoto Takuya slowly raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the lunar surface and fell upon the azure planet suspended in space. Earth glimmered faintly.

Yet his eyes did not linger on the familiar Ninja Continent. Instead, they seemed to pass through an invisible barrier and precisely lock onto another dimension.

A hazy, mysterious pocket of space that drifted beyond the ordinary world.

Deep within that indescribable void, a calm figure seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The instant Minamoto Takuya looked up, that figure seemed to sense something and slowly turned its gaze toward him.

Their eyes met abruptly across endless time and space.

There were no words, no surging energy.

After an unknown amount of time, Minamoto Takuya was the first to withdraw his gaze.

The aura around him receded, as though nothing unusual had ever happened.

Beneath the cold moonlight, his figure turned illusory before silently vanishing from the lonely silver-white wasteland.

Meanwhile, within that forgotten Time-Space Fissure, the owner of that gaze let out a long, heavy sigh.

Minamoto Takuya's miraculous rise and the power he had displayed now had completely disrupted the path of fate he had foreseen.

The future... the course that had once appeared clear or vague in his eyes was now wholly shrouded in chaotic mist, fragmented beyond recognition and impossible to grasp.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head.

Since he could no longer see through it, there was no need to waste effort pondering it.

After all, he was already but a wandering dead soul beyond the boundary between life and death. Though he still cared deeply about the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of the Shinobi World, all he could do was try his