The images on the Sky Screen slowly shifted, moving away from the conversation in the valley to scenes of Hagoromo Otsutsuki wandering across the Ancient Land, training wherever he went.
In those images, he always wore a simple bamboo hat as he traveled alone through the shattered landscape.
He used Senjutsu to restore barren land and nurture the living things in the mountains and rivers. Whenever he encountered surviving villagers, he patiently listened to their suffering and spoke again and again of peace through mutual understanding and acceptance.
Whether people mocked him, met him with indifference, or bluntly declared it impossible, the young Hagoromo never wavered in his original resolve. He kept traveling tirelessly, never stopping.
Meanwhile, the entire Shinobi World had erupted into an uproar. Discussions rang out everywhere as the images on the Sky Screen revealed to everyone the central fate that had bound their world for a thousand years.
"So that's it! It's been the same principle from beginning to end! Through every twist and turn of its thousand-year history, the Shinobi World has always been pursuing mutual understanding!"
"It's incredible. It hasn't changed since ancient times! First the Sage of Six Paths, then Hashirama Senju, and now Naruto Uzumaki in our era-they've all devoted themselves to this!"
"Three generations, spanning more than a thousand years, with exactly the same obsession. They all wanted to end war through mutual understanding!"
Countless shinobi were overwhelmed with emotion. The more they thought about it, the more it felt like destiny, leaving them filled with wistful sorrow.
Some could not help marveling at the young man's clear insight on the Sky Screen:
"In the end, that ordinary young man at the bottom of society understood it best! That's the real wisdom of people struggling to survive!"
"He didn't understand lofty