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Spring came, and autumn went; in the blink of an eye, three years had passed since Qin Yi and his followers arrived in the Naruto World.
On this day, a sudden explosion shattered the calm of Qin Forest on the outskirts of the Nation of Qin.
A massive cloud of dust billowed into the air as trees cracked and toppled, drawing the attention of the Shinobi stationed nearby.
"His Majesty is testing Ninjutsu again. The power this time... it's even stronger than before."
"QinKage Sama grows more formidable by the day. With strength like that, he might already rival the legendary Shinobi God, Senju Hashirama."
"Rival? I'd say he's surpassed him."
The Shinobi exchanged remarks, their expressions a mixture of awe and admiration.
In the past three years, the Nation of Qin had undergone astounding growth. By the end of the first year, they had already established a successful network of external missions. Over the following two years, their task completion rate and the sheer number of commissions placed them on par with the major Shinobi nations.
Naturally, this meteoric rise stirred conflict. The Nation of Qin's rivalry with the Nation of Water had become particularly fierce. Yet, in every confrontation, Qin Yi's forces maintained the upper hand.
The First Mizukage protested repeatedly, expressing his growing dissatisfaction. But Qin Yi? He remained unmoved.
As the Shinobi continued their discussion, a figure emerged, drifting effortlessly through the air. The moment they recognized him, their demeanor shifted. Respectful bows followed.
"Your Majesty!"
"QinKage Sama!"
Qin Yi, clad in his QinKage robes, carried an undeniable air of majesty. Behind him, six black orbs, the size of pigeon eggs, orbited in a slow, deliberate motion. The Gudōdama— Truth-Seeking Balls— added a divine quality to his presence.
To witness him now was to witness a Spiritual God incarnate.
In just three years, Qin Yi had transformed from an unknown wanderer into a true force to be reckoned with. Mastering techniques like Mokuton (Wood Release), Instant Slash, and even the revered Gudōdama, he had pushed his strength to unimaginable heights. Some might argue he already stood equal to Senju Hashirama— if not beyond him.
Yet, the world outside remained unaware of his full power.
"Continue training diligently," Qin Yi's voice rang out, calm but commanding. "Do not grow complacent."
A pause followed, then came words that sent a chill through the gathered Shinobi.
"War will come soon."
Their eyes hardened with resolve. No one questioned him. Only a chorus of unwavering determination echoed in response.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The people of the Nation of Qin were acutely aware of their nation's uniqueness. They understood that its strength stemmed from its prosperity. With this foundation, it was only a matter of time before they waged war against the outside world. But did His Majesty's words today mean that another conflict was on the horizon?
Would this mark yet another expansion for the Nation of Qin?
After addressing the Shinobi, Qin Yi soared through the sky, swiftly returning to the village.
"Gandalf."
In the QinKage office, Gandalf sat hunched over the desk, reviewing a stack of documents. At the sound of Qin Yi's voice, the old man shook his head with a sigh before turning to face him.
"Your Majesty, you've been neglecting your duties. Look at this pile of reports. It never ends."
Qin Yi laughed heartily. "Compared to what we are about to undertake, these papers are insignificant."
"Oh?" Gandalf's sharp gaze narrowed. "Does this mean Your Majesty has succeeded? Are we ready to proceed with the plan?"
"Indeed. My strength has grown to the necessary level. Once the plan is set in motion, the true power of the King's Strength will finally be unleashed."
"Then, starting today, we begin."
Qin Yi's voice was resolute, his decision unwavering.
"Which nation shall we target first?" Gandalf's tone turned serious.
Having spent years in this world, Gandalf understood the sheer might of the Five Great Nations. Unlike the smaller states they had previously dealt with, these superpowers were on an entirely different scale— their Shinobi numbers alone were vast, and they harbored countless experts. A misstep could lead to devastating consequences.
This was why they had waited patiently, building their strength in silence.
Even when Qin Yi had become the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki and advanced his Instant Slash technique to the second stage, creating pseudo-Gudōdama (Truth-Seeking Balls), it still wasn't enough.
But now? Now they finally had a chance.
"Naturally, our first target will be the Nation of Water. It's the closest to us," Qin Yi declared, a dark grin creeping across his face. His ambition was unmistakable.
The Nation of Water, with its expansive territory and significant population, dwarfed the Nation of Qin. Even if one counted the entirety of King's World, they would still pale in comparison.
But if they could conquer the Nation of Water, everything would change.
The King's Way plan could be set into motion, and the merger of the two worlds would unleash unimaginable transformations. When that moment came, Qin Yi's reach would extend even further.
And with it, the door to yet another world would open.
And this time, Qin Yi had the power to choose for himself.
"The Nation of Water! It's the closest to us, and its isolated geographical position makes it an ideal target."
"Besides, the tensions between us have been escalating recently."
Gandalf nodded thoughtfully.
Conflicts between nations were inevitable; their fundamental differences made peace little more than a temporary illusion.
"Before that, we need to call someone back," Qin Yi said suddenly.
"Who?" Gandalf asked, visibly intrigued.
"Madara."
"After three years, I believe he's had enough entertainment out there."
A faint smile curved Qin Yi's lips.
Three days later, a figure clad in dark armor, his long black hair flowing down to his waist, approached the borders of the Nation of Qin.
There was no attempt at stealth; his presence was deliberate and impossible to ignore. The Shinobi guarding the outskirts of Qin Forest immediately sprang into action, their senses on high alert.
"Who goes there?" one of them called out.
A red-haired Shinobi from the Uzumaki Clan stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the stranger. The oppressive aura radiating from the man sent chills down his spine. He felt as though he was facing not a person but a monstrous force of nature.
The dark-haired figure paused, his expression unchanging.
"The QinKage has summoned me. Do you dare stand in my way, child?"
His voice was calm, yet the weight behind his words struck like a tidal wave. Sweat beaded on the Uzumaki's forehead as his composure faltered.
"Wait! This is Madara-san!"
Just then, another Shinobi hurried onto the scene, his face filled with urgency.
"Madara-san, please forgive him. He wasn't here when you left."
The newcomer offered a respectful bow.
Uchiha Madara's cold gaze swept over them before he resumed walking. He didn't quicken his pace, yet with each step, he seemed to fade from view, leaving the guards speechless.
"Madara-san? Could that really be the legendary one?"
The Uzumaki Shinobi's voice trembled as he recalled the terrifying stories he'd once dismissed as mere myths.
"Of course it's him. Don't look so astonished. Madara-san has long been one of us."
The other Shinobi's eyes gleamed with a strange intensity.
"And now that His Majesty has called him back, something monumental is about to happen."
(End of Chapter)