The Uchiha Clan Compound
Uchiha Yoru stood in the courtyard, his brow slightly furrowed.
Although he and Uchiha Madara had already conquered the Three Great Sage Regions, and the situation in the Ninja World had long since been settled, the system still hadn't displayed a completion notification.
"Could there... still be something I've missed?"
He murmured under his breath, his gaze sharpening slightly.
Uchiha Yoru quietly recalled the course of history as it had originally unfolded. Before long, two names surfaced in his mind—
One was Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, lurking in the Ninja World and disguised as a monk;
the other was a descendant of Ōtsutsuki Hamura, guarding an ancient bloodline on the distant moon.
"I see."
The stars of the night sky were reflected in Uchiha Yoru's eyes, where a keen glint flickered.
The unification of the ninja villages was only a victory on the surface.
The real threats still lurked in deeper shadows.
Isshiki, an outsider inhabiting someone else's body, had long been plotting in secret, waiting for his chance;
and although Hamura's descendants on the moon were separated from the surface by an entire world, they were bound to it by blood. If they sensed turmoil below, they would never stand idly by.
"It seems there's still one final battle before this era can truly end."
Uchiha Yoru spoke softly to himself.
His figure slowly vanished.
The moon
On the pale celestial body, thousands of miles from the surface, a magnificent ancient palace floated silently in the void of space.
Within the palace, a divine tree stood verdant, its roots coiling through the earth. Its faint pulse echoed the sea of stars.
Before the divine tree, Ōtsutsuki Toneri sat cross-legged, eyes closed. His youthful face held a calmness far beyond his years.
Ever since the unification war