The starry expanse of the universe.
A verdant Life Planet.
A wooden house beside a lake.
The chakra energy drifting through the air turned into white mist, almost solid, ceaselessly nourishing every plant and animal.
Several fish seven or eight meters long poked their heads above the lake, the long whiskers beside their nostrils stretching outward. Sleek and noble, they vaguely resembled dragonfish.
In the middle of the lake, a dark shadow quietly emerged beneath the swimming fish.
The next second, ripples spread across the surface, and several fish vanished unnoticed.
A wooden house extended out over the water from the island in the middle of the lake.
A young man was fishing with a rod.
This was the Ancestor of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, whose name Xuandou had long heard-someone he had already fought, yet was meeting for the first time.
Shibai.
Shibai stood eight feet tall, with white hair reaching the ground, no eyebrows, a crimson Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan in the center of his forehead, and a pair of enormous curved horns on his head.
His features were refined, his face handsome.
At that moment, Shibai sat quietly cross-legged on the wooden floor.
He differed from the image Xuandou had previously imagined.
He also differed from the Shibai Momoshiki and the other two had described.
Shibai lacked that air of looking down upon the world, Madara's imposing presence even when he was not angry, and Mitianxia's solemn dignity.
Xuandou could not even sense the oppressive aura of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, which invaded and preyed upon living beings, from Shibai.
He was more like Minato Namikaze.
Bright and relaxed, like the rising sun, luminous without blazing, radiant without dazzling, putting those standing behind him at ease.
But someone like Shibai, who used living beings as nourishment...
Could his nature really match