Hashirama had no desire to look at the ancient books stored in the Temple.
He had developed an allergy to words. He had come here to properly take in the natural scenery of another world.
He led the group aboard Flying Bird and flew toward the distance.
Souritsu glanced at Kinkaku and Ginkaku, who had remained behind and were equally interested in the ancient books, then said to Tobirama, "We can depart now."
The Puppet Flying Bird flapped its wings and flew in the direction opposite to Hashirama and the others.
The floating islands slowly revolved around the Artificial Sun. From the sky, they could immediately see the enormous humanoid stone statue carved atop the Temple's highest point.
"Kinkaku, look. That one has horns just like us."
Squinting against the wind, Ginkaku pointed at the towering stone figure on the island.
Following his gesture, Kinkaku studied the lifelike statue. Looking at the bluish-gray stone figure, he remarked, "It kind of has the feel of Konoha's Kage Rock."
Ginkaku looked somewhat puzzled as he turned toward the two beside him. Staring at the tops of their heads, he asked, "You're both descendants of the Sage of Six Paths too, so why don't you have horns?"
Crack.
Otsutsuki Souritsu instantly clenched his fist. He seemed to have heard something like that somewhere before. He shot Ginkaku an irritated glare. "The Hokage and Madara's strength suppresses the entire Shinobi World. Why don't they grow horns either?"
"True enough."
Lost in thought, Ginkaku nodded at his brother.
It's atavism.
Watching the two brothers whisper to each other, Tobirama grumbled inwardly.
He shifted his gaze away from them and stared at the many floating islands scattered across the sky. These sights that defied common sense caught his attention.
"This is the power of our ancestors."