Reunion with Miko Miroku; The Man Who Allegedly Assassinated the God of Shinobi

Within the Land of Demons.

The once peaceful, tranquil streets were now patrolled by twice as many guards. Their armor gleamed brightly, spears in hand as their sharp eyes swept over every passing pedestrian.

A stifling tension hung in the air, like the calm before a storm. Even the cries of the street vendors sounded weak and listless. The citizens hurried along, their faces filled with confusion and a barely perceptible fear.

The Miko Palace, the spiritual and political heart of the Land of Demons, was even more heavily guarded.

Layers of barriers operated soundlessly. Spells hidden among the pillars and eaves glimmered faintly, while the guarding miko and warriors wore solemn expressions, as though facing a formidable enemy.

Yet all these stringent defenses were meaningless to Chiyo Uchiha, who already stood at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World.

Without causing the slightest disturbance or triggering a single warning barrier, he appeared outside the quiet chamber deep within the miko's sleeping quarters, as silently as a stroke of ink blending into the background.

The quiet chamber was dimly lit, with only a few eternal lamps in the corners casting soft, enduring halos of light.

Miko Miroku of the Land of Demons sat with her back to the door, kneeling before a low table covered by a huge star chart.

She wore solemn purple-and-white miko robes. Her jet-black hair cascaded to her waist like a waterfall, adorned with simple jade ornaments.

Yet from her slightly tense shoulders and her unmoving posture, as if she had been frozen in place for a long time, Chiyo could clearly sense the heaviness and exhaustion in her heart.

Perhaps she had heard the faint sound of the door opening, or perhaps she had sensed that unique presence already engraved into her soul. Miroku's shoulders trembled