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The wind coiled through Uzushiogakure like a restless spirit.
Kazuma Uzumaki stood unmoving.
Alliance. Protection.
A king who fell from the sky in a pillar of gold.
"...."
It sounded like the beginning of a legend. Or the end of a nation.
His mind raced.
His father, Ashina Uzumaki, had once shaken hands with the Senju.
That alliance had been forged in respect, not fear.
It had endured through Hashirama's warmth… and begun to fracture after Tobirama's colder rule.
Konoha had grown distant.
Suspicious. Helpful in words. Absent in action.
Now the Mist sharpened its blades.
Other villages sniffed at Uzushiogakure like wolves circling a wounded leviathan.
And today…
A miracle answered. Or a monster.
Kazuma's thoughts fractured when a small voice cut through the tension.
"Otō-sama!"
He turned sharply.
His daughter stood at the doorway, clutching her mother's hand.
Bright red hair like a living flame.
Wide violet eyes filled with confusion and worry.
Kushina Uzumaki.
Beside her stood his wife, Akari Uzumaki, protective instinct written across her face as she tried gently to pull Kushina back from the scene.
"...."
"...."
"...."
For a moment—Kazuma felt it.
The crushing weight.
The world narrowing. Allies distant. Enemies near.
His village still healing.
His daughter too young to understand war.
It felt like abandonment.
Like standing alone at the edge of a whirlpool.
His gaze drifted back to the Shinigami masks.
One of them was cracked.
But not shattered. Still standing. Still watching.
Kazuma inhaled deeply. Then exhaled.
"...."
When he turned back to Leo, the hesitation was gone. He bowed. Not as a defeated man.
But as a leader making a calculated leap.
"Lord Leo Morningstar," Kazuma said steadily,"Uzushiogakure accepts your proposal."
The guards stiffened in shock.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Akari's eyes widened hearing her husband's words.
Kushina blinked confused why her father was bowing to a another man.
While Kazuma continued choosing his words.
"We will serve under your protection as allies. Our clan, our village, and our future."
The wind calmed.
For just a heartbeat, the sea itself seemed to pause.
Leo smiled. Not triumph. Recognition.
Inside his mind—
The system chimed softly.
[-DING!!!]
[World Analysis is completed...]
[World unlocked: Shinobi World.]
[Reward granted: Become One with Nature and Chakra.]
Something shifted. It was subtle at first.
The air thickened. Then breathed.
Leo felt it. Chakra.
Not as foreign energy. Not as borrowed power. But as something native.
He inhaled—and nature inhaled back.
Then—
His vision changed.
Inside the dark of his mindscape, his three-tomoe Sharingan spun.
The tomoe elongated.
Merged. Shattered into a new pattern.
Mangekyō. Then stabilized without decay.
Eternal Mangekyō. The red bled into gold.
Tomoe multiplied.
Twelve of them rotating in precise symmetry.
A Rinnegan-like structure pulsed beneath it.
Then—Black. Pure. Endless.
A new ocular state. Dormant. Waiting.
[-DING!!!]
[System condition updated: Evolution requires contact with original dojutsu and advanced variants.]
Leo exhaled softly. He felt the world.
-Sigh
"...."
And the world felt him.
Another notification rippled through his consciousness.
[-DING!!!]
[Reward: World's Willingness.]
This shinobi world, long starved of a true overseeing force, had been infiltrated for centuries by parasitic divinities.
Minor gods. Hungry watchers. Manipulators.
The world itself disliked it.
And now—It leaned. Toward him.
A faint breeze circled Leo like a subtle acknowledgment.
Kazuma noticed. His guards noticed. Akari noticed.
Even Kushina tilted her head.
"Papa," she whispered softly,"he feels… big."
Leo's eyes returned to normal.
He stepped forward and extended his hand.
Kazuma straightened and clasped it.
-Clasp!!!
The handshake was firm.
Binding.
Invisible sealing lines briefly shimmered beneath their feet—Uzushiogakure's natural affinity responding instinctively.
Sasami clapped softly.
Aemma watched the Uzumaki sealing architecture with growing interest.
Leo glanced toward the sea horizon.
Mist scouts. Watching. Calculating. He smiled faintly.
"They will test you soon," Leo said calmly.
Kazuma nodded hearing Leo's warning.
"We are prepared to fight."
Leo shook his head lightly.
"No."
He looked at the village.
At Kushina. At the cracked Shinigami mask.
"You are prepared to survive."
The distinction settled heavily.
Leo turned slightly.
"From today onward," he said evenly, "Uzushiogakure stands under Eldoria's protection."
The air vibrated faintly.
And for the first time in many years—Uzushiogakure was no longer alone.
Kirigakure....
The Village Hidden in the Mist did not breathe like other lands.
It exhaled tension.
Mizukage's office...
Inside the Mizukage's office, the air was thick with damp salt and sharper ambition.
The Third Mizukage stood before a large map of the eastern seas.
Red markings circled one name again and again:
Uzushiogakure.
Around him, his commanders argued like blades scraping against each other.
"They are still recovering from the First War. Their elite are wounded. Their sealing corps is diminished. If we strike now, we erase them."
One shinobi stepped forward, voice cold.
"Our jinchūriki is ready."
Silence followed that statement.
Because that word carried weight.
A weapon that walked.
A storm contained in human skin.
The Mizukage folded his hands behind his back.
"And the Cloud?" he asked.
"They promise support," one adviser replied. "If we show dominance."
"And Iwagakure?"
"Same terms."
The Mizukage's lips curled faintly.
Vultures.
They wanted Uzushi's corpse—but only if Mist did the killing.
"Konoha?" he asked last.
The room grew quiet.
"They remain… silent."
Silence.
That was worse than opposition.
The Mizukage turned toward the window. Outside, the sea churned beneath heavy fog.
"Silence means calculation," he muttered. "The Senju ties still linger in Uzushi blood."
One commander slammed his fist lightly against the table.
"If Konoha wished to protect them, they would have acted already!"
"Or," another countered, "they wait to see who wins."
The Mizukage allowed the debate to simmer before raising his hand. Enough.
"We strike in three waves."
He tapped the map.
"First wave: infiltration. Destroy their outer barrier seals."
"Second wave: coastal bombardment."
"Third wave…" his eyes darkened, "…jinchūriki deployment."
The room tensed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Mist feared its own weapon.
"If the Uzumaki blood as rumors suggest," one adviser said carefully, "we must secure their line before Konoha claims it."
The Mizukage nodded slowly.
-Nod
"Yes."
This was not only conquest. It was resource acquisition.
Uzumaki vitality. Sealing mastery. Potential jinchūriki vessels.
The Mist was not cruel for sport. It was efficient.
"Prepare the fleet," the Mizukage ordered.
"We move within two weeks."
A shadowed figure in the corner finally spoke.
"What if something interferes?"
The Mizukage did not turn.
"Uzushiogakure is weakened. No one will interfere. If no for Konaha."
Uzushiogakure...
In Uzushiogakure, Leo stood at the cliffside overlooking the waters.
His golden-black eyes traced the horizon.
He did not need scouts.
He felt it. Intent. Movement. Greed.
He smiled slightly.
"They are coming."
Sasami folded her arms.
"Mist?"
Leo nodded hearing Sasami's guess.
Aemma tilted her head.
"Do we intervene immediately?"
Leo looked toward the village below—children running, elders repairing, seals being re-etched into stone.
"No."
His voice was calm.
"Let them come."
The wind shifted.
This world had villages who believed power meant devouring the weak.
Leo's eyes shimmered faintly.
Black irises swallowing light and turn back to his normal red eyes.
"But this time," he murmured, "the prey has already chosen a predator."
Konoha...
Hokage's office...
The Hokage's office smelled of parchment… and smoke.
Behind the wide desk sat Hiruzen Sarutobi, pipe resting between his fingers, eyes half-lidded as if the world's problems were merely drifting clouds.
They were not.
Across from him stood Danzo Shimura, stiff as a spear.
"We move now," Danzo insisted. "Uzushiogakure is weakened. Their sealing arts alone are worth war."
One of Hiruzen's advisors nodded subtly.
-Nod
"Cloud and Mist are circling. If we remain passive, we lose influence."
Hiruzen exhaled smoke slowly.
"You speak as if they are enemies."
Danzo's eye sharpened.
"...."
"They are not allies of Konoha. They are allies of the Senju."
The room tightened. That word mattered.
Senju.
Even though the village was founded by them, politics had shifted like sand after the First War. Influence fractured. Loyalties blurred.
Hiruzen tapped ash into a tray.
"You suggest we betray them?"
Danzo did not blink.
"I suggest we ensure Konoha benefits."
Before Hiruzen could answer, the air flickered.
An ANBU dropped to one knee.
"Hokage-sama."
A sealed letter was presented.
The seal bore the insignia of the Fire Daimyō.
Hiruzen's brows dipped slightly.
He broke it. He read. And the warmth left his face.
Silence settled like snowfall.
"...."
Danzo watched carefully.
"Well?"
Hiruzen folded the parchment slowly.
"The Daimyō has warned," he said evenly, "that any deployment of significant forces to Uzushiogakure will result in budget reductions and suspension of war funds."
The room went still.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Money. No village functioned without it.
No missions, no weapons procurement, no shinobi salaries.
Danzo's lips curved faintly.
"The Fire Court grows… practical."
Hiruzen did not look at him.
He was thinking of Mito Uzumaki.
Of Tsunade. Of the bond between Uzumaki and Senju written in blood and war.
He had planned to send a small squad.
Hatake Sakumo. Tsunade.
Just enough to assist without declaring allegiance.
But now? If he did, it would be defiance against the Fire Daimyō himself.
And that would fracture Konoha internally.
A war outside. And political collapse within.
Hiruzen closed his eyes briefly.
"Officially," he said at last, voice calm as a monk reciting sutra,
"Konoha will not intervene."
Danzo nodded once.
-Nod
"...."
A decision made.
But Hiruzen's mind was not still.
Uzushiogakure would fall without help.
Everyone knew it.
And yet—There was something else nagging at him.
Reports. Strange ones.
Fog behaving unnaturally near Uzushi waters. Scouts going missing.
Whispers of a golden light seen on their coast days ago.
Hiruzen's fingers tightened around his pipe.
"What are you thinking?" one advisor asked.
He looked toward the village window.
Children running across rooftops.
Laughter in the training fields.
If Konoha intervened and failed, the Fire Nation would bleed.
If they did nothing and Uzushi fell, history would remember their silence.
Uzushiogakure...
The sea beyond Uzushiogakure churned.
Mist-ships cut through the waves in disciplined formation, silent and predatory.
The banners of Kirigakure fluttered in damp wind, their shinobi standing ready on decks like knives waiting to fall.
Scouts rushed into the Uzukage tower.
"They're here! Full fleet! Multiple jonin-level signatures!"
Kazuma's jaw tightened.
"...."
Then—
Leo stepped forward.
Calm. Almost bored.
Aemma stood at his left, crimson eyes observing like a queen surveying chess pieces.
Sasami leaned slightly forward, curiosity gleaming.
Kazuma swallowed.
-Gulp
"This is the first wave," he said. "They'll test our perimeter."
Leo tilted his head.
"No need to test them back."
He closed his eyes.
"System. Summon Ghidorah."
The air shifted.
The temperature dropped.
Clouds spiraled unnaturally fast as if the sky had become a whirlpool.
Lightning crawled sideways instead of downward.
The sky split.
And from it descended a colossal three-headed golden dragon, wings blotting out half the horizon.
Ghidorah entered the shinobi world.
Its presence pressed down like gravity itself had gained weight.
Uzumaki shinobi staggered instinctively.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Kazuma felt his knees threaten betrayal.
"This…" one elder whispered, "…feels like a tailed beast."
No.
It felt worse.
The sea answered the monster's arrival. Waves rose violently, pulled toward the creature like iron filings toward a magnet.
On the Kirigakure fleet—
Shinobi froze mid-hand seal.
"What—"
Lightning flashed from Ghidorah's wings, illuminating three massive serpentine heads turning toward the ships.
Leo's voice carried softly.
"Destroy the attackers."
The middle head roared.
-ROOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!
A sound that bent the air itself.
Gravity beams gathered in its jaws, golden energy spiraling from belly to throat to mouth.
Kazuma and the Uzumaki watched as the beam fired.
It didn't strike one ship.
It passed through three.
Wood, iron, chakra barriers—evaporated.
The sea beneath boiled.
The second head swept a lateral beam across the formation.
Explosions erupted in sequence like fireworks of annihilation.
The third head snapped downward, releasing crackling lightning that chained from vessel to vessel.
The fleet broke apart in less than half a minute.
Some shinobi attempted to leap onto water.
Ghidorah's shadow passed over them.
The pressure alone forced them under.
No prolonged battle.
No heroic last stand.
Just overwhelming dominance.
When it ended, only burning debris floated on a blackened ocean.
Silence followed.
Only the hiss of steam and distant thunder.
Ghidorah hovered briefly, three heads scanning for further threats.
"...."
Leo nodded once.
-Nod
"Return."
The colossal dragon dissolved into stormlight and vanished back into system space.
The sky cleared slowly.
Sunlight filtered through like nothing had happened.
Kazuma exhaled shakily.
The Uzumaki shinobi stared at Leo with a mixture of awe and existential crisis.
"...."
"...."
"...."
One young shinobi whispered.
"If that exists… what are the tailed beasts to him?"
Leo turned casually.
"A distraction," he replied.
Aemma smiled faintly at Kazuma.
"Consider this a demonstration," she said smoothly. "Uzushiogakure is no longer prey."
Sasami glanced toward the horizon, amused.
"They'll think twice before knocking again."
Far away—
In Kirigakure—
Surviving scouts who had stayed behind would soon report that their fleet vanished in a storm shaped like a three-headed god.
And in Konoha…
Rumors would begin.
Not of a hidden village's fall.
But of something else rising from the sky.
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