Farewell to the Hidden Leaf Village

The system countdown had begun. The translucent hourglass in the upper-right corner of the interface silently continued to drain.

Chenshu Senju closed the panel, rose from his lounge chair, and headed straight for the private vault beneath the manor. Since he had decided to leave, he had to properly settle this household's assets before he went.

On the second underground level of Senju Manor, the air carried a faint, dry scent of lime. The wall lamps along both sides of the corridor sensed his footsteps and lit up one after another.

When he reached the heavy sealed iron door at the end, he did not form any hand seals. He simply pressed his hand against the formation core at the center of the wall.

With a low sound of mechanical gears grinding together, the steel door—strong enough to withstand a Tailed Beast Bomb—slowly slid apart. The noise it made resembled an old, rusted bellows.

He entered the empty storeroom, opened the system's spatial warehouse, and selected Empty All.

A blinding flash of white light erupted, and countless wooden crates of varying sizes, sealing scrolls, and precious metals instantly fell from midair, striking the floor with dull thuds.

Gold bricks clattered against all manner of top-grade ninja tools, piling into a small mountain inside the several-hundred-square-meter basement.

He casually picked up a chakra-conducting frying pan and tossed it aside, quietly remarking that it would be more suitable for the village cafeteria. There was nowhere to cook in the new plane anyway.

Just as he dusted off his hands, hurried footsteps sounded outside the corridor.

Tsunade, dressed in her green gambler's coat, pushed open the half-closed vault door and entered. Her gaze immediately landed on the mountain of gold that nearly reached the ceiling.

"Did you raid some daimyo's treasury?" Tsunade froze