The Art of Instantaneous Artistic Descent, the Blooming Thunder "World Tree"!

The lingering force of the Tailed Beast Bomb gradually faded,

but the spatial tremors caused by that energy had yet to completely settle.

Faintly, vapor and dust stirred up by the blast could be seen constantly trembling and racing through the air.

But for Yogakure, sheltered within the crystal...

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining, because I have no time.

"My parents could not support me, and I was not well educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one liked someone who was bad at talking, unwilling to socialize, and unable to show enough ability.

"I spent three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the abnormally cold winter winds.

"At last, I found a job: night watchman at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the tiny bit of light leaking from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"The place smelled awful. From time to time, dead people would be brought in stuffed inside body bags, and we would help carry them into the morgue.

"It was not a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be brought in or taken away to be cremated. Of course, I