The Expansive Truth-Seeking Ball Space fell deathly silent.
The blade of Chiya's Ryūjin Jakka stopped before Kaguya's forehead, less than a millimeter from her skin. Its extreme heat, rivaling the sun's core, had already singed the hair over her forehead and even left a faint burn across it. One slightest push forward would drive the blade through her skull and burn her body and soul into nothingness.
Kaguya trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat covering her forehead, her eyes filled with the sheer terror of hovering between life and death. She could clearly feel the shadow of death enveloping her. One slight movement of Chiya's hand would annihilate her soul, leaving not a trace of her in this world.
She stared fixedly into Chiya's eyes, clinging to this lone chance at survival. Even her breathing grew cautious, lest any movement make him bring down his blade.
Chiya raised his brows slightly. The hand holding Ryūjin Jakka remained perfectly steady as he watched Kaguya with calm eyes. He neither spoke nor brought the blade down, merely signaling with his gaze for her to continue.
Kaguya swallowed. Trembling, she laid bare every secret she had buried in her heart for a thousand years, her voice hoarse.
"I... I was never some natural-born Progenitor of Chakra, nor was I the creator god of the Shinobi World."
Her voice carried bone-deep fear and a trace of humility she could not conceal. At her words, Kakashi and the Five Kage widened their eyes in disbelief. The legends they had heard since childhood, the history everyone in the Shinobi World accepted as truth-had it all been wrong from the very beginning?
Kaguya ignored their reactions. She kept her eyes fixed on Chiya's face and continued.
"I was merely a planter sent to this planet by the Ōtsutsuki Main