Within the Supergravity Dimension, Gamamaru's natural energy still reverberated between the bone walls. That amber membrane stood before Naruto, its surface still marked by the dents and cracks Kaguya's Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack had left behind. Gamamaru crouched there, his forelimbs braced against the ground, his body leaning slightly forward like an old man holding an umbrella against a storm. The umbrella was nearly broken, but he had not fallen.
Kaguya stood several meters away, her fist still clenched. She looked at Gamamaru, her brow deeply furrowed—not because she could not break through, but because this toad actually dared to stand in her way. A thousand years ago, this toad had hidden behind Hagoromo, inciting her son to oppose her. A thousand years later, it had still dared to come, still stood in the same place, and still looked at her with the same eyes.
"You're still the same as you were a thousand years ago." Kaguya's voice was quiet, but every word seemed chiseled out from beneath a sheet of ice. "Hiding behind others, using that mouth of yours."
Gamamaru did not answer. His eyes were lowered, his lids covering most of his pupils. Yet the natural energy around him did not weaken. The amber membrane slowly repaired itself, the dents gradually swelling back into shape, the cracks healing thread by thread.
Naruto clenched his fists. Standing behind Gamamaru, his legs were still trembling. The pressure of gravity made every breath feel like drinking a bowl of thick porridge through a straw. But his eyes remained fixed on Kaguya—on her clenched fist, on the fine white cracks at her feet that were spreading outward.
He was waiting. Waiting for an opening.
Sasuke stood beside him, his Rinnegan half-open the entire time. Gravity forced his body to tilt slightly forward,