Isshiki Loses His Composure

In the dead of night, in a wasteland near the edge of the ninja world's continent.

The space deep underground was as bright as day.

From floor to ceiling, everything exuded luxury.

On a high-end crimson sofa sat a monk in white robes, his fingernails painted black, elegantly savoring the red wine in his hand.

A black diamond-shaped mark stood out on his chin.

"Recently, many ninja villages across the ninja world have begun large-scale relocations..."

The late-night news report on the television made him furrow his brow slightly.

"Our station boldly speculates that this relocation may be related to the agreement reached earlier by the daimyō of various nations..."

After taking a small sip of wine, he set down his glass and leaned back against the soft, comfortable sofa.

"That despicable traitor has most likely been sealed away again..."

"How ironic. She was sealed by her own descendants both times..."

He slowly closed his eyes, as though pondering something.

Strangely enough, his chest did not rise or fall with breath.

"Breaking news! Our station has just received a joint statement from the daimyō of various nations..."

"Including the Five Great Nations, all twenty-one existing nations have recognized the legitimacy of the Land of Ninja..."

"Currently, our station is dispatching a large number of reporters to the ninja villages to uncover the truth."

The monk, who looked no different from a corpse, abruptly straightened on the sofa.

"Uchiha Shin should be the most suitable vessel for me..."

To stand against a nation filled entirely with ninja, a mere organization was not enough.

"Did he implant Karma into an ordinary human body?"

Opening his eyes, he instantly gripped black rods in both palms.

"The only ones who could reach my location without a sound are that traitor's useless son, or one