Sōkyū Hatake took one last look at Momoshiki and Kinshiki searching for something amid Iwagakure's ruins on the light screen, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
"Otsutsuki... Momoshiki, Kinshiki..." He spoke the two names, a cold smile curling his lips.
"You want to turn my territory into your hunting ground?"
"Then let me see whether you so-called gods can withstand... the wrath of an 'inferior creature'!"
He turned and strode toward War Room One. After two years of peace, the shinobi world was swept into another storm by the arrival of enemies from beyond the heavens.
And this time, the storm's center was destined to be Rōran, to be Sōkyū Hatake! Invisible economic reins might bind mortals, but against gods from the sea of stars, only absolute power could decide who ultimately lived or died!
After wreaking horrifying destruction upon Iwagakure, Momoshiki Otsutsuki and Kinshiki did not continue their brazen sweep through the other ninja villages as people had expected. Their movements became elusive, like phantoms.
The shinobi world's intelligence networks, particularly Rōran's branch under Anko's command, began receiving scattered, disturbing reports:
Deep in the snowy mountains along the Land of Iron's northern border, violent energy fluctuations had occurred, and an entire snow-covered peak had collapsed, seemingly forcibly probed by some kind of power;
An ancient shrine site in the Land of Waves had been razed overnight, leaving behind suffocating traces of chakra similar to those in Iwagakure;
Even a remote island in the distant, overseas Land of Water had produced rumors of sightings of white light shooting into the sky and space twisting...
The locations of these incidents seemed random, with no discernible pattern, but they all shared one thing in common-they were either regions with ancient myths passed down through the ages, places where ancient objects had