Outside the edge line of Six Paths·Life-and-Death Shogi range.
The space here is relatively stable, and the energy turbulence tends to be gentle, as if it is a buffer zone between the two worlds.
Below is the hazy and illusory Pure Land scene, and above is the ever-changing energy sky.
Two figures were quietly suspended in the void at the edge, as if they were independent of this grand chess game that determined the future of Shinobi World, but they were paying close attention to everything that happened in it.
One of them is a white-haired Young Naruto.
He has a delicate face with a bit of childishness, but he has a pair of unusually calm Purple Eyes eyes that seem to be able to see into the world.
At this moment, these eyes were staring at the battlefield in the distance that had just been ravaged by the Crimson dragon and the smoke and dust had not completely dispersed. Their eyes were filled with indescribable shock.
He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was frightened by the power beyond imagination in front of him. After a while, he murmured the words:
"Is this something humans can achieve?"
That blow that burned away his life and shook the god descendants, that Taijutsu mystery that was so pure that it transcended the scope of Ninjutsu, deeply impacted his cognition.
In his understanding, the human body has limits, and Chakra is the source of power.
But those two people used their most primitive physical strength to explode with destructive power that was comparable to or even surpassed Divine Technique.
Standing next to him was a young man with blond hair.
He has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and his brows show a calmness and wisdom that has gone through hardships, but you can vaguely see a sunshine-like arc at the corner of his mouth.
The most eye-catching thing is his Blue Eyes eyes, which are like the purest sky.
Hearing the white-haired Young Naruto's question, the blond young man gently put his hand on Young Naruto's shoulder, feeling warm and firm strength in his palm.
His voice was gentle, but with an unquestionable certainty:
"Don't underestimate human will and ability."
His eyes were also cast on the battlefield, and his eyes reflected the red afterglow that had not completely dissipated, as if he saw the brightest light blooming from the souls of the father and son as they burned their lives.
Young Naruto Yuyun, felt the warmth of his father's palm, but was not completely relieved.
He frowned slightly and asked a deeper and more serious question:
"Father, if Grandpa Kai and Grandpa Dai were not on this Treasured Tool at this time, their lives would have come to an end."
Yuyun's voice contained a hint of imperceptible compassion, "Just like a cicada."
He paused and described in an almost philosophical tone that transcended his age:
"Hibernating underground for as little as three to five years and as many as thirteen to seventeen years, enduring darkness and loneliness, and accumulating meager strength.
Then it breaks out of the ground, climbs up the branches, sings for one summer, and then dies."
He once again cast his gaze in the direction where the father and son fell. "Is it worth sacrificing your whole life for the glory of just one move?"
This question is about the meaning of life and the measurement of value.
When Adult Naruto heard his son's question, he did not answer immediately. In his Blue Eyes eyes, the light became hotter and hotter, as if there were countless sparks of memory flickering and colliding in them.
He thought of the teacher with thick eyebrows who was always enthusiastic and shouted "youth" with his thumb up; he thought of Rock Lee who broke through himself again and again in desperate situations and wrote his life with sweat; he thought of his fellow practitioners who did their best to protect important things...
After a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice distant, as if he was reciting an ancient poem about life:
"The cicada sings for a lifetime, but only for one season.
Life span lasts only a hundred years.
Mayflies live in the morning and die in the evening, but summer insects cannot speak of ice."
His eyes swept across the vast Pure Land and the fierce battlefield below, and seemed to have penetrated time and space, seeing the rise and fall of Shinobi World over thousands of years, and the emergence of heroes in large numbers.
"The life of living beings is short, and they have their own way of living."
Naruto's tone became firm and full of power, "Some people pursue the ethereal Immortality, trying to hold on to the quicksand of time; some people pursue the splendor of a moment, and would rather bloom in an instant like Fireworks, lighting up the night sky."
"Exactly so...
Life is infinite and unreplicable."
He looked at Yuyun, his eyes full of his father's guidance and expectations for his son. "They chose their own way of living, implemented their own beliefs, and burned all their youth to protect the people they considered the most important.
For them, the glory of that moment may be better than a hundred years of mediocrity.
This is the value of their lives, and there is no need for outsiders to use 'whether it's worth it' to measure it."
Yuyun nodded in understanding, but then thought of something again, and looked up at his father, with a hint of childish curiosity and doubt in his eyes:
"But... father and mother, aren't they already immortal?"
He is referring to the power and life level possessed by Naruto and Kaguya that exceed the limits of ordinary human lifespan.
Adult Naruto heard this and smiled slightly, but there was a hint of indescribable depth and indifference in that smile.
"Lonely Immortality means nothing to me."
He said softly, as if stating a conclusion he had already thought about.
His eyes softened, as if he had traveled through space and saw those figures connected to his fate somewhere far away in Mortal World or Pure Land.
"Perhaps... when your Mothers grow old, I will take their souls and leave Shinobi World together to go to a wider world."
His tone was calm, as if he was planning a long trip, "Maybe I will choose to stay at Shinobi World, continue to practice and gain enlightenment, until like Sage of Six Paths, I find a trustworthy successor who can truly entrust Shinobi World's future."
He is no longer the Young Naruto Hokage who simply pursues power and longs for recognition.
What he is thinking about is something more profound, the meaning of companionship, the responsibility of inheritance, and the destination of life.
Yuyun blinked and asked, "Then... don't you plan to resurrect them in the future?"
In his opinion, with his father's current strength, it does not seem impossible to do this.
Adult Naruto shook his head, his eyes extremely serious:
"Well, we decided this together."
When the top level is solidified, social progress will be seriously affected, which is not conducive to the development of human civilization.
His voice was gentle but firm:
"We will always be together, life and death."
"If you are alive, you will be in the same quilt; if you are dead, you will be in the same hole. Or... embark on a new journey together."
Never leave any one behind and bear the time of Eternity alone."
This is the vow between him and his lover, which transcends life and death and is the ultimate commitment to companionship.
Yuyun listened and was silent for a moment, seeming to digest this heavy and romantic decision.
Then, he raised his head, looked at his father with his clear eyes, and asked the last, slightly childish question:
"What about us?"
By this we are referring to him and his brothers and sisters.
Adult Naruto was amused by his son's question. He touched his chin pretending to think, a cunning light flashed in his eyes, and then answered in a matter-of-fact tone:
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."
He lengthened his tone and then added with a smile:
"I am blessed to have no children or grandchildren."
"Pfft!"
Yuyun couldn't hold it back and laughed.
My father's funny, caring and slightly disgusting answer diluted the depression caused by the previous heavy topics about life and sacrifice.
He knew that his father was telling him in this way: Parents has Parents's life and choices, and the child will also have his own path and excitement.
Love each other deeply, but there is no need to bind each other.
In a limited life, living, loving, protecting and creating your own splendor is the best respect for life and the best feedback for Parents's love.