Naruto stepped to Moyu's side and patted his shoulder firmly. "I'll definitely be there tomorrow. I won't disappoint your expectations of me."
"Good," Moyu replied, his voice steady and indifferent, though beneath the calm surface a flicker of excitement stirred. The thought of what lay ahead—his own strength continuing to grow without limit, and the chance to pass his methods to others—brought a quiet thrill. He would not only refine himself but also take disciples, teaching them the discipline to cultivate with focus and persistence until their Reiatsu grew unshakable.
"Then let's go back," Moyu said softly, watching as Naruto and Sasuke disappeared into the distance. For the first time in days, his chest felt light. His steps turned unhurried, the weight in his body replaced by a strange ease.
Further ahead, Naruto and Sasuke walked side by side, laughter breaking through where moments earlier sharp words had cut between them. Not long ago they had nearly torn each other apart over something trivial, yet now their rivalry had softened into a calmer rhythm.
Sasuke slowed, his gaze drifting. "Do you think Moyu will really teach us how to grow stronger tomorrow?" His tone carried both doubt and hope, as though he feared believing too much in what seemed almost like a dream. The memory of Moyu's overwhelming display still weighed on him. Could someone like that truly guide them?
Naruto tilted his head, his voice unconcerned. "We'll find out when we get there. If Moyu's lying, we'll know soon enough. But if he's telling the truth, then we gain everything. Either way, we don't lose."
The simplicity of that reasoning silenced Sasuke's doubts. His expression eased, and with a short nod he answered, "Then we'll wait until tomorrow."
"Good," Naruto replied. This time, there was no quarrel.
Elsewhere, Moyu let his steps slow and lifted his face to the breeze. At first this world had felt strange, alien to him. But now he found himself savoring its air, its familiar threads of spirit particles brushing against his skin like Seireitei's wind. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and let the sensation wash through him.
It had been far too long since he had felt this kind of leisure. Sitting quietly, untouched by battle or duty, carried its own rare comfort. Yet beneath that comfort beat an undercurrent of excitement. To meet such willful, arrogant personalities so soon after arriving here—it was unexpected, but strangely fitting.
Their current strength was weak, hardly enough to challenge him, but Moyu could sense the raw potential coiled inside them. Today they had given him a glimpse of something real, and he hoped in the days ahead they would prove themselves worthy.
If they placed their trust in him, Moyu would do everything to shape that potential into true power. He believed it was possible.
And with that belief, his own spirit swelled, as though even the wind had begun to carry his anticipation forward.
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