A grand vision, a heartfelt confession

On the shattered glacier, Wan Sheng picked up the bow that had been flung away earlier, tied it back around the ends of her hair, and looked at Yu behind her.

Yu nodded. "Let's head back."

Whoosh! Yomotsu Hirasaka opened, and Yu and Wan Sheng returned to the mountain spring where they had first met.

Wan Sheng said, "There's somewhere I need to go first..."

Whoosh! She vanished into the Byakugan's spacetime vortex.

It was the former territory of the Land of Fire, where she had fought Madara and the others.

The body of the little donkey that had never had its fill still lay covered by the red cloth.

"..." Wan Sheng crouched down, took out a little shovel glowing red, and began digging. Before long, she had dug a pit and buried Mao Mao's body along with the red cloth, then erected a gravestone.

The gravestone read: Here lies my beloved pet, Ōtsutsuki Maomao.

She placed several sticks of incense in the burner before the grave and laid out a lavish array of food. Then she pressed her palms together before her chest and bowed her head in silent mourning.

Yu watched from a distance behind her without disturbing her.

After mourning Mao Mao, Wan Sheng had one less burden on her heart. She walked over to Yu. "Fighting you worked up quite a sweat. I want to soak in a hot spring. Do you know somewhere?"

The hot spring at Sky Feather Pavilion in Feather Emperor City was undoubtedly the first choice.

But after a moment's thought, Yu said, "Then let me take you somewhere nice..."

Yomotsu Hirasaka opened again.

This was not Feather Emperor City, but an island tens of thousands of miles away in the open sea.

In front of a large Japanese-style room stood