Waiting for Godot—no, waiting for the Sage of Six Paths.
Leaning against the roots of the God Tree, Rikusei shifted his gaze from the shattered, cracked ground to Mao, who was trying to use Futsu-no-Mitama to cut open the tree cocoons.
The girl took advantage of the moment the cocoon split open to eagerly pry back her old man's eyelids and inspect the purple glow flowing from his eyes.
Everyone caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi had temporarily gained the Rinnegan.
Naori, who was in charge of documentation, carefully recorded this point.
Yet she could not help feeling puzzled. The White Zetsu who had cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi did not possess the Rinnegan.
Flickering eyes projected the image of a Rinnegan marked with nine tomoe into her mind.
The writing itself did not consume much energy. Naori, who had remained in a combat-ready state throughout, replayed Kaguya Otsutsuki's appearance in her mind.
Every ocular technique clan in the Shinobi World could trace its origins back to that face, which even she found stunning.
The Hyuga Clan's Byakugan, the Uchiha's Sharingan, and the Rinnegan that touched upon life and death.
Having recorded the two samples affected by the Infinite Tsukuyomi, they prepared to cut open the nine enormous wooden balls containing the Tailed Beasts.
Rikusei withdrew his distant gaze.
This was part of science as well.
So long as the Otsutsuki's God Tree continued to exist somewhere in the universe, the Shinobi World would sooner or later fall into the Infinite Tsukuyomi again.
After all, this colossal Illusion Technique was the best means of reclaiming the chakra scattered throughout the Shinobi World.
Providing samples could be considered a small contribution from the Allied Shinobi Forces to the new era.
Madara's fingers rested in the crook of his arm, continually tapping against his