Ōtsutsuki Pushi was unwilling to go to his death.
When he rescued Isshiki, he had not even dared to show himself before Shihōin Naraku.
He had only opened a portal and used his fishing rod to fish Isshiki out of that space.
Even then, it had been dangerous. Otherwise, he would not have thrown out the Time-Sealing Box.
A treasure like that could save his life.
He did not want to experience such danger again.
So Pushi said outright that he could not do it.
The room instantly fell silent.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki began coughing again, taking a long while to settle down.
He was in terrible condition. Forget using Space-Time Ninjutsu; he could not even stand up and take a few steps.
But no matter what attitude he adopted, Pushi refused to agree to investigate Shihōin Naraku's situation.
Of course, Pushi was in excellent condition.
After all, he had not fought Naraku head-on and had escaped unscathed, with ample chakra and in perfect condition.
He could open Yomotsu Hirasaka at any time and travel to any corner of the Shinobi World.
But he did not dare go looking for Naraku.
That was precisely the problem.
Without accurate information on Shihōin Naraku, they could only huddle in this Alternate Space, not daring to carry out any plans.
So they had to find out Naraku's current condition.
If Naraku was still sealed away, they still had time.
If Naraku had already gotten out...
Pushi's eyelid twitched at the thought.
He opened one eye and glanced at Isshiki out of the corner of it. Isshiki remained as he was, leaning against the back of his chair, his eyes half-closed as fluid fell drop by drop through his IV lines.
Pushi closed his eye again, turning possible solutions over and over