Meanwhile.
Deep in the distant universe, at the center of a vast, boundless starfield.
A palace so magnificent it defied mortal comprehension, seemingly forged from stars, floated in silence.
Inside the palace, two enormous seats stood side by side at the very top.
In the seat on the left sat a handsome man in an ancient white robe, with two horns on his forehead and endless majesty in his features. An aura that towered above all living beings naturally radiated from him-
He was none other than the current strongest member of the Ōtsutsuki Clan.
Yet the person seated to his right appeared exceptionally "ordinary."
He was a young man in a simple white robe, with black hair, black eyes, and an unremarkable face. He bore none of the Ōtsutsuki Clan's traits and looked just like a mortal.
But the fact that he could sit here said everything.
Just then.
The white-robed young man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to pierce endless time and space, turning toward a particular direction.
His eyes were as still as an ancient well, but deep within them, an exceedingly faint ripple flickered and vanished.
"Deva Path, what is it?"
Sensing something, the strongest Ōtsutsuki on the left asked, his voice like the low rumble of the universe. The white-robed young man called "Deva Path" fell silent for a moment. That trace of disturbance had long since vanished without a trace.
He closed his eyes again, returning to his eternally unchanging indifference, and said calmly:
"Nothing. Merely a passing premonition."
As his voice faded, silence returned to the hall, with only the eternal light of the stars flowing soundlessly.
It was as though that moment of scrutiny had been nothing more than an insignificant glance.
The Shinobi World.
One month later.
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