Just as Fukasaku and Shima were left speechless, unsure what to say...
The sky over Mount Myōboku split open again, and two powerful presences appeared.
Jiraiya broke into a cold sweat. What on earth was going on today? These powerful figures were showing up one after another.
But those two powerful presences soon subsided, and two figures in white descended from the sky, landing before Jiraiya.
"Sorry, we must have frightened you. We mean you no harm."
Seeing the shock and fear on the faces of the toads of Mount Myōboku, Hagoromo knew he must have arrived too late. It seemed his mother had already been here.
"You're... the Sage of Six Paths!"
Fukasaku's jaw dropped as he stared at the white-clad figure before him in disbelief.
The figure looked exactly like the Sage of Six Paths depicted in Mount Myōboku's murals. The person beside him looked familiar too. Wasn't that the Sage of Six Paths' younger brother?!
"Just call me Hagoromo. The Sage of Six Paths is a thing of the past."
Hagoromo shook his head. Ever since the Shinobi World War ended, he had taken another look at himself and suddenly realized that he seemed never to have done anything in his life that truly benefited the entire shinobi world.
All he had wanted was to create a world without war, where everyone could live and work in peace.
Yet war never seemed to have stopped.
Before, he could have excused it by saying that, as a spirit, he could change nothing, and simply accepted that he belonged to a bygone age.
But things were different now. Both he and his younger brother had returned to life, and they were fully capable of building an entirely new era. So Hagoromo had made a decision.
He would let go