Chapter 64: Restoring the glory of Kaguya, it is our duty (Ch 64)

“Hmm?” Hokage Moze raised his eyebrows slightly, “Why did the pirate brother run away without saying hello?”
He looked like a deep thinker just now.
As a result, while thinking, the person disappeared.
However, it is in line with his style.
“I slipped away too.”
Hokage Moze looked at the only remaining Arrancar Moze in the spell space and waved his hand casually.
“Brother Shinigami, I’m waiting for the good news that you have mastered Bankai.”
He paused and added.
“Keep quiet and don’t tear this place down.”
Leaving behind a few words with a hint of ridicule, the figure of Hokage Moze faded and disappeared.
The talisman space became completely quiet, with only the Arrancar Moze left.
“call……”
Arrancar Moze exhaled lightly and adjusted his own state.
He raised his hands and clasped them in the air in front of him.
The spiritual pressure fluctuated and gathered towards the palm.
A strangely shaped Zanpakuto slowly took shape in his hand.
The handle of the knife was pure black, like a miniature black hole that absorbed all the light around it.
The blade shines with a strange silver-white luster, like flowing liquid metal. The brilliance is restrained, yet it can reflect everything that comes close.
Although it is now controlled by the Arrancar Moser, the appearance of this Zanpakutō also takes on the style of the giant sickle he holds.
But this appearance does not change its core essence at all.
This Zanpakutō is the concrete embodiment of the fusion of the souls of the God of Death Moze and the Arrancar Moze.
Without hesitation, Arrancar Moze thrust the giant sickle Zanpakutō in his hand into the Tenshintai.
Puff——
The tip of the knife accurately penetrated into the body of the God of Rotation.
Buzz——
The divine body vibrated violently, emitting a low humming sound.
The blade of the Zanpakutō merged into it at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was being swallowed by it.
“Come on, my Bankai.”
As the Zanpakutō completely disappeared inside the Tenshintai.
In the center of the light, a slender figure slowly condensed and gradually became clearer.
That was a woman.
She was wearing a set of clothes that was complicated and gorgeous, but also looked strange and unusual.
It looks like a kimono, but it is not a traditional kimono. It looks more like a sacrificial costume of some lost civilization.
The skirt with a fiery red background is layered like solidified flames, but the edges are pitch black.
The wide sleeves fell to the ground, and were embroidered with strange and abstract patterns, with black and white colors intertwined to outline twisted lines.
Her skin was as white as snow, almost transparent.
Her appearance is absolutely beautiful, and there is not a single flaw to be found in her delicate facial features.
The eyes were particularly eye-catching, a deep rose-purple color.
Everything in the world seemed to be reflected in those eyes, but when you look closely, there is only nothingness.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, which added a bit of mystery.
The woman raised one hand and half covered her red lips with her wide long sleeves. Her movements were elegant yet carried a certain inhuman sense of alienation.
Her eyes fell on the Arrancar Moze, looking him up and down.
“hehe……”
A soft chuckle came from behind the sleeve, the tone was gentle and soft, yet so ethereal that it was hard to fathom.
“He is truly a master who… has many secrets.”
The beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes tilted her head slightly, and the inquiry in her rose-purple eyes became more intense.
“But I won’t let you go just because of this.”
She put down the hand that was covering her lips and showed a full smile. That smile was extremely beautiful, but it made people’s backs chill.
“After all, it’s not that easy to control me.”
“Are you ready?”
“Of course.” Arrancar Moze chuckled, “I’ve been ready for a long time.”
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Naruto world.
Hokage Moze, whose consciousness was withdrawn from the spell space, hardly paused for a moment.
“Xiao Hei, come out for a moment.”
He spoke directly, his tone casual.
A pitch-black shadow seeped out from the ground like ink, slowly condensing into the unique appearance of Black Zetsu.
“What’s up?”
Black Zetsu’s voice was as cold as usual, even a little impatient.
“Also, don’t call me Xiao Hei.”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Black Zetsu’s heart skipped a beat.
No, I should soften my attitude now, for the sake of my mother’s resurrection…
He tried hard to adjust his expressionless face, trying to squeeze out a little “gentleness”.
Hokage Moze watched his performance with great interest.
Although in his opinion, it seemed to make no difference whether the expression of that dark thing was soft or not.
That didn’t stop him from having fun.
“Okay, okay, Black Zetsu-senpai, is that ok?”
“Let’s get down to business.”
Hokage Moze restrained his smile a little.
“How do you think people in the world view the great Goddess of Mao now?”
This question made Hei Jue stunned.
The goddess of Mao?
The world?
He lived for thousands of years, and his mind was entirely focused on how to resurrect his mother and how to guide the reincarnations of Indra to extremes so that he could use them.
In other words, their attention has always been focused on the top level, and they have never cared about the thoughts of the lower levels.
This was the first time someone asked him this question.
He pondered for a moment, and tentatively gave an answer that he thought was most reasonable.
“…Awe?”
Hokage Moze held out a finger and shook it gently.
“wrong.”
He spoke in a light tone.
“That’s totally wrong.”
Black Zetsu remained silent, waiting for what was to come.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Hokage Moze gave the answer.
Black Zetsu repeated these three words in a low voice: “It doesn’t matter?”
Although he was a little surprised, Black Zetsu also thought that there was nothing wrong with this answer.
Hokage Moze smiled with an indescribable meaning.
“Don’t even mention the Goddess of Mao. She is too far away and too ethereal.”
“It’s the more recent Six Paths Sage who is revered as the founder of the Ninja Clan.”
“His story may be more widely circulated, but how many people truly believe in and understand his ideas?”
“So much so that, just a few decades ago, the first Hokage, Hashirama Senju, was hailed as the God of Ninja.”
“He pacified the troubled times and established a ninja village, and the influence is still there today.”
“But even so, what does his name mean in the eyes of most ordinary people today, and even a considerable number of young ninjas?”
Hokage Moze paused and looked at Black Zetsu.
“It’s just a record in books, a legend told by the older generation, a mythical figure that is out of reach.”
“It’s even possible that you haven’t even heard of his name, or if you have heard of him, you just think he’s a powerful ancient person.”
“They are more concerned about the next meal, tomorrow’s tasks, and whose child is being naughty again.”
“The achievements of great men and the legends of gods will gradually fade and become blurred under the erosion of daily life and time.”
“You see, forgetfulness is the most powerful force in the world.”
Hokage Moze’s expression became extremely excited.
“How can we allow Lady Kaguya to be ignored or even forgotten by the world?”
“What exactly do you want to say?!” Black Zetsu’s voice was filled with suppressed impatience, and even a hint of vigilance that he himself was not aware of.
The smile on Hokage Moze’s face grew wider.
“It’s very simple.”
He leaned forward slightly, staring at Hei Zetsu with burning eyes.
“Let us work together to restore the glory of Lady Kaguya!”
“This is also to fulfill your long-cherished wish, isn’t it?”
The corner of Hokage Moze’s mouth curled up in a meaningful arc.
“The third son of Lady Kaguya, Lord Black Zetsu.”
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