Whoosh!
A white vortex burst out from the six tomoe Rinnegan on Ubiji's forehead, stirring up a large area of the starry sky!
Time reversed … The dust that had been annihilated was rolled up from the void, reshaping the earth that was full of holes!
Feather and the others who were killed by Dragon Style were also … resurrected with the reversal of time!
Naruto scratched his head. "What's going on … Weren't we already killed? Could it be that we were in an illusion before? "
Feather stared at the sky. "This Chakra is Sensei … Sure enough, he's the awakened shikigami with dojutsu! I can't imagine a second possibility to do such a thing! "
In the starry sky, Ubiji and Dragon Style, the former teacher and student, faced each other after a thousand years.
"I used to have this kind of guess, but I didn't expect that the shikigami of the Mother of Silt was really on you."
Dragon Style looked straight at Ubiji and said, "Sensei … Is this the story you told before, the cat teaches the tiger the ability to hunt, but has to 'save' the ability to climb trees?"
Ubiji smiled and said, "It hasn't reached that point, because no one can be sure of what happens after death. I also didn't expect that after my soul went to the underworld, I would be chosen by the master there to continue my mission …"
He raised his hand and put it on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "But the secret of me awakening this shikigami is not known by anyone except your Sensei's wife, and I have never used this power on Takamagahara."
DragonSpirit-branded Retainer rubbed her chin as she pondered in a serious manner, "Speaking of which, the Records of True Names of the Heavens, which records which Spirit-branded Retainers, also went missing during your rise to power. If my guess is correct, you must have done it … in order to conceal the fact that you were hiding a Spirit-branded Retainer!"
Ubiji smiled noncommittally and said, "We can talk about the old days later, but I have a few words to say to your 'junior brother'."
After that, Ubiji descended.
Dragon Style shook his head and shrugged helplessly. He muttered to himself, "Teacher's gentle and calm personality hasn't changed at all …"
He turned to look at the starry sky beside him. Tong Tong had already disappeared. He was like a child who liked to play pranks. After causing trouble, he would immediately run away.
"The Underworld, huh … What a mysterious place."
…
Looking at Ubiji in front of him, Feather said emotionally, "Teacher … So you can return to the modern world?"
Ubiji said, "I was already dead, but Yama reconstructed my body. When I was in the Underworld, I was no different from a living person. But when I returned to the real world, I was still subject to many restrictions. The biggest restriction was that once I died in the real world, my soul would completely disappear. Whether it was the real world or the Underworld, I would no longer exist, so …"
Feather said frankly, "Teacher, you don't have to say anymore. This is a dispute between us and Dragon Style. You have done enough. There's no need to continue talking about this muddy water!"
Ubiji nodded. "Also, a large-scale time reversal like just now can't be used a second time. If you are killed this time, then it's really over. Even your teacher can't do anything about it. Do you understand?"
Feather said solemnly, "Yes, I understand … This time, there won't be a repeat of the past!"
Ubiji said thoughtfully, "This confidence. It seems that you have obtained a new power."
Feather smiled and nodded. He looked around at everyone and said, "Everyone, there's something that requires everyone's cooperation. This concerns whether or not we can defeat Dragon Style!"
Whoosh!
Ubiji returned to the starry sky and faced Dragon Style again.
Dragon Style said meaningfully, "Is the current situation also within the teacher's calculations?"
Ubiji said with his hands behind his back, "As the 'Children of Prophecy', the two of you are destined to meet. Your teacher's original intention was to hope that the two of you would reach a consensus without conflict, but this is obviously unrealistic …"
"Because both of you have your own unwavering ideals, and your teacher is a person who advocates independent thinking. I don't want to deny anyone, so I want to try to let both of you recognize each other through battle …"
"But it seems that my thinking is still too naive. Even if I recognize each other, it's impossible to easily give in when it comes to personal honor and disgrace … Not to mention, this is under the premise that the two of you are not equal in combat power."
"Although it's selfish to say this, Dragon Style, your teacher hopes that you can stop. Don't fight anymore. It's not good for anyone …"
Dragon Style interpreted Ubiji's words and said in a low voice, "Stop … This also means that your teacher wants me to help him. Between me and him, your teacher has chosen him, the latecomer."
"Sigh." Ubiji said sadly, "Your teacher has his own difficulties. Do you blame me?"
"I understand, I understand …" Dragon Style's small face had an inexplicable gentle smile and said, "Your teacher is afraid that I, who have lost too much so far and only have an empty and powerless spirit of dedication left, will lose my original heart with the passage of time …"
"And he is surrounded by many fetters, has more practical things to protect, and has the impulsiveness of a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers. He is more malleable than me …"
"Your teacher once taught me to think from another perspective, so I can completely understand and understand your choice …"
As he said this, Dragon Style's tone gradually changed. He clutched his chest hard, and the Amaterasu flame on his body flickered. His small face was filled with pain. "But even if I can understand, when I am sure that I am the one who has been abandoned, here, it still hurts so much …"
"…" Ubiji closed his eyes and clenched his hands behind his back.
"If I can understand Teacher, then Teacher should be able to understand me too …"
Dragon Style slowly put down his hands, and his expression gradually calmed down. The Amaterasu flame also stabilized and continued to burn him fiercely.
"Teacher Ubiji, you are the one who enlightened me and gave me my own ideals and beliefs. I will carry them out to the end, so forgive me for not being able to fulfill your wish!"
Ubiji said, "How do you plan to carry it out?"
Dragon Style said in a low voice, "I don't know, but right now, I have to live. For this reason, the fruit they planted is something I must get! If there is really a prophecy of 'Heaven and Earth as One' … then the fruit stolen by the people on the ground will be taken over by me, the person in the sky. Wouldn't that be Heaven and Earth as One? "
At this point, Dragon Style laughed self-deprecatingly. "Yes, this is just my sophistry. To put it bluntly, prophecies are just the words of self-interested people. How to interpret it is all from the perspective of self-interest. Isn't your interpretation and his not the same?"
"At the end of the day, whether it is humans or gods, they can't avoid hypocrisy."
"But at least, I still have a choice. I can fight for it with my strength!"
"Teacher … if you don't plan to completely break with me, please step down! I really, really don't want to point the sword of slaughter at my most respected teacher for the second time! "
"Sigh." Ubiji sighed deeply and retreated to the starry sky behind the scenes. "Then I will leave it to the two of you …"
Whoosh!
In the starry sky below, Feather's figure slowly rose up, and stood equally with Dragon Style …
This battle for their respective beliefs … was about to welcome the final conclusion!
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