"You seem happy." Shikaku said.

I don't think it was physically possible to be more pleased with my students. "I am very happy."

"Happy enough to tell me about the war?" Naruto asked, from the window.

"How'd your date with your girlfriend go?" I asked in turn, and Naruto's eyes narrowed before he slowly ducked out of sight.

"... You know he's not going to stop, right?" Shikaku asked, still looking at the window.

"He's not going to get an answer, either." I turned back to him. "Unlike Kurama, I am perfectly capable of just walking away."

"And he'll bother you every time you come back." Shikaku noted.

I looked at him, glancing him up and down. "You're trying to convince me to tell him so you can get some answers yourself."

He shrugged. "Guilty as charged. Can you blame me, though? A war that apparently broke reality? You, older than the God of Death? Something I didn't see coming, by the way."

"I suppose I can't." I agreed. "Still, I don't like talking about it."

His head cocked to the side, his eyes taking on a careful look.

"Who did you lose?" He eventually asked.

"Who didn't I lose?" I said. "I know of only two other beings that might -might- have survived that old War, and they and I... were not close." And I'm not that certain they even lived.

Well... I could make the bet that at least one of them would have survived.

Luxu... The apprentice given that task... Honestly. His master...

We never did see eye to eye. I knew a little bit about him from my time in my reality, but the moment I'd laid eyes on him and saw that Black Coat he wore... How couldn't I have been interested? How couldn't I have investigated him?

Of all the things-

Hn. No. Those old memories deserved to rest. If he or his apprentices show up, it won't be for a very, very long time yet.

I shook my head. "I've long since come to terms with it. That said, it's dangerous knowledge, and on top of that, I don't want to talk about it for much the same reason you don't want to talk about how you got your scars. That, you can understand, yes?"

He nodded, gravely.

"Thank you." I nodded. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to be busy on most weekends for the foreseeable future."

He quirked a brow.

"What can I say?" I held my hands to the side. "I found some special things. The future is looking good, at the moment."

"Truer words have never been spoken." Shikaku noted.

Outside the window, Naruto's shadow clone finally popped away.

"So, you're telling me that the Ōtsutsuki clan goes around and harvests planets for God-Trees and Chakra fruits."

"Pretty much." The Elemental Nations agreed. "Can you deal with them, please? I'd ask Shini-chan, but I don't really want to give him any more of a workload than he already has."

I sighed. "Fine. Sure. Whatever. Where are they?"

I swept the Proof of Courage to the side, decapitating the last damned member of this entire fucking awful clan. Momo-something. Don't know. Wasn't paying much attention. Don't really care, either.

I pointed the Keyblade at the fifty-ish God-Trees off in the distance, standing upon a barren and ruined land. This entire fucking planet had been sucked dry by these trees. The two on this planet had been patiently harvesting it for Chakra, consuming the Chakra Fruits like a bunch of demented drug addicts.

Which... wasn't far from the truth, I suppose.

The rest of the clan wasn't much, that is, any better.

Well, either way. With but a moment's thought, the God-Trees immediately burst into flames, a purifying fire of Life and Release. After another moment, I set both the bodies on fire, too.

Maybe this planet would come back, with all the Chakra and Natural Energy that would leak from the trees and the corpses. If it did, it wouldn't be for a very, very long time yet.

"There. Done. Anything else?"

"No. Thank you. I never did like those parasites. Perverting the dream of peace..."

Never liked, you say, but apparently not enough to wipe them out and accept the collateral.

Well, that was... probably a good thing. Precision was difficult for beings whose Body consisted of a multiverse. Worlds not being that proactive in dealing with annoyances like those might not be a bad thing.

Eh. I'll figure that out later. For now, I had about five days before the next lesson.

And...

I think I knew where to go, actually.

"I am looking for one of you in particular." I say, and I can feel the attention of the Worlds fall upon me. "The one that hosts the site of that final battle."

One World draws forth. "I am that. What do you need?"

"Lead me to you."

I enter the World, and, much like Scala ad Caelum, am immediately struck with a sense of familiarity.

I stop, for a moment, closing my eyes.

Yes... This feeling. This place can be nothing other than that place.

I open my eyes.

Barren, rocky ground greets me. Mountains, and craters, stretching on and on and on. There is no life, here, only the echoes of beings who have long since passed.

I... can feel some of them still lingering. Hearts and Souls still holding on, even after all this time... Shying away from me, sensing my strength, and the fact that I am of the Dark.

I move forwards.

This place is a barren, rocky ground. Scarred by the ancient war. The wind flicks dust through the area.

But there is more than just rock, here.

I kneel down, and hold my hand over what's at my feet. It makes a metallic clank as I shifted it.

It's covered in dust, once vibrant colours muted by the brown. Its form is broken, chipped and cracked. Lifeless and dead.

Fitting. This place could not have received a more appropriate name.

The Keyblade Graveyard.