In space.
Inside the spatial tunnel, Momoshiki inexplicably furrowed his brow.
"Kinshiki, how much longer?"
The heavyset Kinshiki beside him replied:
"Ten more days."
Momoshiki had reason to frown.
Ever since Isshiki had sent him a message nearly a year ago, he had not contacted him again.
Although he had mentioned that he was not in particularly good condition, it had not been bad enough to warrant going a whole year without contact.
So... had those inferior creatures defeated him?
For some reason, Momoshiki found it rather amusing.
That fellow really had capsized in the shallows.
But precisely because of that conjecture, Momoshiki had begun considering other ways to deal with the shinobi world.
Anyone capable of defeating Isshiki had to have something up their sleeve.
After all, Isshiki was not like Kaguya, that disgrace to their race. From what Momoshiki knew of Isshiki, no matter how far he fell, he would absolutely keep some power in reserve to ensure a dignified exit.
That fellow was the very definition of someone who suffered for the sake of saving face.
Momoshiki gathered his thoughts and said to Kinshiki:
"Pick up the pace. The main family has sent word about this as well."
"Yes."
Kinshiki was a man of few words. He silently increased his speed to keep up with Momoshiki.
Meanwhile, after a year of development, the shinobi world had gradually entered a relatively prosperous state.
First were the Cloud Ninja. After they shared their Chakra Cannon technology, less than half a month of guidance from Tobirama allowed them to add a natural energy absorption function to the already fully developed Chakra Cannon.
After all, their opponents were Ōtsutsuki. A pure Chakra Cannon would only serve as a power bank for them.
Only by adding natural energy could they effectively harm