Mizuki had never intended to do something like this.
Risking his life and using the resources he had gathered to fill the gaps in the Shinobi World was completely at odds with Mizuki's character.
Over all these years, the three great sage regions of the summoning beasts had not done much to safeguard the Shinobi World either. Forming cliques and squeezing out benefits, however, was something they spared no effort in doing.
He had never felt much of a sense of belonging to this world to begin with. If he had not settled down, built a family, and made friends he could truly talk to, Mizuki would not have cared whether this world perished or not.
Still, it was hardly pleasant for the place he lived in to become a complete mess. If possible, he should lend a hand.
Having lost the ability to maintain a complete cyclical system, the Shinobi World had no idea how many years it would take to return to normal through self-recovery alone.
What was even more troublesome was that humanity, the spirit of all things in this era, was hardly harmless. Every few years, they launched another Shinobi World War, making recovery and recuperation far too slow.
Then there was Otsutsuki Toneri on the moon, secretly observing the Shinobi World's development. Who knew when he might decide to wipe out the world over some disagreement?
Not to mention those visitors from beyond the heavens, who could return at any time...
Although the Shinobi World was already beginning to show signs of industrialization, the future remained uncertain.
The chakra reincarnations of Asura and Indra had reached their final generation, and the Sage of Six Paths' direct influence over the Shinobi World was about to come to an end.
Even if Hagoromo Otsutsuki wanted to change