Achieving Kekkei Mōra

Beneath the gray-white sky of the icy space, Naruto and Sasuke stood side by side on the shattered ice. Kaguya Clan was gone. The God Tree's vines had retracted into the depths of the ice, and even the rift in Yomotsu Hirasaka had sealed itself cleanly, as though nothing had happened. Yet her presence still lingered in the air—that cold, hard pressure, sharp as a blade.

Naruto lowered his head and looked at his hands. The redness and swelling on his wrists had yet to fade, and the cracks in his Six Paths cloak had not healed either. He tried to draw on Kurama's chakra. Kurama responded, but half a beat slower than before. As if he were saying: I'm tired too.

"When she comes back next time, she'll be stronger than she is now." Sasuke's voice came from beside him, flat and even, as if he were simply stating a fact. His arm was wrapped in strips torn from his clothes. The bleeding had stopped, but the torn wounds still throbbed faintly.

Naruto did not answer. Of course he knew. Kaguya Clan was using the God Tree to extract the natural energy of the entire Ninja World, growing stronger with every passing second. And they were trapped in this space, with no idea how to return, able only to wait for her to open another rift—when that happened, she would be faster, stronger, and her All-Killing Ash Bones would be even deadlier.

The Sage of Six Paths' afterimage floated not far away. Its halo had faded until it was nearly invisible, leaving behind only a thin layer like a soap bubble. His voice came from within it, soft and weak, like an old man speaking with his last breath.

"She will return. Not because she wants to fight you,