Kakashi leaned against the wall, flipping through the pages of "Make-Out Paradise" with his fingers without raising his head.
"Just get used to it."
He paused and added another sentence.
"Someday he will go to the moon and pick up Otsutsuki's lair. You should get used to it too."
Sasuke stood there, holding the sword without letting go.
He looked back at Obito, then at Kakashi, with heavy confusion in his eyes.
Why can these two people be so calm?
That's Otsutsuki.
In their time, the appearance of a Otsutsuki meant catastrophe.
But the reaction of these two people was like picking up a stray cat from the street that night.
Is there something wrong with his judgment, or is the strength of this era far beyond his understanding?
Minato looked at Urashiki on the ground, and then looked at Ye who looked calm.
After a while, he put down the Kunai in his hand.
"Ye, you went to Land of Wind to catch a Otsutsuki. Is it for any special purpose?"
"Special use is out of the question."
Ye sighed.
His eyes passed over Minato, and then swept over Naruto and Sasuke.
"Minato-sensei, are you really addicted to staying in this future?"
"Don't forget, we don't belong here, we come from another time and space..."
Naruto's expression suddenly changed.
Ye raised his hand and pointed at Urashiki at his feet, and Ye paused for a moment.
"We have to go back."
As soon as the word "go back" came out, the atmosphere in the office changed.
Naruto The hand holding the tea cup stopped in mid-air.
The six years of getting along were so real that he almost forgot that the lively father in front of him was just a miracle brought about by Space-Time Turbulence.
Naruto's Adam's apple moved.
He looked down at the water in the teacup and slowly tightened his fingertips.
After a while, he adjusted his breathing and when he raised his head again, the panic on his face had disappeared, leaving only the calmness that Seventh Hokage should have.
"Yeah."
Naruto gave a slightly bitter smile.
"You really should go back."
"Konoha over there needs the fourth generation even more."
Minato looked at his grown-up son in front of him, walked to Naruto, raised his hand and rubbed his blond hair.
The movements are no different from when Naruto was a child.
"This guy has clues that allow us to return to the original timeline."
The sound of night interrupted this short-lived tenderness.
He lowered his eyes and stepped on Urashiki's broken back with his right foot.
The dark red pattern in the left eye slowly rotates, and the gravitational field tightens.
Chakra entered Urashiki's body along the sole of the shoe, releasing the restriction that blocked his vocal cords.
A miserable groan rolled out of Urashiki's throat.
His body twitched on the wooden floor, his ten fingers dug deep marks, and his whole body was trembling under the force of gravity.
Ye Ju looked at him condescendingly, with no warmth in his eyes.
"Say it."
Ye's voice was very soft, and every word fell clearly.
"The time and space treasure that can take us back, the plow."
"Where exactly is it located underground at Konoha?"
The seal was partially loosened.
Urashiki raised his head in fear.
His blue eyes were bloodshot, his gaze fell on Ye, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.
He opened his mouth, only a hoarse sound remained in his throat.
The dignity belonging to Otsutsuki has been completely shattered.
At this moment, Urashiki is just a guiding tool waiting to speak.
Inside Hokage's Office, there was dead silence.
Amenominaka's gravity suppression loosened a thread.
Urashiki collapsed on the broken wooden floor, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air, and his body rising and falling with each breath.
Those bloodshot Rinnegans were full of fear.
He avoided the toes of Ye's boots and squeezed out a string of obscure but precise underground coordinates from his throat.
"Elongitude 137 degrees 42 minutes, north latitude 35 degrees 41 minutes, underground depth 278 meters."
"It's right there deep underground, and it's never been moved."
After the words fell, everyone in the office turned their attention to Seventh Hokage behind the desk.
Naruto was holding the tea cup. He didn't even hold on to the serious look he had just put on for three seconds, and immediately returned to his clear and stupid look.
He tilted his head, frowned, scratched his golden hair with his index finger, and laughed twice.
"Um... which street in the village does this string of coordinates refer to?"
The office was quiet for a moment.
Obito by the door raised his hands to cover his face, his shoulders shaking non-stop.
Sasuke sighed and simply turned his head to the window, his temples twitching.
Even if this kid becomes Hokage, he still has very little common sense in his bones.
Ye mentally stamped his seal on this unreliable Seventh.
Shikamaru walked out of the shadows, holding a Konoha planning scroll in his hand, and placed it on the table with a clap.
"Seventh, if you had read the infrastructure report I submitted last week, you should know..."
Shikamaru showed the fatigue that only a social animal can have, and pointed his finger at the red circle on the map.
"This location is Konoha Research Department's underground warehouse of ancient cultural relics."
Naruto was stunned for two seconds, and the hand scratching his head stopped in mid-air.
"Ah! It's that basement full of junk!"
He patted his forehead and smiled brightly.
"You should have told me earlier!"
Sasuke pushed the half-inch sword back into its scabbard, too lazy to say anything.
Ye chuckled lightly, and the dark red pattern in his left eye started to rotate.
The invisible gravity stretched towards the ground, lifted Urashiki, and hung it upside down in the air.
"Let's go."
Ye turned around and opened the door.
The group of people did not delay, and headed straight for the Research Department under the leadership of Naruto.
Urashiki was dragged forward by gravity, and his toes kept grazing the corridor floor, leaving two long traces.
The dim wall lamp reflected on the wall, dragging out a string of messy shadows.
Urashiki closed his eyes, and his broken white robe swayed back and forth in the air.
Ye used the sealing chain to lock up most of his strength, but Ōtsutsuki's physique was still strong, and there was still a ray of Chakra hidden deep in his bone marrow.
The undercurrent avoided the detection of the seal and traveled along the meridians little by little.
Shame.
Otsutsuki's noble bloodline must not be lost in the hands of this group of inferior creatures.
Urashiki pondered the plan over and over in his heart, and the remaining Chakra bit into the weak points of the chain bit by bit.
Just tearing off a corner, even if it only lasts a moment, is enough.
Research Department From the deepest part of the underground, the sound of heavy metal friction came, and the air-tight door slid open to both sides.
The smell of stale dust hits your face.
The spacious warehouse is filled with old antiques dug out from all over Shinobi World.
Worn scrolls, rusty Ninja Tools, and unrecognizable stone carvings were all accumulated between the shelves and wooden boxes.
Urashiki Open your eyes.
Youlan Rinnegan swept across the warehouse, followed the weak resonance of time and space, and immediately locked onto the deepest shelf.
There stood a dusty turtle-shaped stone sculpture.
In the half-second when everyone's attention fell on the plow, the remaining Chakra in Urashiki's body broke out of the blockade.
The sealing chain made a crisp sound, and a gap was opened, and Urashiki also began to laugh.
"A bunch of idiots!"