"The Ōtsutsuki Clan's system is nothing you could ever understand.
As a cosmic race, we plant God Trees and harvest Chakra Fruits. We never act alone, and we're very hard to kill."
"Back then, two of our people descended upon the shinobi world as a team to carry out a mission."
"Normally, either they would harvest the fruit and return to space, or their mission would fail. There was no third possibility."
"But that's where things get strange. Kaguya was sealed away, and we still don't know whether Isshiki is alive or dead."
"But none of that matters."
Miki Yūya's heart skipped a beat. It doesn't matter?
"Then what if neither of them died?"
Miki Yūya couldn't help asking.
"That doesn't matter either."
Urashiki's tone grew considerably more grave, losing all the flippancy of their earlier argument.
"The Ōtsutsuki's innate vitality far exceeds anything you natives could imagine.
Forget being sealed or gravely wounded-even if our physical bodies are pulverized, we can resurrect ourselves through Kāma."
"But that isn't the most frightening part. What's truly wrong here is that divine artifact."
At this point, Urashiki's voice abruptly sank.
"You should have seen the tool I used to travel through spacetime before-the Spacetime Plow that looks like an old turtle."
Miki Yūya immediately nodded.
Of course he remembered. Urashiki, Sasuke, and Boruto had used that thing to cross spacetime.
"That thing belongs to neither Kaguya nor Isshiki."
That single sentence from Urashiki left Miki Yūya's mind reeling.
"What? It doesn't belong to either of them?"
Miki Yūya was utterly bewildered. This was completely beyond his understanding.
"The Spacetime Plow is an extremely high-level artifact. It's beyond anything Kaguya or Isshiki could access."
"Kaguya and Isshiki were merely ordinary mission operatives. Their status didn't qualify them to possess a divine artifact of