In the Pure Land, light and mist filled the air.
Otsutsuki Hagoromo stood still amid the sea of mist, his gaze piercing through all things as he watched the turmoil in the World of the Living.
The Three Great Sage Regions had fallen, the map of the Ninja World had been overturned, and blood and fire had reshaped the land.
And the source of it all was not an outsider from beyond the stars, but Uchiha Yoru and Uchiha Madara.
The power of the two had long since surpassed the bounds of worldly understanding, edging toward the very limit Hagoromo had once personally suppressed.
"Such power..."
Hagoromo furrowed his brow, unable to suppress the worry rising in his heart.
Back then, to bring an end to conflict, he had bestowed chakra upon humanity, founded the Ninjutsu Sect, and taught the way of peace.
But now, chakra had once again become a tool of slaughter and conquest.
Though Uchiha Yoru and Uchiha Madara acted in the name of unity and salvation, in Hagoromo's eyes, their ever-expanding power and will had strayed from the path of balance, turning instead toward domination and consumption.
If left unchecked, the Ninja World would eventually fall into an endless abyss.
After a long silence, Hagoromo slowly raised his hand. Light shimmered at his fingertips, like threads weaving fate, and drifted quietly down into the world.
—He began to set his plans in motion.
"Perhaps someone must protect the last glimmer of light amid the darkness."
He murmured, a note of resolve flashing deep in his eyes.
If the Ninja World was doomed to destruction, he would intervene personally, whatever the cost.
—Even if it meant descending into the World of the Living through the power of the Pure Land.
Hagoromo stood with his hands behind his