By evening, after dinner at the Hokage residence, Hikari Uchiha was still grumbling when a massive bed—large enough to take up half the room—was moved into Soren's bedroom.
"Perfect. A four-person bed, just as planned."
Kaori Minamoto clapped her hands in satisfaction. Her lips curved in a delicate smile that, to Hikari, looked exactly like a demon's.
"Line up properly and wait your turn," Kaori said sweetly. "Three years from now, then you can start thinking about those things."
Zhili Uchiha squeezed Hikari's soft cheeks, her tone vicious—but more like an older sister teaching a lesson.
"Unless you'd like to repeat what happened this morning."
"I know I was wrong… bossy…"
Hikari shrank her neck, muttering under her breath—but there wasn't a single person in the room whose hearing wasn't razor sharp.
Under the twin weight of their stares, she darted behind Soren and stuck her tongue out at the two of them.
"Alright, alright," Soren said. "We're a family. Don't fight over something that's just a matter of time."
The words had barely left his mouth before Zhili's expression shifted.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing.
"You just called our future child a thing?"
"…I'm sorry. I was wrong."
"Big brother really is useless sometimes," Hikari said dryly.
Soren shot her a look.
"You're the one who's in trouble tonight."
Hikari leaned up to his ear, whispering like a mischievous little devil.
"Big brother, if you can't live up to what you say… you wouldn't want certain things about your outside adventures getting out, right?"
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
He looked at her stiffly, and Hikari's Mangekyō flared for a moment. She tapped his chest lightly.
"It's fine if you can't keep up sometimes. But if the Eight-Thousand Spears mark disappears from you again… I can't promise what I might do."
Return my cute, obedient Hikari… whoever swapped her out, take this one back!
Soren groaned inwardly.
Then Zhili grabbed him by the arm.
"Enough scheming. Night's not getting any younger."
The evening's "family life" began.
Much later, deep into the night, Soren finally managed to coax all three women into a semblance of rest. Hikari clung to him like an octopus, muttering, "You're not allowed to leave."
Pinned, Soren sighed and raised one hand.
A crystal orb appeared—his learned version of the Great Toad Sage's Telescope Technique.
It was a powerful jutsu that used a crystal as a medium to observe distant scenes. Calling it a shinobi-world "far-sight" wasn't an exaggeration.
So long as he knew a target's chakra and nature, the crystal ball could track them, no matter the distance.
Combine that with space–time ninjutsu, and Soren could pull all kinds of tricks.
Not tonight, though.
After today's chaos, every part of his body was loudly protesting, from lower back to kidneys.
He sent simple goodnight messages to Uzumaki Minako and shrine maiden Momiji, then turned his attention through the crystal sphere toward the Far-Seas Fleet.
On the iron-clad carrier, Uchiha Rai sat in the captain's room, coordinating between the Three-Tails beneath the waves, Mist shinobi, and Sky Ninja Village operatives. On the deck below, several Flying Thunder God seals glowed blue as Konoha combat-nin poured through them in waves.
Since receiving word from the fleet, the Military Affairs Division had gone into overdrive, determined to secure the first foothold on the other continent and establish a permanent teleportation hub.
News of the "other continent" itself had shaken even Black Horn Domain.
Conflicts died down.
Every village leader now watched the horizon, waiting for more information.
If the campaign went smoothly, every major power would fix their eyes on this fat, new piece of meat.
Compared to the hungry wolves living beside you… distant strangers were always easier to devour.
And in this case, that was absolutely true.
Soren weighed the situation carefully.
The system's assessment of the other world's power levels—and his own memories—told him that, barring broken "world-class items," his current peak combat ability was a trump card.
Only two tiers were thin on his side:
Transcendents (80–100, comparable to Super Kage), and
Braves (50–79, strong Kage-tier).
Below that, however, the shinobi world had overwhelming advantage.
A full, all-out clash would mean a prolonged war of attrition to conquer the entire continent.
That was assuming the entire Overlord world and the guild Ainz Ooal Gown were treated as prime enemies.
If the target was only the Re-Estize Kingdom, even a mid-tier village like Iwagakure, under Sunset Rivers' command, could wipe out its main forces in seven days—five of those spent just on marching.
Humanity in that world was pitifully weak.
In some demi-human nations, humans existed only as slaves—or food.
Re-Estize's strongest warrior, Gazef Stronoff, equipped with the kingdom's national treasure weapon, barely scratched into the "Hero" tier. Whether he could defeat an elite jōnin was questionable.
And yet he was considered a living legend among mankind—one such individual born in millions.
A continent ruled by non-humans had essentially hard-locked human talent. Anyone who rose above the herd was either a half-blood or a once-in-many-millions anomaly.
And those outliers… barely counted as "human" at all.
They were mutations.
"Hokage-sama!"
Bored but not yet sleepy, Soren projected a Shadow Clone's consciousness through the crystal, letting it appear to the Far-Seas Fleet.
Uchiha Rai bowed as soon as the projection stabilized.
"Do what you need to do," Soren said. "Don't mind me. I'll scout the other continent."
He waved a hand and streaked upward, phasing through the fleet's sealing barrier.
Below him, the three carriers melted into the sea's shadow, indistinguishable from the water.
Twenty kilometers away shone the lights of E-Naeul, the bustling port city of the Re-Estize Kingdom.
Following Uchiha Naka's chakra signature, Soren warped straight into the midst of the city's garrison.
Nearly five hundred men—barely a handful worth calling "combat-capable" by shinobi standards. Many of the so-called "soldiers" wouldn't even make decent support staff in Konoha.
He lost interest quickly.
Not bothering to examine these barely-cannon-fodder locals, he shifted to where Uchiha Baru was working.
Baru's methods of infiltrating the nobility were simple—and brutally efficient.
Find a local noble.
Send in a Yamanaka to rip their memories apart.
Use Transformation Technique to replace them.
Because these natives lacked chakra entirely, standard genjutsu—designed to disrupt internal chakra flow—had almost no effect.
Uchiha illusion techniques were wasted here.
So they reverted to the "clumsy" but reliable method—disguise and replacement.
Activating Tenchang-Ritsuzun, Soren assessed the city.
Two hours. At most.
In that time, E-Naeul would be fully converted into a shinobi-world base.
No real difficulty.
Like a heavy tank rolling over jungle tribes.
Baru's work grew faster with every noble he replaced. Subtlety faded; he stopped even hiding his movements, heading directly toward the largest estate in the city—the luxurious castle belonging to Count Nair.
That castle did, Soren had to admit, give him a thought.
My current house is a bit small, isn't it? Might be time to upgrade… villa-sized at least.
Arms folded, lost in thought, Soren watched the battle inside the castle.
The only mildly interesting opponent was the count himself—a man with a receding hairline, white hair at the edges, but still in good health. He wielded an unopened Five-Colored Holy Sword, slashing at a jōnin.
Fire, lightning, acid, sonic vibration, and ice all roared from the strike in a single combo.
Impressive… for this world.
The jōnin simply dodged, then vanished and reappeared behind him, knocking the count unconscious in a single blow.
The rest of the "battle" was so one-sided that even Soren started to yawn.
Uchiha Naka was equally unimpressed. He sent word to the fleet:
Come in. E-Naeul is ready for occupation.
Two hours later, magic lamps flooded the count's castle with light.
Soren walked down a red carpet through the great hall, past walls decorated with oil paintings he could barely appreciate and bodies still warm where they had fallen.
He reached the main seat and sat.
The officers of the Far-Seas Fleet lined both sides of the hall, kneeling with heads bowed. At the foremost stood the Uchiha Trio.
"Hokage-sama," Uchiha Naka reported, "the port city of E-Naeul and the forces of Count Nair are fully under our control. Minor disturbances have been handled by ninja using transformation jutsu."
"The local Adventurers Guild is also in our hands."
"By sunrise, all surrounding towns and villages will be under complete control."
Naka and Baru finished their joint report.
Soren nodded.
"Extract all useful information from the minds of these nobles. Compile it and send it to Military Affairs so the shinobi world can build a basic understanding of this continent."
Uchiha Rai bowed in acknowledgment.
Soren gestured, and a large map of the Re-Estize Kingdom was brought forward and unrolled.
"The nobles and officers in Nair's memory described this kingdom as fertile and resource-rich. Mostly plains. Nine major cities including the capital, five mid-sized cities, and three primary fortress towns."
Rai's eyes gleamed with hunger as he tapped the map with his sheathed blade.
"Right now, we're here—north end of the kingdom, coastal, E-Naeul, bordering the Lind Sea."
"To the south lies a major city, Re-Bororol, territory of Marquis Bororol—one of the six most powerful nobles. Unlike this city, his domain fields about five thousand full-time soldiers. Allegedly, they can match the imperial knights of a neighboring country."
He raised an eyebrow.
"By our standards, their real combat ability is… questionable."
He slid the blade east.
"To our east is Re-Ulovar, governed by Count Ulovar. It's the kingdom's primary commercial and shipbuilding hub. Not far from there is a fortress once built to keep demi-humans and monsters from the nearby Angelsia Mountains at bay. These days it's fallen into complacent peace."
Rai chuckled.
"The kingdom uses conscription. In wartime, they drag male commoners into service as militia. Outside of royal and noble personal troops, the bulk of their forces are untrained peasants with low morale and poor equipment. Aside from sheer numbers, there's nothing worth noting."
"And this kingdom looks down on magic—a power very similar to how we use ninjutsu."
"Our enemies, practically speaking, are like taijutsu-only ninja. Against our Transformation Technique and clone jutsu, they have almost no ability to see through deception."
Rai's tone turned serious again.
"Therefore, the Far-Seas Fleet requests permission to take both Re-Bororol and Re-Ulovar."
Soren looked at the map and smiled faintly.
"You can do as you like—though your ambitions are a little small."
His gaze swept across the entire Re-Estize Kingdom. It lay in the northwest of the continent, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with two coasts—a naturally defensible cradle for development.
He clenched his hand in the air, fingers closing over the map.
"Report to Military Affairs: within seven days, before any neighboring nation fully grasps what's happening, I want a complete annexation plan for the entire kingdom."
"I will be waiting for you in the eastern fortress city E-Rantel—the one that borders two other nations."
"There, we will build the New Konoha—and, in time, the new capital of the shinobi world."
"Konoha's new era begins here."
"By your command, Hokage-sama!"
Konoha, Mist, and Sky Ninja alike dropped to one knee. Only after Soren's figure vanished did they rise, diving into the most intense mobilization of their lives.
"Magic, martial techniques… and my own power."
Soren appeared atop the highest watchtower of E-Naeul's wall, Five-Colored Holy Sword in hand, gazing out over the now-silent city.
He infused the blade with his power, curious.
Crack.
The sword glowed for a heartbeat—then went dark.
Hairline fractures webbed out from the core to the edge. A breeze passed by, and the weapon disintegrated like cheap glass, leaving only the hilt resting in Soren's fingers.
He turned it over once, expression calm.
So much for mystical national treasures.
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