Last Time ...
Sakura's face changed drastically. She tried to leave, but she was no match for the violent resistance of the active-duty ninja Amy and three or four men.
Amy said to the men, "It's settled then. I found you a beauty. After you're done, remember to give me the information. I need to report back~"
"We know, we know," one man waved impatiently, then smirked. "She's a great beauty, but unfortunately, she's a bit too old."
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Amy sneered. "She's still a virgin. You guys are getting a huge advantage."
"Really? Lucky you~" The men were overjoyed, their actions becoming even more brazen.
"No, let me go!" Sakura glared, struggling fiercely, but her body was too weak. Not only did she fail to escape, but she was also violently beaten several times by the enraged men.
Seeing Sakura about to be violated, Kakashi's anger was almost palpable. He tried to save her, but all his efforts were in vain. In the end, he could only punch the wall and turn his back.
"Damn it!"
Hashirama and the others' faces were also hidden in shadow. This was the Infinite Tsukuyomi; there was nothing they could do. The thought of this bright, spring-like girl being destroyed and withered filled them all with unbearable pain and sorrow.
Fortunately, at the last second, the door was broken open, and Kakashi from the Tsukuyomi rushed in, followed by Sarada. Seeing the situation, Kakashi flew into a rage and killed three men with deadly force. Amy, sensing danger, immediately fled, with Sarada in pursuit.
Kakashi almost looked at his Tsukuyomi self with gratitude. Thankfully, he had arrived in time to protect those important to him.
The tense, oppressive atmosphere that had filled the space between Hashirama, Tobirama, and Madara finally dissipated.
Sakura, barely clothed, saw Kakashi and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears. Kakashi helped Sakura put his clothes on her while holding her tightly, stroking her hair and patting her back.
"Sakura, it's alright, it's alright. I'm here. You're safe now. I'm by your side."
Kakashi inside the Tsukuyomi had lost his Sharingan, his eyes now exposed. Everyone could clearly see the heartache and complex emotions in his eyes.
Tobirama felt a strange unease. Even with deep teacher-student affection, was this how a teacher should treat a student? If Haru were in this situation, would he react this way?
Minato thoughtfully glanced at Kakashi outside the Tsukuyomi. Kakashi, now calmer, looked at Sakura and Tsukuyomi embracing each other, avoiding Minato's gaze.
Obito also felt a sense of unfamiliarity with Kakashi's overflowing anxiety and heartache. If it were Rin, would Kakashi comfort her like this? However, Obito quickly condemned himself for dragging Rin into this misfortune, shaking his head and dismissing the comparison.
Sarada captured Amy, and the four returned to Konoha. Amy was sentenced to execution for murdering a fellow villager and attacking Konoha's high-ranking officials. Sakura, however, was haunted by Amy's words and felt an inexplicable survivor's guilt. She pleaded with Naruto to at least spare Amy's life. Naruto, unable to sway Sakura's insistence, ultimately commuted the sentence to life imprisonment.
But after this incident, Sakura became increasingly withdrawn. She frequently felt tormented, then felt she had no right to suffer. Her mental state deteriorated, and Ino's attempts to comfort her were ineffective. Finally, Kakashi couldn't bear it any longer. Even if it meant revealing a more cruel truth to Sakura, he didn't want her to be trapped in meaningless survivor's guilt.
"Sakura, you don't need to be influenced by Amy's words. Your entry into Team 7 was never a matter of luck or chance, but an inevitability. I once wondered why they chose you, who wasn't from a clan. But Naruto, the Nine-Tails, was an unstable factor, and Sasuke, as the last Uchiha, had an extremely sensitive identity. There were those who coveted the Nine-Tails and the Sharingan, and various undercurrents never stopped. Becoming their teammate was like sitting on a live volcano, which could erupt and destroy you at any time. The Third Hokage couldn't choose ninjas from clans because it would be difficult to explain to the clans if something happened. Only civilians, even if they sacrificed themselves, could be easily dealt with. Unlike clans, which had intricate relationships and complex connections, where one move could affect the whole situation."
As for why it was you, besides your Ninja Academy grades being the highest after Shikamaru, it's also because Naruto liked you, but you liked Sasuke. You could restrain and tolerate each other. Your gentleness and kindness could effectively regulate and balance the feelings between Sasuke and Naruto, which was far better than finding someone who had no feelings for either Sasuke or Naruto. You were a sacrificial offering.
But later, you did even better than I imagined. You were the undisputed bond and connection of Team 7. You lived up to your ninja motto—a life lived with love. What I didn't expect was that you gave love to everyone, but forgot to love yourself."
Kakashi inside the Tsukuyomi looked guilty, his eyes filled with pain and unfathomable emotions.
Outside the Tsukuyomi, Kakashi clenched his hands. Sakura now knew about this; would she be deeply affected? Was this Infinite Tsukuyomi really just a Tsukuyomi? Was it not the real future?
"This is reality, cold and cruel. There are no coincidences, it's all destiny." "Madara's voice was deep.
Tobirama and Minato remained silent. From the Hokage's perspective, they completely understood the Third Hokage's reasons for making such an arrangement. While Hashirama might not think so coldly and realistically, his innate political intuition would lead him to make the same decision.
Sakura, inside Tsukuyomi, looked up, her mouth slightly open, staring at Kakashi in astonishment. She felt that the information she had received recently was too upside down. Not only was her wonderful life an illusion, but even the harmonious and warm Konoha she had always loved seemed to be an illusion. She truly didn't know which thing should hit her harder; she didn't want to end up like Amy." "That's a good ending, but it's because she was chosen as a sacrifice from the start."
Sakura remained silent for a long time before slowly smiling.
"Thank you for telling me the truth, Kakashi-sensei. If I were to stand at a crossroads in my life again, I would still be happy to be that sacrifice. I'm glad to be Naruto's teammate, to be your student. Loving Sasuke was also my own choice. This path is full of thorns, but it has allowed me to stand at a higher level and see a different world. Rather than sinking into mediocrity or even ugliness, it's better to bloom brilliantly. Even if the result isn't what I wanted, it's still a fulfillment of my desires."
This conversation not only dispelled Sakura's unfounded guilt as a survivor, but also made her seem much more composed and detached. Even though her confidence hadn't fully recovered, at least she was no longer wallowing in her life's failures.
During this time, Karin Uzumaki arrived in Konoha. She was extremely excited upon learning that Sarada was her child. She had loved Sasuke all these years, but like Sakura's love, her love had always felt humble. She had always believed that Sasuke's happiness was all that mattered. But now, Sakura was no longer Sasuke's wife, and Sarada was her biological daughter. Karin couldn't help but feel hope rekindled.
Sakura calmly offered her blessings, hoping Karin's wishes would be fulfilled. She also watched with satisfaction as Sarada, after her comforting words, awkwardly but earnestly tried to get along with Karin.
With these major concerns resolved, Sakura proposed a trip, which naturally met with unanimous opposition. How could anyone trust her in her condition? Who knew when she might be gone forever? No one wanted to miss even seeing Sakura one last time.
But Sakura was resolute. She joked... "I don't want to watch you all wait for me to die in such a gloomy mood. In the end, I want to go out and see the world. I've been running non-stop my whole life, never stopping to rest. Now, let me choose the end of my life according to my own heart."
Everyone was speechless. They could only offer to at least travel with Sakura, but Sakura refused. Everyone had their own lives, and she needed solitude to reflect. In the end, everyone could only respect Sakura's wish, bidding her a tearful farewell.
Sakura embarked on her journey alone, passing through many places, and even met an old friend she hadn't seen for over twenty years—the journalist Skye. He said he was also traveling the world, gathering material.
"A reunion with an old friend is a joyous occasion," Skye asked jokingly, a hint of indistinct hope in his eyes.
"Miss Sakura, it's been over twenty years, and you haven't aged a bit. You look about the same age as when the Fourth Shinobi World War ended? Could this be the power of the Hundred Healings?"
Upon hearing this, Kakashi and Minato realized that Sakura seemed to grow younger every day compared to when she left Konoha. She had initially appeared to be over thirty, but now she looked like she was sixteen or seventeen—her most youthful, vibrant, and energetic age. Only time had taken away her naiveté and impetuosity, adding a touch of allure and charm to Sakura.
Sakura seemed unsure how to explain. She touched her forehead, where the Hundred Healings mark was long gone.
"I don't know either. It's a pity it's not the effect of the Hundred Healings. Maybe it's because I finally have free time and don't need to work so hard, so I've become younger."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Skye's eyes, but she quickly smiled, as if trying to make up for it.
"I thought it was the effect of the Hundred Healings, or that Miss Sakura's medical ninjutsu had improved, so her body regained its youth."
"Heh, only my face." Sakura said casually.
Sakura's return to her teenage appearance puzzled Kakashi and the others. Was it because Sakura missed her youth more, so the Infinite Tsukuyomi made this illogical thing a reality? This was probably the only part of this overly realistic Infinite Tsukuyomi that felt unreal and illogical to everyone.
Sakura didn't want her solo journey to become a trip for two. Fortunately, Skye was sensible and quickly said goodbye. However, Sakura kept running into him during the rest of the trip. After Skye appeared in time to help her deal with some lecherous men she couldn't handle, Sakura tacitly allowed this old friend to appear around her from time to time.
"Kakashi, is that you? You've been secretly protecting Sakura all this time?"
Obito could recognize Kakashi even if he were ashes, especially since he had so obviously purple bandages on his cheeks—he was imitating Rin! However, Kakashi was really good to Sakura, and this girl certainly deserved it.
Obito wondered, if it were Rin, would Kakashi have accompanied her too? No, forget it. Let him keep Rin company himself. Kakashi can go to the side. Obito always unconsciously compares them. He probably doesn't even realize it himself, but in his imagined stories with Rin, he can never completely exclude Kakashi's presence. Perhaps deep down, Obito knows that Rin might not love him, which is why he always drags Kakashi into everything.
Tobirama glanced at Kakashi. "You seem a little too concerned about your student?"
Kakashi, sweating profusely, chuckled awkwardly.
"I was already retired back then, and I had nothing to do, right? Sakura's health wasn't good, so of course I was worried. Look at Tsukuyomi, didn't I take care of a lot of perverts for Sakura?"
That seemed plausible. Tobirama looked away. Only Sasori gave Kakashi a suspicious look, and Minato also wore a meaningful expression.
Hashirama, somewhat oblivious to emotions, felt he would have protected Sakura just like Kakashi. Itachi, on the other hand, thought Kakashi's feelings for Sakura were perhaps similar to his feelings for Sasuke. Madara and Izuna didn't react much; they didn't know Sakura and Kakashi well enough to comment.
The journey broadened her horizons. Sakura traveled to a small town and happened upon a traveling puppet troupe performing a puppet show. Unlike ordinary puppet shows, this one used real actors for both the puppeteers and the puppeteers. The exquisite costumes, the melodious singing, and the dramatic storyline captivated Sakura, making her stop and watch.
The manipulated real person's expression was stiff, and her movements were rigid, truly resembling a soulless puppet. Sakura got goosebumps; the acting was too lifelike. At this moment, the manipulator adjusted the threads, and her hands moved quickly. In response, the stiff puppet also became lively and bright. Every frown and smile, every anger and joy, was graceful and lively, as if it had its own will. However, the threads connecting her body told the audience below the stage that every move she made was merely moving according to the manipulator's threads. If she was told to laugh, she would laugh; if she was told to cry, she would cry.
As Sakura watched, she suddenly felt as if she were seeing herself. It seemed her entire life had been a dance to Sasuke's tune, her joy and sorrow bound to him, never deviating from his path.
The puppet show ended, and everyone left, but Sakura remained standing motionless. Even the performers on stage noticed the beautiful woman in the audience. The girl playing the puppet smiled and greeted Sakura. Sakura snapped out of her reverie, praising their performance highly and giving them a generous tip.
The puppeteer, Nami, was overjoyed by Sakura's praise and generous payment. She earnestly invited Sakura to visit their troupe. Sakura stayed and watched every single performance.
Although Sakura thought their performance was excellent, these days everyone preferred movies. Puppet shows didn't attract many viewers, their stories were somewhat clichéd, and the songs lacked originality, failing to draw in many people. Nami complained bitterly to Sakura, a loyal audience member.
Sakura listened silently. A few days later, she took out a piece of paper and handed it to Nami. "What do you think of this song? Can we add it to your puppet show?"
Nami took the paper, somewhat puzzled, and looked down at it. Soon, her eyes lit up, and she looked up eagerly.
"Sakura, where did you get this song? It's amazing! Can I buy it? I feel like if I use it in the play, it'll be a huge hit!"
Sakura shyly brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I wrote it myself. If you like it, I'll give it to you as a small token of my support as a fan."
Nami was overjoyed and hugged Sakura tightly. "Really? You're so kind! Because of this song, I've got a new script idea that goes perfectly with it. Just wait, I'll perform it for you!"
A few days later, the puppet troupe launched a new play—"Puppet Show." The puppeteer and the puppeteer were no longer just performers, but the protagonists of the story itself. It tells the tragic story of a puppet with a soul falling in love with its puppeteer, only to receive nothing in return because it's just a puppet. The theme song, also titled "Puppet Show," is a heartfelt confession sung by the puppeteer to win back its puppeteer's heart. The unique story, coupled with Amy's mournful vocals, made the play an instant success.
Aside from Tsukuyomi, Kakashi was shocked. Sakura had this talent?
Hashirama, a big fan of theater, was the first to applaud. "Sakura-chan is amazing! She can even write songs! The melody is beautiful, but I didn't quite catch some of the lyrics. I wish she could sing it again."
Tobirama and Madara were tough, hardened men, while Itachi and Sasori were completely clueless. They never appreciated theater, and the love stories they watched left them bewildered. So, they were a bit slow to catch on, completely unaware of what was happening on stage.
Izuna and Minato were somewhat enjoyable, but after watching the story, there wasn't time to listen to the songs, and in the end, they didn't quite understand the lyrics.
That evening, the opera troupe and Sakura had a celebratory drink together. After the banquet ended and everyone left, Amy was still in high spirits. She dragged Sakura back to the opera troupe, not only putting on a costume herself and singing a section, but also having Sakura put on a costume for her, do her full makeup, and encourage her to try it too. At this moment, someone came looking for Amy, and Amy temporarily left.
Sakura, also drunk, stood on the stage, listening to the music around her, fiddling with a prop fan in her hand. She slowly spun around, the fan dancing lightly, her voice rising softly as she sang a piece she had written and composed herself, a love song. Unlike Amy's mournful operatic style, this wasn't an expression of her emotions hoping for her lover's return. Sakura's voice was more even, as if she were merely reflecting on the indifference of her life.
"Who mocks those who flaunt their beauty? How can one be worthy of someone without a heart?"
Beauty doesn't bewitch; it's people who bewitch. The source of childhood love is always superficial; only when the heart is moved does the thought arise.
Those watching could see that along with this inner monologue surfaced a scene from her memories: five or six-year-old Sakura secretly watching Sasuke eating rice balls. Sasuke seemed to sense something, turning to glance at her. Sakura blushed instantly and shyly ran away.
"The bells ring crisply, the lamplight flickers dimly through the curtains, you and I are a match made in heaven."
Unwaveringly convinced that she and Sasuke were a perfect match, she was even willing to break ties with her best friend Ino, wanting to fight each other without restraint.
The 12-year-old pink-haired girl returned the red ribbon that symbolized friendship from their childhood to the blonde girl, her gaze resolute, her heart unwavering.
"Losing you is the original sin, losing my heart is what makes us a good match."
After the Chunin Exams, Sakura cried under the moon, begging Sasuke to stay, only to be met with an apology. From the beginning, Sasuke had clearly rejected her, but she remained stubbornly oblivious, ignoring her wounded heart.
"You tore my clothes, I painted them; side by side we walked through mountains and rivers. You were weary, but I shone brightly for you."
In their interactions, it was always Sakura's solo performance. She created topics, she tried to involve Sasuke in life, but Sasuke merely followed her indifferently, always silent.
In her memories, facing the suspicion and doubt of the Konoha elders and other ninja village kage, the disbelief, fear, and disgust of the village, Sakura argued vehemently and mediated tirelessly, arranging everything for Sasuke as an Uchiha wife, allowing him to wander without worries.
"You kissed the ink, staining my eyes with tears; for whom do I act out the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion?"
Throughout her life, Sakura's tears were almost all for Sasuke; her joys and sorrows were born only for Sasuke, and she perished only for him. Separation and reunion were all decided by Sasuke; she could only passively accept it.
"They misunderstand and maneuver, but I am only controlled by you. What in this world could be more perfect?"
Others' love stories are bittersweet, a back-and-forth of mutual affection; hers, however, was merely a constant, anxious following, a fear of being incomplete.
"Orchid fingers trace the fleeting world, a three-foot red stage, all things enter into song and music, a farewell song, long and sorrowful, yet not truly sorrowful, the most vibrant red turning to ash, who will remember whom, in the best years?"
Twenty-six years of chasing and following, twelve years alone in an empty home, waiting for someone who seemed never to return—after so long, she no longer felt how tragic it was. It seemed this was good enough. A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of devotion, from childhood to middle age, she gave the best years of her life to Sasuke.
On the stage, the pink-haired girl lightly waved her fan, gracefully tilting her head, a single tear slowly rolling down her cheek, whether in lamentation or mourning, it was unclear.
Kakashi's heart trembled, almost unable to control his expression. He instinctively reached out, as if to wipe away Sakura's tears. It wasn't too late; this time, he wouldn't let Sakura suffer so much again. Hashirama and the others finally understood the lyrics, heard all of Sakura's thoughts, and saw all her memories. Sakura on stage was breathtakingly beautiful, poignant and sorrowful, with a reckless, passionate intensity, like a moth drawn to a flame.
In that instant, everyone felt the same emotion—not pity, but a softer, more ambiguous tenderness and affection, the kind of tenderness and affection a man feels for a woman.
The Uchiha were all passionate people. Madara, Izuna, and Obito were inwardly cursing Sasuke for being heartless, not appreciating such a wonderful woman. Itachi suddenly felt a deep envy for Sasuke. His life had been devoid of love; if one had to categorize it, perhaps Izuna, with whom he had harbored a budding affection, could be considered one, but he had severed that affection with his own hands. Sasuke was so deeply loved, yet he remained indifferent, repeatedly pushing Sakura away. Would he truly not regret it?
Hashirama and Minato were initially stunned, a surge of excitement coursing through them, but they quickly regained their composure. This was their granddaughter's apprentice/the student of their student—a taboo subject.
Sakura twirled once and finished the second half of her song.
"With your touch, I dance like the wind; with your guidance, I know when to advance and retreat. Joy and sorrow follow me, every gesture is natural, humility and gentleness are absolute."
She wasn't actually a gentle, submissive person. She was opinionated, thoughtful, strong-willed, and quick-tempered—even somewhat short-tempered, as evidenced by the beatings Naruto had suffered for her—after all, she was an Aries. But only in Sasuke's presence did she become someone else, suppressing all her personality and sharp edges.
"You're wrong, but I refuse to be right; you're ignorant, but I'm oblivious; how can I willingly try to quench the fire in my heart? You wither, but I never fade; you tire, but I dare not tire; what can I use to warm you for a thousand years?"
Deep in her heart, Sakura already knew that no matter what she did, Sasuke would not change, and she would never receive his response. But she had persisted for too long, so long that she was unwilling to give up, and could not give up.
"The wind and snow are faint, autumn's white hair ends; the lamplight is luxuriant, rubbing your brows. If you shed a single tear, if I could accompany you in your old age, even turning to ashes in the misty waves, would be a perfect ending."
Sakura had thought that a lifetime was both long and short. Whether she was willing or not, as long as they spent their lives together, even if their love turned to ashes, it would be a perfect ending. But Sasuke wouldn't even give her this last glimmer of hope, cruelly shattering it all.
Sakura put down her fan, slowly raised her head, and exhaled slowly. After finishing the song, it seemed as if she had released all the good and bad emotions that had accumulated over the years. Her heart felt empty, but also much lighter.
Tobirama crossed his arms, offering a scathing critique. "She met the wrong person, loved without reservation, lost herself—no wonder it ended tragically." He paused, his tone softening considerably. "Fortunately, nothing happened. If she can truly understand this and let go of her obsession, it's a case of finding her way back from the wrong path, and the future is still bright."
Hashirama put his arm around Tobirama's shoulder, laughing heartily.
"Yeah, Sakura-chan is such a good girl, plenty of men like her. Sasuke isn't good enough, just find someone else. What about Naruto? Hmm, seems not good enough either. He clearly loves Sakura-chan but doesn't dare confess, otherwise he wouldn't have missed out in the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Who else? Does our Konoha have any promising young talents? Kakashi, do you know? As her teacher, you should really pay attention to your student's lifelong happiness."
Kakashi scratched his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "Well, I'm not entirely sure either, but I'll definitely keep a close eye on all men who get close to Sakura. This time, I won't let anyone hurt her again." Kakashi's tone turned slightly strange at the end.
Minato glanced shrewdly at Kakashi. Was he trying to protect Sakura, or was he trying to block any man who might approach her?
Clapping erupted. It was Nami and Skye, both praising Sakura's beautiful voice. Sakura quickly resumed her journey. Before parting ways with the opera troupe, Nami and Sakura exchanged contact information. Nami repeatedly emphasized that if Sakura had any new song inspiration, she should definitely give it to her; she would buy it.
Sakura seemed to have found a good way to express and release her emotions. After that, she actually sent Nami several songs. With each song she completed, Sakura seemed to let go of more. Of course, these memories all passed quickly; Kakashi and the others were unaware of what other songs Sakura had created.
When she realized her time was near, Sakura embarked on her journey back to Konoha. Like a tree that grows a thousand feet tall, its leaves eventually return to their roots.
Upon returning to Konoha, she encountered the Otsutsuki attack. Seeing the fatal blow aimed at Sarada, Sakura instinctively shielded her.
Her body collapsed to the ground, Sakura felt her consciousness fading. Sarada was crying in her ear, Naruto was holding her tightly, repeatedly calling for Tsunade to save her, and Kakashi's face looked as if the sky had fallen, his hand tightly stroking her face. Sakura wanted to smile, wanted to tell them that dying in battle was worthwhile, that her life as a ninja had not been in vain, but she could no longer speak.
Before sinking into the dark sea of consciousness, she thought a lot. Did she regret her life? She seemed not to. But was her life without regrets? Not quite. If she could start over, could she make up for all her resentment, all her regrets, all her disappointments?
The Infinite Tsukuyomi ended, but to Madara and Tobirama's astonishment, Sakura didn't break free from it after this death. Instead, a new Infinite Tsukuyomi began. What was chilling was that this new Infinite Tsukuyomi was a complete repetition of the previous one, with everything unfolding exactly the same: Sakura died, and then the Infinite Tsukuyomi began again, time and time again. Each Infinite Tsukuyomi unfolded in exactly the same way, as if this was Sakura's destined fate, unchangeable no matter how many times it occurred.
"How is this possible?" Itachi couldn't believe it. He had encountered many Infinite Tsukuyomi illusions, none of which were like Sakura's. "Everything within the Infinite Tsukuyomi is based on the deepest desires of the recipient. Everything unfolds only according to the recipient's wishes. This cruel situation—where everything appears perfect on the surface, but is inwardly a horrific mess, completely contrary to the recipient's original desires—should never happen, yet it happens time and time again!"
Madara frowned.
"That's right. When Itachi and I tried to break the Infinite Tsukuyomi by using death, we attempted to create developments completely opposite to their expectations. But no matter how much we tormented and attacked them, creating unbearable pain and despair, they always managed to escape their tragic circumstances or seemingly gain superpowers, returning to a perfect and happy life. Sakura Haruno, for example, couldn't escape the same tragic fate no matter how many times she was subjected to the Tsukuyomi. It's too strange."
Obito even found it terrifying. "I feel this might not be Sakura's own Infinite Tsukuyomi at all, but rather something deliberately imposed upon her by someone in the dark, someone constantly manipulating her, preventing her from escaping this fate."
Who in the dark? What is manipulating her? Is it fate? Is it a god? Or some invisible will? No one had the answer.
Although each time the development was the same, and Sakura seemed to remember nothing of the previous Infinite Tsukuyomi, everyone noticed that the speed at which the cycle restarted after Sakura's death was significantly slower. After the 26th Infinite Tsukuyomi, the scene froze for almost an eternity before the Tsukuyomi restarted. Everyone realized that perhaps Sakura's time to break free from the Infinite Tsukuyomi was near.
Sure enough, after the 28th cycle, the darkness passed, only to be replaced by blinding light. Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they found themselves back in Obito's Kamui dimension. Clearly, Sakura had finally completely broken free from the Infinite Tsukuyomi after the 28th cycle.
To Be Continued ...