Do the Otsutsuki Really Exist?

"..."

Isobu did not really want to talk about it.

Getting captured was hardly something glorious. What was there to say?

Eight-Tails Gyūki did not get angry at that and simply kept pestering him.

"Tell me."

"Tell me."

"..."

He just kept repeating it. Over these days, his bad temper had been worn down into that of a nagging old man.

"Fine, fine, fine! I'll tell you! Stop nagging!"

Driven slightly irritable by the nagging, Isobu gave Eight-Tails Gyūki a detailed account of his resurrection and capture.

"So that's what happened!"

"That Red-Hair is even more badass than I thought!"

Eight-Tails Gyūki clicked his tongue in amazement.

From Isobu's description, he could tell that Red-Hair had been far, far stronger than when he had captured him.

Back then, he had at least possessed the strength to resist, even though he had not succeeded.

But according to Isobu's account, he had not possessed even the slightest ability to resist.

"Yeah, he was like a monster. I just can't figure out why he was so strong, or how he happened to be waiting at my resurrection spot. It was like he already knew I would revive there."

Isobu spoke with a hint of sorrow.

"He definitely knew you would revive there, so he lay in wait for you."

"As far as I know, he's gone to that lake many times already."

Eight-Tails Gyūki said.

"How did he know?"

"Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be here either."

"True."

"Then tell me how you got captured. I'm a little curious too."

Isobu looked at Eight-Tails Gyūki and asked.

"That's going to be a long story!"

No one had spoken with Eight-Tails Gyūki for a long time. Now that someone was asking, he naturally started from half a year ago.

Inside Konoha.