Tsunade and Orochimaru exchanged a reflexive glance.
The same emptiness stared back from both pairs of eyes.
The shinobi world's historical record was already fragmented and hazy. The Sage of Six Paths, to them, was a figure of distant myth—perhaps the very origin of the chakra system itself.
And the origin above that origin?
Tsunade parted her lips, but her mind was blank, unable to produce even a single word.
Orochimaru's tongue slid unconsciously across her lips—an old habit that surfaced whenever she was intensely excited or bewildered. This time, it was bewilderment that held the reins.
This was beyond both of their imagination. A pure, absolute unknown.
Aisen looked at their stunned faces. He wasn't surprised.
Then he began, calmly and patiently, to lay out chakra's true beginnings.
"Earlier, I mentioned that in Mashu's world there is something called the Root—the origin of all causes. Over there, the Root is almost common knowledge, but that isn't the normal state of things."
He paused, his gaze seeming to pierce through bedrock and starfields alike.
"In most worlds—including yours—life has no idea where its world came from in the first place."
"But when an existence becomes strong enough—strong enough to look down upon all phenomena—an ultimate question inevitably grows inside them."
Where did the world come from?
"Most lifeforms, driven by instinct, arrive at a similar guess," Aisen continued. "Isn't the world born from an original 'One' that split, evolved, and produced all things?"
"Now, think in reverse."
His words carried a subtle, fatal seduction—like the whisper of a serpent in Eden.
"If some existence could swallow everything that had split and evolved—swallow all phenomena back into itself, recombining into the original One… would it become stronger?"
"Could it… replace, or even surpass, the original creator of the world?"
Tsunade's eyes widened in shock.
Orochimaru sucked in a harsh breath, her pupils flaring into brilliant, terrifying focus as countless thoughts collided and recomposed in her mind.
A horrifying conjecture formed.
Her body stiffened.
Aisen caught the shift instantly. He nodded—confirming the madness Orochimaru had just reached.
"Yes. In your world, there is something that tried to do exactly that."
He spoke the name clearly.
"Otsutsuki."
"A custom-built interstellar species with terrifying innate talent. They don't need tools—using only their bodies, they can cross the void between stars."
"And their purpose is simple: they search endlessly for planets that carry life."
What came next made the control room feel like it had dropped several degrees. The air turned razor-cold.
"Then, through something called a Divine Tree, they convert everything on that living planet into nourishment."
"Every single lifeform."
"Every bit of energy."
"Every scrap of information."
"All of it."
"Compressed into a single product."
Aisen's eyes swept over Tsunade and Orochimaru as their faces blanched.
"A chakra fruit."
"Swallowing it grants power that can shatter stars in an instant—making you a god, beyond dispute, in the eyes of any civilization that has never left its planet."
Then Aisen tilted his head slightly, as if looking toward the universe's center—toward that sunlike apex existence he'd sensed earlier.
"The creator of the Otsutsuki clan is the Otsutsuki God—an entity who has devoured countless chakra fruits."
"For that being, the energy contained in a single planet is negligible now. Who eats the fruit no longer matters."
"What matters is the information inside."
"A planet's history. Its lives. Its civilization. Its memories."
"So long as that information ultimately flows into their chakra cycle… the goal is achieved."
Aisen's gaze returned to Tsunade and Orochimaru.
"The Otsutsuki God's final objective is to collect and swallow all information in the world—until everything becomes the original One."
"To reach the true ultimate."
"And chakra…"
He let the word hang for a beat.
"…is merely an intermediate byproduct of that plan."
Tsunade jolted as if struck. She stared down at her own palm, as though seeing the energy within her for the first time.
Orochimaru's breathing quickened. The fever in her eyes nearly burned.
"Modern chakra," Aisen said, "is essentially a collection of nearly all information in this world. Its versatility is extremely close to omnipotence."
"In theory, it can do almost anything."
"And now you understand why I was so surprised by Reenactment."
He continued without rushing, but the weight of each sentence pressed down like a mountain.
"To explain that, we need to introduce a pair of concepts that mirror each other: omniscience and omnipotence."
He paused, giving them time to steady their emotions.
"If you achieve true omniscience, you should know how to achieve omnipotence."
"And if you achieve true omnipotence, you can make yourself omniscient."
"They are two sides of the same coin. A self-confirming loop."
"And right now, chakra—or rather, the Otsutsuki God's plan—walks a path toward omniscience."
"If they succeed in returning all information in the universe to one, then at the very instant they reach the end of omniscience… they will also step into the realm of omniscience and omnipotence."
"But they are still on the road."
"Which means what they possess is incomplete omniscience."
"Therefore, how chakra is used—how efficiently it is wielded—becomes crucial."
"Especially when there is no guarantee that this road truly reaches the end."
Aisen's expression became… complicated.
A little tired.
A little incredulous.
"But the way your world uses chakra…"
He sounded genuinely speechless.
"…is, in my opinion, creatively inefficient."
He didn't leave it there.
"To understand why, we have to talk about the Sage of Six Paths again."
"The progenitor who scattered the chakra seed… distributed chakra to all humans under the name of Ninshu."
"His intention was beautiful: to use chakra to connect hearts, to make people understand each other, and ultimately to create eternal peace."
Aisen sighed—quietly, but deeply.
"And yet his method was disastrously inefficient."
"Thousands of years have passed."
"Where is peace?"
"Where is mutual understanding?"
Then his tone sharpened to the core.
"And because he over-specialized chakra toward 'connecting hearts,' chakra's near-omnipotence was severely castrated."
"In battle."
"In creation."
"In healing."
"In exploration of the world's essence."
"As a research tool."
"In every direction that should have been convenient and powerful—chakra fell far below the level it should have had."
He contrasted it with Mashu's world.
"In Mashu's world, magic is essentially a universal wishing machine. What it can do depends on energy type, energy scale, and depth of understanding."
"Their mana is too limited to fully express that machine's potential."
"But your world's chakra is already close to complete in omnipotence."
"It has the accumulated information and energy from countless life-bearing planets across the universe as its reserve."
"And chakra itself is compressed information."
"The conversion rate for recreating phenomena—recreating 'all things'—is, frankly, absurd."
He spoke plainly:
"The conditions for omniscience and omnipotence are almost already in place."
Yet instead of joy, those words brought only terror.
Tsunade's face drained of color.
The fire in Orochimaru's eyes froze.
Fear flickered in both of them.
In that instant, they saw the shinobi world's place in the cosmic food chain.
The very bottom.
Their chakra—what they lived by, what they were proud of—wasn't only "incomplete."
It was a crippled version. A failed specialization.
And worst of all, what had been sacrificed included the most crucial element of all:
combat capability.
Orochimaru's mind accelerated to its limit. Logic snapped into a single, terrible chain.
To reach omniscience, you must gather all information—past, present, and future.
But as long as life exists, as long as it develops, it produces new information.
Orochimaru jerked her head up stiffly. Her golden pupils locked onto Aisen, narrowing into a thin line with sheer dread.
Her hoarse voice—usually calculating, cold—trembled.
She swallowed hard, as if trying to force the conclusion back down her throat, but in the end she could only ask:
"Does that mean… our shinobi world—no, the entire universe…"
"…that every planet that breeds life is destined to be harvested by the Otsutsuki God?"
She said the last word so softly it was almost a whisper.
And yet it stabbed into everyone's ears like a needle.
"What?!" Tsunade shuddered violently, twisting to stare at Orochimaru in disbelief, then whipping her gaze back to Aisen—horror and urgency made tangible.
Aisen met their burning stares and gave a small nod.
Not dramatic.
Not cruel.
But absolute.
"In fact," Aisen said evenly, "the Otsutsuki have already found your planet."
"And they've already performed one harvest."
Tsunade's heart clenched so hard it felt like it might stop.
But Aisen's next sentence gave her the barest room to breathe.
"Of course, your existence proves that harvest wasn't fully successful."
His eyes seemed to slip beyond the present, into the distant past.
"Your planet's native power—together with the child of the invading Otsutsuki—managed to seal the harvester."
"Child… seal…" Orochimaru murmured, chewing the keywords, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.
"Do you mean… the Sage of Six Paths?"
Aisen nodded.
"Yes. He is the one you call the founder of the shinobi world—the one who distributed chakra."
Then his tone made it clear: the shinobi world's future was still grim.
"But your situation is nowhere near safe."
"Because your planet's information was not incorporated into the Otsutsuki God's chakra cycle due to that successful resistance."
"That means they will send another Otsutsuki to harvest it."
He paused. He closed his eyes briefly—as if sensing something far away.
"In fact…"
Aisen opened his eyes and swept his calm gaze over Tsunade's pale face and Orochimaru's deepening gloom.
"At this very moment, there is already an Otsutsuki traveling toward your planet."
"Given their speed across interstellar distances…"
He estimated.
"They will arrive in roughly twenty years."
"Twenty years…" Tsunade repeated blankly.
In the shinobi world's bloody chaos, twenty years wasn't short.
But to make the entire shinobi world capable of resisting a cosmic-level threat in twenty years…
It felt brutally tight.
Anxiety and unwillingness churned in her chest.
She inhaled hard, stepped forward, eyes urgent.
"Then, Group Leader—earlier you said time rewind might be possible in my universe?"
Aisen answered immediately.
"That is possible."
Relief flooded Tsunade's lungs. She exhaled as if letting out poison.
"Thank god… thank god…"
Then she asked again—her voice suddenly careful in a way she'd never been before.
"How far back can we rewind?"
Orochimaru watched from the side, expression cold.
Her feelings had flipped completely.
The universe-level harvest threat, the shadow of extinction—those weights made Orochimaru's earlier concern about Tsunade possibly "melting" after meeting Dan again look almost laughable.
Right now, Tsunade wasn't merely a shinobi.
She was a chat group member—an existence who could speak to Aisen as an equal.
When the Otsutsuki harvester arrived in twenty years and the shinobi world faced annihilation…
Tsunade—the only bridge to other worlds, the only one with limitless growth potential—would be the shinobi world's greatest pillar.
Could she truly walk away then?
Could she hide in personal happiness?
No.
But Orochimaru also saw the other possibility:
Tsunade could abandon the shinobi world entirely and flee to another world.
And so Orochimaru—dark, practical, and viciously honest—found herself hoping Tsunade was a hopeless romantic.
If Tsunade became bound to Dan and others again, that emotional tether might chain her to this world and force her to fight for it.
Aisen closed his eyes again, sensing the world's high-dimensional anchors.
After a moment, he opened them and delivered a number that instantly dimmed Tsunade's gaze.
"Roughly… only about three to four months."
Hope was doused like a flame under cold water.
A few months?
It wasn't enough.
It was nowhere near the era when Nawaki and Dan still lived.
And against a twenty-year countdown, rewinding a few months was meaningless.
After a heartbeat of disappointment, Tsunade snapped her head up, staring at Aisen with solemn intensity.
"Then, Group Leader…"
"Can you defeat that… Otsutsuki God?"
Aisen shook his head and gave a direct answer.
"No."
"Your universe is thoroughly saturated by the chakra system."
"It's different from Kafka's. In her universe, high-tier powers bloom in many directions—compatibility is far stronger."
"Here, if I want to exceed limits, I would have to force my First Flame system into your world's underlying rules."
"The cost would be too great."
"So the Otsutsuki God… I can't beat them right now."
Then he pivoted.
"However, the ordinary Otsutsuki coming in twenty years—I can kill them easily."
"Do you want me to take care of that problem for you?"
Tsunade went quiet.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Should she accept the easy solution and place all hope on Aisen?
Or…
She thought of the group's other members—some already powerful, others with clear paths upward.
She, Tsunade, had already reached the peak of the shinobi system… yet in the chat group she was unremarkable, even close to the bottom.
The blood of a gambler ignited in her veins.
She inhaled—and exhaled hard.
When she raised her head again, there was no hesitation left.
Only bold, almost reckless resolve.
"No!"
Her voice was clear, striking like a hammer.
"I want to try it myself first!"
She met Aisen's eyes, her gaze bright and fierce.
"If I depend on you forever, I'll be left behind by everyone in the group."
"I don't want to be a silent background prop!"
She clenched her fist, her conviction sharpening.
"You said Reenactment has limitless possibilities!"
"Maybe… I can create a miracle that belongs to the shinobi world."
"And if it goes wrong…"
A daring smile flickered through her.
"Don't you still have time rewind as a safety net? As long as I'm alive, I still have a chance to turn the table!"
Aisen looked at her—this woman who faced a threat far beyond her tier and still reignited her fighting spirit—and a faint smile of approval appeared in his eyes.
He nodded.
"Fine. If you run into something you truly can't handle, call me in the group."
"I will intervene."
Aisen's gaze shifted toward the two people who'd been almost invisible the entire time: Cocolia and Serval.
From start to finish, they'd sat in silence like two unrelated bystanders who'd wandered into a technical symposium.
After leaving their own universe, their connection to Paths had been severed. They could no longer use Path power to boost combat strength.
But neither of them cared.
Cocolia was here to help Tsunade manage a collapsing world.
Serval was here to research.
Even back in Belobog, neither had been defined by fighting.
As for the discussion about Otsutsuki, chakra, magic—most of it sounded like incomprehensible theory to them.
They'd exchanged a few confused looks and stayed quiet.
Still, the title "Otsutsuki God" sounded dramatic enough, and the "collect all information in the universe" plan was grand.
But privately, Cocolia couldn't help thinking:
If your goal is information, why harvest planets one by one like a brute?
Aisen was right—this world's use of chakra was shockingly inefficient.
Serval thought the same. The Otsutsuki God's methods sounded monotonous and unsustainable.
If she had to compare…
It felt less like a "universal intellect" and more like someone playing at being one.
Almost like… Nous.
Aisen's mission here was simple:
First, confirm whether this world could be rewound and serve as Tsunade's safety net.
Second, deliver Cocolia and Serval safely into this universe and hand them over to Tsunade.
Now both were done, and Aisen prepared to leave.
"Then I'll head back," he said to Tsunade lightly. "If you need anything, message me."
His figure melted into the air—silent, seamless—and vanished.
After he left, the control room didn't become lively at once.
Tsunade and Orochimaru—two titans of the shinobi world—were still caught in the shockwaves of what they'd learned.
Cocolia noticed at once.
As a manager, she understood timing. This wasn't the moment to press.
So she waited, calm eyes sweeping across the two shinobi.
Kabuto, the textbook-perfect operative, kept his professional smile as if nothing world-shattering had been said at all.
He stood quietly to the side, breathing so lightly it was almost absent.
For several minutes, only the soft hum of machines filled the silence.
At last, Tsunade exhaled long and hard. Her shoulders loosened.
She turned to Cocolia and Serval, a faint apology on her face.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. What the Group Leader brought… was too much. I'm only now catching up."
Cocolia smiled and shook her head, warm and composed.
"It's fine, Tsunade. No need to apologize."
"Back then, I was only a small leader struggling on frozen ground. The first time I truly understood Belobog's position in the universe… the shock and confusion weren't any lighter than what you're feeling now."
Serval, beside her, twitched her lips.
Not lighter?
Back then, Cocolia had been thinking about how to blow herself up with maximum efficiency to buy even a sliver of leverage.
In her mind, surviving long enough to see victory hadn't even been an option.
Tsunade waved off the formal tone.
"Enough with the 'Lady this' and 'Lady that.' That's too stiff. Just call me Tsunade."
"Understood," Cocolia said instantly, adapting without friction. "Tsunade."
Then her voice shifted into clean, professional cadence.
"To help you properly plan governance and development going forward…"
"Could you give me a general overview of this planet's current situation?"
"Political structure, economic base, military power—those core dimensions."
Tsunade's brows immediately knotted.
She scratched her blonde hair, her face showing real, honest pain.
Who in the shinobi world actually understood politics?
If anyone did, would the world still be this constant slaughterhouse, burning resources in endless internal conflict and showing no progress for decades?
Asking a doctor to summarize this was torture.
Still, Tsunade forced out what she knew:
Five major nations—Fire, Wind, Earth, Lightning, Water—plus many smaller countries trapped between them.
A system built on ninja villages:
Daimyo and aristocrats provided money and nominal legitimacy.
Ninja villages carried out missions, primarily war and assassination, and maintained their rule.
History was nearly uninterrupted conflict. "Peace" was only a pause between wars.
Tsunade and Orochimaru were students of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Tsunade had left Konoha long ago and severed her ties.
Orochimaru…
Had already betrayed Konoha for forbidden research—and was the mastermind behind the Konoha Crush, having even killed the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, along the way.
Cocolia listened, her fingers unconsciously touching her chin as she analyzed every line.
"I understand the basic frame," she concluded calmly.
"But if the goal is to make the shinobi world strong enough in twenty years to resist an Otsutsuki—an entity capable of crossing space and erasing civilizations…"
"This information isn't enough. Not even close."
Tsunade gave a helpless smile.
"Yeah… sorry."
"Then let's set a more urgent—and more realistic—target that supports the twenty-year end goal," Cocolia said, eyes sharp.
"Unify the entire shinobi world."
Her mind accelerated, voice picking up speed.
"And if we reverse from that endpoint, our starting position isn't actually hopeless."
"In fact, the foundation is… quite good."
She pointed at Tsunade.
"Tsunade: return to Konoha immediately."
"Use your undeniable 'strong claim'—your status as a war-era commander who led Konoha to victory, the founder of the medical-ninja system, the Third Hokage's direct disciple, the granddaughter of the First Hokage Hashirama Senju and the Second Hokage Tobirama Senju…"
"…the legitimate heir of the Hokage line."
"Seize the position of Fifth Hokage with the fastest, most legitimate momentum possible."
"Control the Fire Nation's core military power: Konohagakure."
Her finger shifted to Orochimaru.
"Orochimaru: impersonate the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa."
"You must fully take control of Sunagakure and its shinobi forces."
"Use your methods to lock down the Wind Nation's core military power in the short term."
"Our first step," Cocolia summarized, "is to unify Konohagakure and Sunagakure's strength under our influence, creating the core pillar of our future plan."
She looked at Tsunade.
"After that, I will use the channels of Konoha and Sunagakure to systematically understand every detail of this world—economic structures, public psychology, ninja institutions…"
Tsunade's face stiffened the moment she heard "Fifth Hokage."
She'd never imagined she'd ever wear that hat—the symbol of endless paperwork and responsibility.
She'd watched her grandfather figures die for Konoha.
She'd watched old Sarutobi run himself ragged juggling clans and politics.
Not once had she thought being Hokage looked enjoyable.
But then she remembered:
The Otsutsuki.
Twenty years.
Her boast to Aisen.
She swallowed everything down and nodded heavily, resigned.
Her shoulders seemed to sag.
At that moment, Orochimaru finished her own silent calculation and stepped forward smoothly.
"Understood," she said, that hoarse voice steady again. "I'll impersonate the Fourth Kazekage and take control of Sunagakure as much as possible."
Then her golden slit pupils slid toward Serval with a faint, almost smug interest.
"I'm not like Tsunade," Orochimaru said, a trace of pride coloring her tone.
"I possess the shinobi world's most advanced genetic research, human modification techniques, and the best biological cloning technology."
"The top tier of this world's research power and achievements—are here with me."
Serval's eyes lit up instantly.
She was Belobog's top researcher, and her curiosity for an alien tech tree was intense.
After decades of having her research suppressed, her itch to explore was unbearable.
Now, hearing Orochimaru's words, her researcher's heart caught fire.
"Oh?" Serval's voice brimmed with open excitement.
"That sounds… extremely interesting."
Orochimaru extended a pale hand in invitation, purple eyeshadow shimmering under the lights.
"Serval Landau. Would you like to visit my archive?"
"We can… discuss our sciences in depth."
"Discuss," the way she said it, carried a dangerous kind of enthusiasm.
Serval smiled without hesitation.
"I'd be honored."
Cocolia's gaze swept over Orochimaru—quiet and assessing.
Even under a loose shinobi robe, Orochimaru's curves were obvious. Her skin was unnaturally pale, nearly translucent under the lights, the purple makeup forming a sharp, twisted contrast that was bizarrely… fitting.
But when Cocolia looked into those eyes, she confirmed it.
This wasn't a seductress.
This was a pure, deranged scientist.
Still, she gave a small nod and let Serval go.
Cross-civilization research exchange would be crucial later—possibly decisive.
As the two disappeared down the corridor, Cocolia turned back to Tsunade.
"We should move quickly as well."
Tsunade rubbed her tired eyes and forced herself upright.
She needed to find Shizune.
And then face the place she'd avoided for too long—
Konoha.
Cocolia watched Tsunade leave, then turned to the console.
Under Kabuto's guidance, she began studying the Sound Village's equipment and maps.
Next, she needed information—everything Orochimaru had gathered in this underground empire.
The Sound Village might hold intelligence even the Five Great Villages didn't possess.
And Cocolia intended to build the next stage of the plan on a foundation that wouldn't collapse.
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