Mount Myōboku.
Inside an ancient temple, an old toad wearing a necklace bearing the word "Oil" slept with his eyes closed on an enormous throne.
He was the founding patriarch of Mount Myōboku, the Great Toad Sage, who could foresee fragments of the future.
Suddenly, his wrinkled eyelids trembled slightly, as though he had fallen into some deep dream.
In his dream, the once-clear images of the Child of Prophecy began to blur, as though shrouded in an azure mist.
Then, behind that mist, an unimaginably vast azure figure slowly emerged. Even a fleeting glimpse of its outline radiated an ancient pressure that made the soul tremble.
The appearance of this azure figure sent the original course of the prophecy veering in an unpredictable direction.
"..."
The Great Toad Sage's lips moved a few times on his throne, releasing several indistinct syllables before he slowly opened his clouded eyes.
Sage Fukasaku and Sage Shima, who stood attending him, immediately noticed the movement and hurried forward.
"Great Lord, you're awake?"
The Great Toad Sage still looked somewhat dazed as he slowly spoke:
"Yes, I had a strange dream..."
"The Child of Prophecy... the course of the future... has become blurred..."
He paused, then slowly continued:
"An... azure... enormous... shadow... appeared..."
"It's very hazy... I can't see it clearly... but it... changed... many things..."
After saying this, the Great Toad Sage seemed to have exhausted his strength. His eyelids began to droop again, and his head bobbed as he soon fell back into a deep sleep.
The two Toad Sages could only stare at each other, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
Sage Shima spoke urgently:
"Pa, what did the Great Lord mean? An enormous azure shadow? Could there be another variable besides the Child of Prophecy?"
Sage Fukasaku furrowed his