Matatabi rolled her pupils in utter despair, staring at the dark azure branches around her neck from the corner of her eye.
She could feel the strange tree rapidly draining the little chakra left in her body. As her body was continuously overdrawn, memories buried by time began to awaken.
Memories from a thousand years ago grew clear. She remembered that there had once been someone who possessed this kind of Wood Release.
It was Ashura, the Sage of Six Paths' son.
The Tailed Beasts had witnessed his struggle with Indra.
Their half-awake, half-asleep existence within the old man's body could be called the most carefree time of their lives.
Her strength was steadily draining away, yet her hearing had not weakened in the slightest.
She heard the wind roaring.
The wind pressure etched deep into her soul struck once more, stirring the blue flame patterns across her body as they rippled erratically within the hurricane.
Her feline eyes, dozens of times larger than tiger eyes, filled with utter hopelessness. Her body began to tremble involuntarily as she waited for darkness to descend.
Was she ultimately going to vanish from the Shinobi World for decades?
The sound of the wind grew ever clearer. In her heart, she had already accepted her judgment.
Bang!
The violent tremor shaking the earth made her open her eyes. The azure demon god stood steadily before her, the enormous blue wings extending through its shoulder armor dissolving into glittering motes in the air.
Its towering figure blocked out the sunlight. In the heavy shadow, the Two-Tails' pupils widened further, allowing her to clearly see the scene within the Prism.
The two men in crimson armor were smiling at each other, making her let out a grief-stricken whimper.
Was watching a Tailed Beast make a fool