Konoha, Autumn of 1938.
This year's autumn was unusually cold, yet for the Hidden Leaf Village, it was the hottest season imaginable.
Because the ninja world had completely changed.
As the final battle in the Land of the Moon reached its climax, and the anti-Konoha ninja coalition was utterly annihilated, news spread like wildfire across the world—Uchiha Tobirama had overthrown the Sage of Six Paths.
After a brief, stunned silence, the entire ninja world plunged into despair.
It collapsed.
In the face of such overwhelming power, national dignity became nothing more than a joke.
Any thought of resistance vanished overnight.
All that remained was boundless fear—and a frantic rush to kneel and surrender.
…
Konoha Hidden Village, main gate.
This was no longer the familiar, modest village entrance. It had been transformed into a towering triumphal arch, hundreds of meters tall.
At this moment, the crowd outside stretched endlessly, like a coiling dragon.
This was an unprecedented surrender ceremony.
"The new daimyo of the Land of Lightning, along with Kumogakure's acting Raikage—formerly the Fourth Raikage's personal guard—presents the complete territorial map of the Land of Lightning and the key to the national treasury!"
A tall, burly man knelt trembling before Konoha's gates, holding the surrender documents high above his head, not daring to look up.
"Your Majesty, we beg for mercy! We are willing to serve as slaves for eternity—only spare our lives!"
The Fourth Raikage was dead.
The Third Raikage had long since been captured by Konoha.
The Eight-Tails had been reclaimed.
Kumogakure, its backbone shattered, no longer dared to bare its fangs.
"Representative of the Land of Earth! We offer all of Iwagakure's forbidden scrolls and complete Dust Release Bloodline Limit research data! Please incorporate them into the Empire!"
"Representative of the Land of Water—"
Once-mighty superpowers now knelt like criminals awaiting judgment, crushed into the dust.
As for the dozens of small nations—Grass, Waterfall, Hot Springs, and others—they did not even qualify to submit individual surrender documents. Their representatives were forced to huddle together, anxiously waiting for Konoha's clerks to call their numbers.
"Next."
The Konoha ninja responsible for registration did not even bother to glance at the once-glorious names, his voice cold and indifferent.
This was what absolute power brought.
Total domination.
…
Hokage Tower, top-floor imperial office.
Uchiha Tobirama reclined lazily on a massive leather throne, slowly swirling a glass of crimson wine in his hand.
Beside him were the spoils of war he had personally taken days earlier.
Nii Yugito, dressed in a specially tailored maid outfit, gently massaged his shoulders. The fierce wildness she once possessed had been ground away by the despair of that war, leaving only docile obedience.
Kurotsuchi knelt at his feet, cheeks flushed as she carefully peeled grapes for him. Her movements were clumsy, yet she dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
That once-proud and defiant woman had learned how to please him.
"Hokage-sama, this is today's statistical report."
Nara Shikaku entered, carrying a thick stack of documents.
The sharpest mind in the ninja world wore an expression of deep awe—along with exhaustion he could not fully hide.
"After half a month of integration," he reported,
"the military forces of the Lands of Lightning, Earth, and Water have all been disarmed and reorganized into imperial labor camps and auxiliary regiments."
"The administrative systems of the major nations have also been fully taken over by our personnel."
"As for the smaller countries…" Shikaku gave a bitter smile. "They're eager to tear down their own national signs and replace them with Konoha's banner."
"Effectively speaking, the ninja world has been unified."
Tobirama took a sip of wine and nodded faintly.
"Acceptable efficiency."
He glanced at Shikaku.
"But judging by your tone, there's a 'however,' isn't there?"
Shikaku stiffened, inwardly admiring the man's perception. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled a crimson scroll from the bottom of the pile.
"Yes, Hokage-sama."
"Although ninety-nine percent have already surrendered…"
"This morning, the forces sent to take over reported an anomaly."
"There is one country that refused our authority—and even expelled our envoys."
"Oh?"
Tobirama raised an eyebrow and set down his glass, interest flickering in his eyes.
At this stage, when even the Sage of Six Paths had fallen by his hand, there were still people bold enough to resist?
Were they tired of living—or did they truly believe they had some hidden trump card?
"Which country?" Tobirama asked calmly.
"It lies across the sea," Shikaku replied. "Fushiko Country—home of Nadeshiko Village."
"Fushiko Country?"
Tobirama's memories stirred.
A village composed entirely of women.
A strange place where challengers were defeated—or forced into marriage.
"Details," Tobirama said, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk.
Shikaku responded immediately. "Fushiko Country follows a matriarchal system. Their village consists entirely of female ninjas."
"During the war of unification, they declared absolute neutrality, sealed their borders, and sent no troops—offering no aid to either side."
"When our people moved to take control, their leader claimed that Fushiko Country had never opposed Konoha, nor participated in the war, and therefore wished to remain independent and neutral—refusing imperial rule."
"Heh."
Tobirama laughed softly, amusement in his eyes.
"Neutrality?"
"In this world, whoever I choose to strike must fall. Whoever I command to kneel must kneel."
"And someone wants to talk to me about neutrality?"
"How naïve."
Shikaku wiped cold sweat from his brow. "My lord, their leader is reportedly very aggressive. Should we dispatch Lord Madara or Orochimaru's mechanized forces to erase them?"
In his view, the simplest solution was total annihilation.
"No."
Tobirama waved his hand and rose to his feet. The black divine robe moved as if stirred by an unseen wind.
"A direct sweep would be boring."
"That's an all-female country."
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at bustling Konoha. A smile curved his lips—the kind every man understood.
If he remembered correctly, Nadeshiko Village followed an old tradition:
Any woman wishing to marry must challenge a strong man.
If she won—she killed him.
If she lost—she married him and took him as her husband.
"Searching for strength?"
"In this ninja world, is there anyone stronger than me?"
Tobirama turned back to Shikaku.
"Tell Ban to continue taking over the remaining countries. This matter doesn't concern him."
"As for Fushiko Country—"
"I will handle it personally."
"In person?"
Shikaku paused, then glanced at Yugito and Kurotsuchi kneeling nearby and instantly understood.
So that side of the Hokage had resurfaced.
Indeed, a mysterious village filled entirely with female ninjas would be irresistible.
"Hokage-sama… do you require guards?" Shikaku asked cautiously.
"Unnecessary."
Tobirama adjusted his collar, his eyes gleaming with predatory excitement.
"Do I need guards to deal with a group of women?"
"And if I can't handle them, guards would be useless anyway."
He glanced at Yugito. "Prepare plenty of new maid outfits. Every size."
"When I return this time, my household will grow again."
Yugito trembled, the grapes slipping from her hands. She hurriedly lowered her head.
"Yes… Master."
…
Half an hour later.
Above Konoha, space distorted briefly.
Tobirama vanished.
For him, crossing from Konoha to Fushiko Country would take no more than a year.
"The leader of Nadeshiko Village…" he muttered within the void. "Shizuka, was it?"
"Or perhaps her predecessor?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Anyone who dares refuse surrender must be prepared to pay the price."
…
Fushiko Country, canyon entrance.
The village was built deep within a massive canyon, blessed with beautiful scenery and spring-like weather year-round.
Now, the entrance was heavily guarded.
Hundreds of female ninjas, clad in unique combat uniforms, gripped their naginatas tightly, eyes fixed forward.
"Chief… are we really refusing Konoha?" a young kunoichi asked anxiously.
"I heard Uchiha Tobirama is a ruthless devil who even killed the Sage of Six Paths…"
At the front stood a tall, strikingly beautiful, mature woman—Shizuka's master.
She held a long blade, her gaze resolute, though deep worry lingered beneath the surface.
"The ancestral creed of Fushiko Country is clear," she said firmly.
"We submit to no strong ruler—only to the man who defeats us."
"If we surrender without resistance and are absorbed into Konoha, where will the pride of the Nadeshiko clan go?"
She clenched her teeth.
"And if that tyrant truly comes… even if it costs us our lives, we will make him understand that the women of Fushiko Country are not merely ornaments!"
The instant her words fell—
Buzz!
An overwhelming pressure descended upon the canyon without warning.
The clouds collapsed.
The sky seemed to freeze.
Knees buckled.
Weapons clattered to the ground.
Even breathing became difficult.
From the heavens, a cold, domineering voice thundered:
"You can't even withstand my aura, yet you dare refuse surrender?"
"Since you seek strength—"
"I'll show you what an insurmountable mountain truly is."
Whoosh!
A dark figure fell like a meteor, smashing down before the gates of Fushiko Country.
As the dust settled—
Uchiha Tobirama stood there, hands in his pockets, calmly surveying the pale-faced kunoichi before him.
"Fushiko Country."
"Your emperor has arrived."
"Are you ready to welcome me…?"
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