How the Army forces would withdraw next, how the Shinobi World Allied Forces would return to their respective villages, and the many complicated matters afterward—restoring order, accession talks, establishing ninja academies, and so on—were no longer Imu's concern.
Imu only needed to know that the Shinobi World had been completely conquered by the World Government.
Next, he would extract the last remaining value from this world.
Did they think they would be fine just because they stood by and watched?
How naïve!
It seemed everyone had forgotten about them, but Imu, as a transmigrator, would not.
Mount Myōboku.
A small world attached to the Shinobi World, or perhaps an alternate space.
Though the sky here was mainly blue, it was also noticeably tinged with green and yellow.
The drifting clouds looked normally white, yet carried a faint blush of pink.
The rivers flowing across the ground were yellow.
Along the banks grew countless colorful mushrooms taller and thicker than trees, while enormous insects occasionally darted out into view.
In the distance stood majestic mountain peaks that pierced the heavens, rising and falling in an endless range.
The entire world seemed filled with fantastical colors, like a fairyland often described in stories.
Yet this tranquil and peaceful atmosphere
was shattered as a yellow-green door of air silently opened in the sky.
A Giant warrior over twenty meters tall leaped out from within. He wore golden armor streaked with blood-red patterns, carried a massive golden sword at his right hip, and had a round golden shield hanging from his left arm. His white cape snapped wildly in the gale behind him.
"Be careful on the way, Brother Dorry. I'm taking Brother Brogy and Kashi to Ryūchi Cave and Shikkotsu Forest. I'll come pick you up within two hours at the latest!"
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