"Telescope Itachi is way more devious than Homecoming Minato!"
"Wrong! Intel Jiraiya is the true god!"
"You're all just blindly praising them! My high-IQ Kaguya can crush every last one of you—"
A new day, early morning.
Hiroki slowly opened his eyes. The familiar ceiling of his room came into view.
This was not Earth.
This was the Shinobi World.
Hiroki no longer remembered when he had fallen asleep.
Perhaps it was after his mind had completely relaxed during his conversation with Kushina, and he had drifted off without realizing it.
Then, he dreamed of the debates from before his transmigration about the Shinobi World's T0 tier.
Homecoming Minato, Telescope Itachi, Healthy Itachi, Intel Jiraiya, High-IQ Kaguya—
But no matter what, this was still the soundest and deepest sleep he had had since arriving in this world.
He did not need to worry about enemies, sudden incidents, or growing stronger.
He was already the strongest in the current Shinobi World, and no one would be able to stop him from continuing to grow stronger.
Hiroki slowly sat up.
The plentiful sleep made every cell in his body feel as though it had been cleansed, filled with an unprecedented lightness and comfort.
—Like the refreshing feeling of stepping outside after a massage, a sauna, and a hot bath.
The exhaustion brought by war, the burden caused by the mental connection, the tension of confronting Madara—
All of it vanished into thin air during that night's sleep.
He stretched his body, and his bones let out faint, pleasant crackling sounds.
On the table, two purple Rinnegan lay quietly in a culture dish.
Everything seemed to remind him that yesterday's earth-shattering battle had not been a dream.
He had won.
He had defeated Madara.
Come to think of it, he had not really