Late at night.
Somewhere secluded in the Land of Ancestors.
Shimura Danzō-no, Baku now-stood on a tree branch, silently watching the Onmyoji under his control busily constructing some kind of altar below.
Black Zetsu was no longer beside him.
Baku had sent him away to the Land of Rain, because he needed certain things.
Nagato's eyes were powerful, and he could not touch him for now, but the thing inside Yahiko was something he could control.
Ōkuninushi... also known as Yachihoko no Kami.
His authority was useful to him.
After silently watching the Onmyoji's painfully slow progress below for a while, Baku could not help missing the Root ninja he had left in Konoha.
The efficiency of the two groups could certainly be compared.
Bored from watching, Baku could not help looking up at the moon, a trace of intoxication surfacing in his eyes.
"Dreams have never been mere empty fantasies. When an obsession grows deep enough, dreams will encroach upon reality and overturn the established truths of the world.
"People always assume reality is a solid, unchanging foundation, yet reality itself is built from the obsessions of countless people. If the power of dreams overwhelms the rules of the waking world, what is illusory and what is real will be completely reversed.
"What I pursue is not an empty fantasy, but the power of dreams to rewrite this already rotten Shinobi World. Dreams can devour reality, and they can also become a new reality.
"If the old reality brings endless suffering, why shouldn't a grand dream crush this wretched world? Once a dream takes root, it becomes the new truth."
Baku had taken his research into the development of Dream Release to its limit.
It could be said that, with enough mental power to sustain his current Dream Release,