Tobirama was very excited now. He felt that he had discovered the truth about the Sage of Six Paths.
If before it was just speculation, now, looking at the constantly flashing figures in the sky and feeling the Chakra they emitted, he was 100% certain that his conjecture was absolutely correct.
"Indeed, the Sage of Six Paths is omniscient and omnipotent."
Tobirama lowered his voice and spoke to his equally bewildered elder brother beside him.
"He must have foreseen the arrival of those so-called gods, the Ōtsutsuki, at some point in the future..."
"So, he cruelly, like a cold-blooded being, orchestrated the entire Ninja World?" Hashirama was still somewhat dazed, and he responded faintly to his younger brother.
"Even if so many people died over a thousand years, even his own two children, he didn't care at all?"
"Exactly, but this is inevitable, because he himself has faced the Ōtsutsuki, and he knows how strong the Ōtsutsuki are."
"..."
"So, the sacrifices of a thousand years, even if there are mountains of bones, as long as it allows us in the future to deal with such a crisis, what is this sacrifice?"
"..."
"Moreover, the situation we face is even more complex and severe. Look, haven't two of them arrived? And, in the future, there might be even more."
Hashirama looked at his excited younger brother and was momentarily speechless, yet he couldn't refute him.
In fact, he himself was starting to believe his younger brother's judgment. On one hand, Tobirama's judgment was extremely great. He used to rely on Tobirama even when he was Hokage.
On the other hand, Tobirama's words were reasonable and logically consistent, especially now that that unknown Ōtsutsuki had also arrived.
"It's just..."
Hashirama still had some doubts, and he spoke with a frown.
"Why did these two start fighting? What exactly is going on?"
"I don't know either, but it's definitely not a simple matter." Tobirama shook his head, glancing around before speaking.
"We can ask them later, but the situation might be even worse, as one being able to unilaterally crush the other is enough to show that the enemy we face is even more terrifying."
Hashirama nodded gravely. After all, two Ōtsutsuki had inexplicably started fighting, with one of them pinning down the other.
And this person was Ōtsutsuki Takeshiki, which was enough to indicate the seriousness of the problem.
"Don't think too much. We have more important things to do."
However, at this moment, Tobirama suddenly spoke again, his gaze turning to the other side.
Hashirama also seemed to sense something, and he likewise looked over.
"Indeed, for us right now, this is the most important thing."
And the focal point of their gazes was Obito, who was heading towards the unconscious Utakata.
...
'I didn't expect this guy to be easier to deal with than I imagined?'
Takemi didn't know what the Senju brothers were thinking. His God Tree Clone was dealing with Isshiki's White Karma.
After a simple exchange, he found that the White Karma's situation seemed a bit more 'special' than he had imagined.
'His consciousness is completely chaotic, or rather, he is now a beast driven only by hatred.'
Watching the White Karma attack again, Takemi waved one hand, and Mei instantly disappeared from his side.
At the same time, a black rod appeared in his hand, and his gaze swept over the black net-like objects below.
'Claw marks, that Shinjutsu that can teleport infinitely, it seems to have inherited the power well.'
As he pondered, the monster in front of him suddenly flickered, completely merging into the 'black nets'.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
The next moment, accompanied by a roar, he appeared behind Takemi. He clenched his fist tightly, then swung it fiercely towards Takemi.
"Be careful!"
Mei had already been teleported to a safe location, and seeing this, she couldn't help but shout a warning.
But Takemi unhurriedly shifted his body, and in the next instant, he effortlessly dodged the punch.
His hand movements didn't stop either. The black long rod thrust forward fiercely, instantly piercing the White Karma's leg and embedding deeply into the ground.
"Ah!"
The White Karma roared again in pain. Seeing Takemi right in front of him, a hint of unease flickered in his eyes.
But soon, this unease was replaced by anger and killing intent. He swung another punch, which was blocked by Takemi with one hand, and at the same time, another black rod appeared.
Pfft—
The black rod pierced the White Karma's other leg again, instantly pinning him to the spot.
"Quiet down, don't move around."
Takemi spoke calmly, glancing at the sky out of the corner of his eye, then looking at the Senju brothers who had run to the Six-Tails Jinchuriki.
The black rod, imbued with Yin-Yang Release, reappeared in his hand, and his gaze returned to the even more frenzied White Karma.
"This way, your pain will be less..."
Takemi's God Tree Clone was striking hard on the ground, while his main body was violently beating Urashiki in the sky.
He was becoming more and more adept at dealing with Urashiki, and his attacks were becoming more precise and heavier.
And Urashiki was being beaten so hard that his head was buzzing, and a thought even popped into his mind.
'If this continues, I will die.'
The word 'death' was exceptionally unfamiliar to him. As an Ōtsutsuki, he always had a way to keep himself alive.
But when he encountered a 'crazy clansman,' facing the continuous fatal attacks from this guy, feeling the constant burst of Yin-Yang Release power, he genuinely felt that death was getting closer and closer to him.
'This guy is pressing so hard, he's not giving me any chance to transform...'
Urashiki still had some hidden power: devouring his 'spiritual tools' and devouring his Rinnegan.
By gathering all these powers within himself, he could use the third eye on his forehead.
In that state, he would receive a comprehensive enhancement, and he could fully utilize all his power.
But the critical point was that Takeshiki gave him no opportunity whatsoever.
This left him unable to find a gap to complete these devours and thus transform himself.
"Senpai, why are you still struggling?"
Just as he was dodging, Takemi suddenly found another weakness in him.
In an instant, Takemi's figure brushed past him, and then he felt an intense pain.
Blood splattered, and to his horrified gaze, the arm tightly gripping his fishing rod was severed. Moreover, even if he rewound time, he couldn't save it.
They were too close, and the speed of the attack was too fast, so fast that even rewinding couldn't avoid it.
"How can... be so strong?"
Urashiki mumbled, but Takemi suddenly flickered and reappeared in front of him.
The golden sword, radiating golden light, slashed at him again without hesitation.
"Senpai, don't you think this is pathetic?"
The golden sword swung, and this time Urashiki was somewhat prepared, but an unavoidable wound appeared on his body.
"Like you, having disproportionate vitality and strength is a tragedy."
"..."
Urashiki had no time to speak, he could only struggle to dodge.
"Your current appearance is both pathetic and pitiful. Why can't you just stop?"
He struggled to live, and Takemi struggled to output, while also speaking continuously during his attacks.
"Fulfill the dreams of me and Isshiki-senpai, become a part of our Path to Godhood. When I stand at the zenith, I will not keep this glory to myself."
"..."
What do you mean you won't keep this glory to yourself?
I'll already be dead, and you're telling me this?!
He didn't want to listen to Takemi's nonsense at all. He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to replace his eyes.
Temporal Rewind could help him defend against attacks, but it wasn't convenient for him to escape.
He didn't want to continue fighting, he just wanted to leave this place now.