The Main World.
Spring, Year 26 of Konoha.
Ocean Planet, Navy Headquarters, top-floor conference room.
Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, casting dappled light and shadow across the long conference table.
Outside the window, the sea was as calm as a mirror, showing no sign that a battle between gods had taken place here just hours earlier.
But everyone's face still bore the gravity of having "seen a god."
Toyotomi Yinglang sat at the head of the table, holding a cup of hot tea, his moon-white Kariginu gleaming softly in the sunlight.
His gaze rested on Kaguya, calm and unhurried, waiting with nothing more than a silent "you may speak now."
"Kaguya, tell us about the Ōtsutsuki army. Why hasn't an Ōtsutsuki army come to the Shinobi World in a thousand years?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Kaguya at once.
Nagato, Yahiko, Konan, Yutian, Sasori, Tsunade, Kushina, Sakura Haruno, Mikoto-every one of them was waiting for that answer.
A thousand years ago, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki and Kaguya had come to Earth.
Kaguya had ambushed Isshiki and consumed the Chakra Fruit herself, becoming this planet's "Rabbit Goddess."
Then she had been sealed away by her own two sons.
A thousand years had passed.
The Ōtsutsuki Clan had sent no one.
No reinforcements, no investigation, no revenge.
Why?
Kaguya sat at the far end of the conference table, her long, silvery-white hair falling to her waist, the sea outside reflected in her silvery-white eyes.
Her face was expressionless, but something churned in her eyes-not fear, but "memories."
It had been a thousand years. She had thought she had forgotten. But she had not.
"Because... a thousand years is a short time for the Ōtsutsuki Clan."
Her voice was calm, as though she were discussing today's weather. But everyone could hear beneath it the world-weariness