One great battle had left the whole world desolate.
It was unbearably tragic.
The world had fallen into an unprecedented decline.
And recovering would likely take another thousand years.
Hagoromo and Hamura had survived, but they felt that living was worse than death.
The Heavenly Court that had once floated above all living beings had long since been destroyed in the battle.
The world was riddled with scars.
And the familiar mortal world had shattered along with it.
Now, only the two of them remained, their hearts filled with grief.
Yet even they had suffered grievous wounds and had still not recovered.
In the final decisive battle, the two of them had intended to fight despite their injuries.
But Yuya had flung them away.
Though their lives had been saved, they had lost much of their vitality.
Now they were decrepit, their faces aged and withered, their hair gray.
It was hard to imagine that they were actually in the prime of their lives.
Their hearts had died with that battle.
They began traveling to the moon.
Searching for a way to break Yuya's seal.
But how could a seal laid jointly by several Ōtsutsuki be so easily broken?
Their many attempts had failed, consuming what little vitality they had left and leaving their bodies ever more withered.
Just as their vitality was about to fade completely,
a dense surge of chakra came from within the moon.
It poured into their bodies.
This chakra came from Yuya.
It was vast and limitless, seemingly without end.
It held the chakra of an entire God Tree Fruit.
The two of them began to regain their vitality, living a second life.
Hagoromo and Hamura looked at each other's increasingly youthful bodies.
Just as they had in the past, they wept.
"Father, where are