Life was something we could see and touch, yet no one could clearly explain what it truly was or how it should be accurately defined.
As for the even more profound concept of the soul, everyone knew such a thing existed, but as for its mysteries, even Mizuki did not dare claim to know much. He could not even guarantee that the results he had already obtained were entirely correct.
Whenever such questions came up, they inevitably returned to the realm of philosophy.
Who am I? Where did I come from? What am I supposed to do? Where am I going?
Whenever such ultimate philosophical problems flooded his mind, Mizuki felt a headache coming on, let alone any desire to ponder them carefully.
Though he had secretly researched this for a long time, he had only barely managed to wield the power of the soul and glimpse a few superficial details.
Even so, Mizuki was already certain that, aside from the "Sage of Six Paths," who could barely still be considered human and whose true knowledge was impossible to judge, he understood more than anyone recorded in the history of the Shinobi World.
That was precisely why the current Mizuki existed, along with a series of physical clones, including Hope, whom Mizuki had eroded.
"If possible, I'd still like to have a talk with Hope..."
It was no longer the first time he had lost a physical clone. The first time had made him somewhat sad, but now he only felt a little regret.
Watching a life be born from his own hands, then helplessly watching it sink into ruin and perish, was an experience Mizuki truly did not want to go through.
"Even if that is no longer the Hope we knew?"
"Yeah!"
Mizuki could conveniently peer into the