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The room barely had time to settle.
Lucian had just begun dozing peacefully in Mavis's arms when—The door opened again.
Not gently. Not quietly.
But with the unmistakable presence of yokai authority.
In stepped Wakana, Kejoro, Setsura, Hagoromo Gitsune, followed by several high-ranking yokai elders whose aura alone made the air hum.
Behind them came Rikuo and his friends, wide-eyed and whispering in awe at the gothic architecture.
Rikuo blinked at the chandeliers.
-Blink -Blink
"So this is the monster world…"
One of his friends muttered,
"It smells different."
Hagoromo Gitsune stepped forward first.
She smiled softly at Leo. Then kissed his cheek.
"You move fast," she teased.
Wakana followed, gentle and composed, placing a brief kiss on his other cheek before turning toward Mavis with warm approval.
Kejoro and Setsura exchanged amused glances before joining in, one after another greeting him with affection that made Jonathan visibly question how many wives Leo actually had.
"...."
Even through he knew about it seeing them all at once made his head spin.
The yokai elders bowed respectfully, acknowledging Lucian's birth as if a new spiritual node had entered existence.
Then they gathered around the baby.
Lucian blinked up at the strange collection of powerful supernatural beings.
He did not cry. He stared curiously.
Hagoromo gently touched his tiny hand. "He's stable,"
She murmured approvingly as her eyes softened.
Rikuo stepped closer, hesitant but curious.
"...."
He looked at Leo. Looked at Wakana.
Then looked at Lucian.
One of his friends, Kiyotsugu, whispered loudly,
"So that means… he's your little brother?"
Rikuo froze. Brain processing.
"...."
Mother… relationship… Leo… baby…
"…Oh."
He straightened awkwardly. Then nodded once to himself.
-Nod
"…Yeah. Guess so."
He stepped closer to Mavis.
Lucian's red eyes flickered toward him.
Rikuo leaned down slightly.
"Hey," he said softly. "I'm Rikuo."
Lucian blinked once.
-Blink
-wHA!
Then made a tiny hiss that sounded suspiciously approving.
The room laughed.
Before things could calm—Another shimmer rippled through the air.
From the wizarding world arrived Eileen, Lily, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Delphini, and Minerva.
They entered like a well-dressed magical storm.
Eileen hugged Leo first, proud and maternal.
Lily followed, smiling warmly.
Bellatrix examined Lucian intensely before declaring,
"He has presence. I approve."
Andromeda laughed softly thinking what kind of Tantrum Bella did at one of the store to buy gift which little baby will like it.
-Fufu
"...."
Narcissa adjusted the blanket properly.
Delphini leaned forward with fascination.
Minerva, dignified as ever, gave Leo a firm nod with a little kiss on his lips as greeting before gently observing the child with academic interest.
Yeah only with academic interest, one would belive that is she didn't have a cat cushion on her hand as a present.
One by one, they held Lucian.
Each reacting in their own way.
Some cooing. Some evaluating. Some quietly emotional.
Leo leaned back slightly, watching the parade of powerful women passing his son around like a sacred artifact.
He chuckled to himself.
-Chuckle
"Lucky kid."
And then—The door opened again.
-Thud.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Hard.
Minister Jenkins stormed in, robes slightly disheveled.
"You!" she pointed at Leo.
"Do you have any idea how much paperwork I have to handle because you decided to have a child during inter-world stabilization?!"
The room went silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Leo smiled calmly.
"Good to see you too."
She marched up to him, crossed her arms, then promptly hugged him anyway.
"You make me work like a demon," she muttered against his shoulder.
"Occupational hazard," he replied.
She stepped back, finally noticing Lucian.
"...."
Her stern expression softened immediately.
"Oh…"
She approached carefully.
Lucian looked up at her.
For a moment, something about the air around him shifted—recognition of authority perhaps.
Jenkins blinked caught off guard by the cuteness of the little baby before her.
"…He's going to be trouble," she declared softly.
Everyone laughed.
Lucian yawned.
-Yawn
"...."
And in that crowded gothic room—Monsters. Yokai. Wizards. Vampires. Politicians. Warriors. All gathered around one tiny life.
Leo stood in the middle of it all, arms folded, watching.
"...."
Not as king. Not as god. Not as conqueror. Just as a father.
And for once—He felt perfectly content.
After a week...
Lucian refused to let go.
For the past hour he had been sprawled across Leo's head like a tiny vampire crown, small fingers tangled in his hair, fangs barely peeking as he slept with absolute authority.
Leo stood still.
A king reduced to a pillow.
Aemma crossed her arms, amused.
"He has already claimed his territory."
Sasami giggled softly behind her sleeve.
-Giggle
"A strong heir."
Leo gently lifted Lucian into his arms.
The boy stirred, red eyes opening halfway, then blinking up at him with that quiet, awareness he shouldn't possess at one week old.
"Already judging me for leaving?" Leo murmured.
Lucian made a tiny dissatisfied sound and tried to climb back toward his head.
The room laughed.
Mavis stepped forward, brushing her fingers against Leo's cheek.
"Come back before he learns to fly."
"I will," Leo replied.
Rhaenyra stood tall near the balcony, hiding her reluctance behind a smirk.
-Smirk
"If you take too long, we'll conquer another continent without you."
Alicent folded her arms but her eyes betrayed her worry.
"Don't destabilize an entire new world."
Rhaenys gave him a nod that carried the weight of experience.
"Return with stories."
Helaena, quieter than the others, simply whispered,
"Be careful."
Leo looked at all of them.
His queens. His allies. His family.
Then he stepped back toward the center of the hall.
In his hand, the golden world travel ticket shimmered into existence.
It was no ordinary object.
The surface rippled like liquid sunlight, ancient runes pulsing faintly along its edges.
Beside him stood Aemma, calm and radiant.
On his other side, Sasami adjusted her sleeve, excitement barely contained.
"You're sure?" Leo asked her.
Sasami nodded firmly.
-Nod
"I missed the last one. I won't miss this."
Rhaenyra clicked her tongue.
-Tch
"Unfair."
"You'll visit through system space," Leo replied. "Eldoria needs its queens present."
Aemma glanced at him sideways.
"And what does the new world need?"
Leo smiled faintly.
"That's what we're going to find out."
He raised the golden ticket.
Light spilled outward. Not blinding.
Not violent. But deep.
Like a doorway opening in the fabric of existence.
The hall trembled softly. The air folded inward, forming a vertical seam of glowing gold.
Through it—nothing visible.
Only the feeling of something vast waiting beyond.
Lucian let out a tiny sound. Almost like a growl.
As if he could sense the threshold.
Leo leaned down and pressed his forehead gently to his son's.
"Grow strong," he murmured.
Then he stepped back.
Aemma placed her hand in his.
Sasami took his other.
The golden seam widened.
Wind swept through the hall, fluttering cloaks and silver hair.
Rhaenyra lifted her chin.
"Don't get married again," she called out dryly.
Leo laughed.
"No promises."
And with that—The golden light swallowed them whole.
The seam snapped shut.
Silence returned to the world.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rhaenyra exhaled slowly.
Alicent looked toward the sky.
Rhaenys folded her arms thoughtfully.
Helaena whispered to herself, "Another world…"
Shinobi world...[Naruto World]
Surrounded by violent tides and natural whirlpools that guarded its shores like loyal beasts, stood a once-proud land—
Uzushiogakure...
The Hidden Whirlpools Village.
Land of sealing masters. Bloodline of vitality. Red-haired descendants of a legacy too powerful for comfort.
Tonight, its lights were dim.
Uzukage's Office...
Inside the central tower, the office of the Uzukage remained dark except for a single oil lamp flickering weakly against scroll-covered walls.
The current leader sat behind the desk.
Kazuma Uzumaki.
Son of the great Ashina Uzumaki.
His red hair was tied loosely behind him, though strands fell forward as he leaned over a war map marked with inked threats from multiple directions.
His expression was not fearful. But heavy.
"...."
They had already sent a messenger hawk toward Konohagakure days ago.
An alliance bound by blood and oath with the Senju clan.
They had fought beside Tobirama Senju during the First Shinobi War.
Uzushiogakure had bled for that alliance. And now?
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Kazuma's fingers tightened against the wooden desk.
Their situation was tightening like a noose.
The First War had left scars.
Their elite seal masters were still recovering.
Their strongest fighters were wounded or depleted.
The younger generation—talented, yes—but too young for a full-scale invasion.
Outside the window, the sea roared.
Their natural barrier. Their pride.
But pride didn't stop greed.
Scouts had returned with grim news:
The Kirigakure shinobi were restless.
The Hidden Mist had begun aggressive reconnaissance near the outer sea currents.
And not only them.
Other villages were watching.
Waiting.
Uzushiogakure's sealing techniques were legendary.
Their clan's vitality envied.
Their wealth in knowledge unmatched.
And that was precisely the problem.
Knowledge made you valuable. Valuable made you targetable.
Kazuma exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
"They smell weakness," he muttered.
A shinobi knelt before him.
"Uzukage-sama… our scouts confirm movements near the eastern whirlpool perimeter. Not just Mist signatures."
Kazuma closed his eyes briefly.
"Combined interest," he said quietly.
Dangerous. Very dangerous.
The alliance that once protected them now felt… distant.
He looked at the old sealing formula carved into the wall behind him—one his father had inscribed long ago.
Uzushiogakure had survived because they stood together.
But if the larger villages decided the whirlpool nation was too valuable to leave independent—
War would not be honorable.
It would be surgical.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
-Knock
Another scout entered urgently.
"Uzukage-sama… Mist vessels spotted beyond the outer current."
The oil lamp flickered.
Kazuma stood slowly. His mood darkened.
"Prepare defensive seals along the inner harbor."
He paused.
"And send one more message to Konoha."
Even as he gave the order, he knew—Help might not come in time.
Outside, the sea winds howled louder.
The whirlpools churned.
The night wind howled through the spirals carved into Uzushiogakure's stone towers.
Kazuma Uzumaki stood alone before the ceremonial wall.
Masks of the Shinigami—ancient, hollow-eyed, carved in grim devotion—stared back at him.
For generations, the Uzumaki had prayed to that death spirit. Not out of fear.
Out of respect.
"Just once…"
Kazuma whispered under his breath.
"Grant us a miracle."
The oil lamp flickered.
-Flicker! -Flicker!
Then—
The masks trembled.
At first, lightly. Then violently. Wood cracked against stone.
The Shinigami masks rattled like they were trying to tear themselves free from the wall.
The guards behind him stiffened.
"Uzukage-sama—!"
-BOOM!!!
A column of golden light ripped through the sky.
It did not fall. It descended.
Like heaven had chosen a coordinate.
The terrace outside the Uzukage office exploded outward in stone and dust as the pillar struck the ground with divine precision.
Wind pressure blasted through the chamber, papers scattering.
Guards drew kunai instantly.
"DEFENSIVE FORMATION!"
Sealing tags flared across the walls.
Smoke drifted.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silence followed.
Then—Three silhouettes stood within the fading gold.
One man stepped forward first.
Red eyes calm.
Black coat resting against his shoulders as if the storm itself avoided touching him.
Behind him stood a woman with regal elegance—Aemma—her gaze cool and assessing.
On his other side, Sasami, bright-eyed and curious, tilted her head at the architecture.
Kazuma's heart pounded. He could feel it.
"...."
This was not chakra. Not fully. Not entirely human.
The golden light vanished completely.
Leo looked around once.
"...."
Whirlpools roaring in the distance.
Sealing arrays embedded into stone.
Strong vitality in the air.
He smiled faintly finding which world he has unlocked.
"Uzushiogakure," he said softly.
Kazuma stepped forward carefully, guards flanking him.
"Identify yourself!" one of them demanded.
Leo's gaze shifted to the Uzukage.
He didn't speak immediately.
Instead, he glanced toward the wall inside the office.
The Shinigami masks had gone still.
But one of them…
Had cracked down the center.
Aemma raised an eyebrow slightly.
Sasami whispered, "That's dramatic."
Leo chuckled. Then he looked at Kazuma directly.
-Chuckle
"You prayed," Leo said evenly.
Kazuma's breath hitched. He had not told anyone.
"...."
Not even his guards.
"You asked for a miracle."
The Uzukage's eyes widened.
The guards hesitated, unsure whether to attack or not.
Leo took a step forward. Not threatening. Not aggressive. Just… present.
"I am Leo Morningstar," He said calmly. "King of Eldoria."
He glanced toward the sea horizon where hostile intentions brewed unseen.
"And you are about to be invaded."
The wind went still.
Kazuma swallowed.
-Gulp
"How…?"
Leo's red eyes gleamed faintly.
"The Mist moves. Others watch. You are still recovering from aiding Tobirama Senju in the First War."
That confirmed it. He knew too much.
Kazuma steadied himself.
"And what do you want?" he asked cautiously.
Leo tilted his head.
"Nothing you are unwilling to give."
Aemma stepped forward slightly, her presence graceful but heavy.
Sasami crouched and picked up a fragment of shattered terrace stone, examining it with interest.
Leo continued calmly.
"You stand at a crossroads, Uzukage Kazuma Uzumaki."
"Yes," he said his full name.
Kazuma's spine stiffened.
"I can leave," Leo added casually. "And allow history to unfold."
His gaze shifted toward the dark sea.
"Or…"
He looked back at Kazuma.
"I can ensure no village dares touch Uzushiogakure again."
The guards shifted uneasily.
The air itself felt thicker.
Kazuma studied the man before him. Not arrogance. Not desperation. Certainty.
"Why?" Kazuma asked finally.
Leo's lips curved faintly.
"Because this world amuses me."
Sasami snorted softly.
-Snort
Aemma rolled her eyes in quiet affection.
Leo continued.
"And because your clan's sealing techniques interest me."
Honest. Blunt. No deception.
Kazuma exhaled slowly.
The Shinigami masks behind him creaked again softly.
Not violently. But as if acknowledging something.
"What would you require in exchange?" Kazuma asked carefully.
Leo's answer came without hesitation.
"Alliance."
The word settled heavily. Not subjugation. Not conquest. Alliance.
"You keep your identity," Leo said calmly. "Your leadership. Your traditions."
He stepped closer.
"In return, Uzushiogakure stands under my protection."
The sea roared louder outside.
As if testing the offer.
Far beyond the horizon, Mist scouts continued creeping closer, unaware that the sky itself had just shifted.
Kazuma looked at the cracked Shinigami mask.
Then at the golden-scorched terrace.
Then at Leo.
A miracle had been requested.
And something had answered.
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