Deep in the universe, Otsutsuki Yuya fought the progenitor of the Ōtsutsuki, the Fusang tree.
Their battle sent countless stars plummeting and withered galaxies.
With a single thought, their clash shattered countless vast realms.
Countless spaces spanning epochs collapsed under their blows.
At last, the battle reached a fever pitch.
"Yuya, you clearly don't belong to this world. Why must you stand in my way?"
The Fusang tree demanded, unwilling to yield.
"I don't belong to this world? And you do?"
"You recklessly seized the Naruto World's essence, usurped its origin, and presumptuously established your own divine path. Who's the real invader here?"
Otsutsuki Yuya sneered.
"But this... is what makes it Naruto."
Fusang froze for a moment, then suddenly spoke.
"There are countless derivative worlds out there. Only a world like this is the Naruto we truly know."
"Without chakra, how could it still be called Naruto? Why can't you understand?"
Fusang murmured. The next moment, he stepped forward.
He took the form of a young man dressed in black.
Otsutsuki Yuya, too, emerged silently from the other side of the world.
"Otsutsuki Yuya, do you dare make a deal with me?"
The Fusang tree suddenly asked.
"Go on."
Yuya's voice carried conflicting emotions.
With the battle having reached this point, neither could gain anything.
Negotiating peace had become necessary.
"You split yourself into countless forms. The entire Naruto World is your clone, and you presumptuously seek to stop the world's power from correcting itself."
"But doing this will only drive the Naruto World into chaos and make it gradually collapse."
"I imagine you've noticed this world's instability, too."
Fusang said.
"That's true. If your energy hadn't polluted it, this world's potential would have been far greater."
"Now that it's collapsing, who else is there to blame?"
Yuya sneered.