After the Sky Screen vanished completely from the heavens, the excitement throughout the Shinobi World instantly cooled.
The thrill of watching the spectacle, the shock and wonder everyone felt, slowly faded, replaced by a heavy sense of urgency.
Because everyone remembered all too clearly that another utterly terrifying being remained in the Shinobi World-Otsutsuki Hara.
No one knew which corner of the Shinobi World Hara was lurking in.
No one knew how terrifying her power truly was.
And no one knew on what day, at what moment, she might suddenly strike and attack a village.
Isshiki's story was over. He had perished completely, and the greatest crisis looming over the Shinobi World had disappeared.
But no one had expected him to be replaced by an enemy even more secretive, more bizarre, and more mysterious.
The Shinobi World seemed to have returned to its former peace, but in truth, everyone remained on edge. No one dared truly breathe easy.
Meanwhile, Konoha still looked bustling, prosperous, stable, and harmonious.
People filled the streets, villagers chatted and joked, ninja patrolled, and children ran freely.
Sunlight spilled into every corner of the village, warm, gentle, and peaceful.
To ordinary people, Konoha was still the safest, strongest, most reassuring village in the Shinobi World.
In the shadows on the village's highest rooftop, a slender masked figure stood silently.
It was Uchiha Itachi, who protected Konoha from the shadows.
He quietly gazed down at the lively, peaceful scene below, a faint tenderness in his calm eyes.
Every sacrifice he had made, every burden he had endured, every scheme he had devised-all of it had been for the peace before him.
For Konoha's stability.
For his younger brother's safety.
He watched the village flourish as ever, its people living contentedly, the warmth of everyday life glowing without