Jura: Sitting atop a black cube, formed from Claw Marks, I gaze over a battlefield, observing the fading chaos.

thinking: “These humans, they fight tirelessly for power they barely comprehend. Boruto... Himawari… their efforts are admirable but futile.”

With a flick of my wrist, roots emerge, entrapping the remaining foes. Satisfied, I step through a Claw Mark, instantly shifting dimensions, arriving deep within the sanctuary of the Tree Gods.

In the heart of this realm, the massive roots pulse with energy. Three other Tree Gods—Hidari, Mamushi, and Matsuri—stand gathered around a newly sprouted entity. Ryū, the youngest, trembles, his aura still forming.

Jura: Calmly stepping forward. “Ryū, have you selected your first prey?”

Ryū: Voice wavering. “Yes… in the Hidden Sand. A chakra so intense… it draws me.”

Mamushi: Smirks. “Then go, consume it. Let it shape your will.”

Jura: thinking: “Eager... too eager. They rush, seeking power before they understand its depth.”

I take out a book from my cloak, its pages filled with maps and secrets of every Shinobi village. My collection from the Land of Waves, meticulously gathered.

Matsuri: Eyes glimmer with curiosity. “Always reading, Jura. Still obsessed with Naruto? Are you driven by desire to destroy him... or perhaps, something else?”

Jura: Smirks, closing the book. “Destruction? No. I study him because he defies the natural order. An anomaly. But even anomalies will break.”

Ryū steps through his first Claw Mark, vanishing into the human realm. The others look on silently.

Jura: thinking: “One day, they will all learn. This world… all its hidden truths… will belong to the Tree Gods.”

I turn away, the cube beneath me shifting with my will, as I prepare to enter another coordinate—another battlefield awaits.