This World Only Needs a Single Royal Family to Be Enough!

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the hall seemed to explode.

"Lord Natsu Yin! Halloween! Uchiha! Victory!"

The first roar was squeezed out of the throat of one of the Night Owl Guard; the voice was rough and carried an uncontrollable ferocity.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, and the hundredth roars, a series of frenzied shouts that exploded from every corner of the formation, echoing repeatedly throughout the hall and causing the dark red carpets on either side of the throne to tremble slightly.

Those crimson Sharingan merged into one in the darkness, their rotating Tomoe patterns resembling a burning, blood-red starry sea, illuminating the entire hall with flickering light.

Some people raised their fists above their heads, some gripped the hilt of their knives and stomped their feet, and some tilted their heads back, their voices hoarse from shouting, yet their mouths remained open.

Eight years.

From a wretched wanderer forced to flee his homeland and eke out a living, to standing in the halls of Holy Land Mary Geoise today, having directly suppressed the strongest force on this sea, and ascended to the pinnacle.

Ban didn't shout.

He stood on the third step, arms crossed, looking down at the frenzied Night Owl Guard.

The corners of her mouth curved up again, this time with a slightly larger arc than before.

He glanced at Natsu.

Natsu stood before the throne, her pale purple robes billowing gently in the air currents of the hall, her face expressionless as she looked down.

Ban stared at him for a few moments, then looked away and returned his gaze to what lay ahead.

He didn't say anything.

Fugaku stood on the second step, head bowed, without saying a word.

His Mangekyō Sharingan spun quietly in its sockets, his gaze fixed on the stone steps beneath his feet.

His shoulders swayed slightly, as if he were exhaling or swallowing something.

Yaoyu's lips moved slightly.

He glanced sideways at the Yakumi.

Yakumi didn't look at him, but the corners of Yakumi's mouth were moving.

Neither brother spoke, but their posture relaxed slightly compared to before.

His shoulders dropped half an inch, and his fingers were no longer clenched so tightly.

The roars from inside the hall continued unabated.

The roars in the hall gradually subsided.

Natsu stood before the throne, waiting for the final echo to shatter against the wall.

He didn't rush to speak, his gaze sweeping over the upturned faces below one by one.

Those faces still bore the mark of their earlier fervor, their lips still curled up, but their eyes had quieted down, waiting for him to continue.

"Gentlemen," he began, his tone even, "The biggest obstacle is gone. Now, it's time to let this sea calm down."

He paused for a moment, raising his chin slightly.

"From now on, one royal family will suffice for this world."

No one answered in the hall. A moment of silence followed, then Natsu's voice rang out again, this time colder than before.

"It's time to clean up the scum on this sea."

The moment the words fell, hundreds of people knelt down simultaneously. Their knees slammed against the stone surface with a synchronized sound like muffled thunder. The gray-white uniforms were scattered on the ground, and their scarlet Sharingan were all raised from below, staring at the pale purple figure in front of the throne.

"We will obey Lord Natsu's orders!"

Natsu glanced at the Night Owl Guard kneeling below, her gaze suddenly drifting.

He thought of Konoha.

There weren't many people back then.

Fugaku gathered all the capable people together and counted them three times; there were twenty-three in total, including himself.

Yashiro, Tekka, Taoho, and Kei, four veterans, plus a dozen or so Jonin, and Natsu himself, that's all.

The night before they set off, a few people squeezed into an abandoned storage room on the outskirts of Konoha, lit half a candle, and meticulously outlined their mission.

Who will detonate the Explosive Tag? Who will launch a surprise attack on the Root Base? Who will secretly cross the Hokage Building?

Natsu remembers turning that piece of paper over and over again and looking at it several times.

It's not that I don't understand, it's that I can't believe it.

Twenty-three people, with three important tasks to accomplish.

Detonating the Explosive Tag requires people, launching a surprise attack on the Root Base requires people, and secretly crossing the Hokage Building requires people.

He calculated that each mission would require at least five people to barely make up the numbers, so five people would make fifteen, leaving eight people for support and retreat cover.

Just enough, not a single one extra.

That battle was very dangerous.

Natsu stood at the meeting point waiting for them, her palms sweating profusely.

At that moment, he only had one thought in his mind: Don't lose any people. Just don't lose any people.

The last person was not missing.

But everyone was injured.

Natsu watched them sneak back from the shadows one by one, only one thought crossed her mind: I can't do this again next time. Next time I need to have more people under my command, instead of using them up one by one like this.

He now stood before the Empty Throne, looking down at the Night Owl Guard kneeling on the ground.

More than three hundred people.

Starting at the Peak Kage Level.

More than thirty people with Mangekyo Sharingan abilities, each capable of standing on their own.

A Elder stood on the steps, each Complete Susanoo.

Fugaku stood on the second step, his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan quietly open, just one step away from the Six Paths Level.

Madara stood on the third floor, arms crossed, displaying the strength of Six Paths Level cultivator, having even opened the Kotoamatsukami.

This is only inside the palace.

Outside the hall, across the Four Blues, more than three thousand Nightingale Guard were sweeping up the remaining forces; all of them were at least Elite Jonin.

More than 10,000 Heavenly Star Guard are taking over the territory, Special Jonin.

There are also more than 10,000 Earthly Chief Guard stationed there to assist in maintaining order; the threshold for entry is Navy Major.

These people are scattered across the Four Blues, along the Grand Line, and in every newly cleared outpost.

Eight years.

Natsu withdrew her gaze, and her voice rang out calmly again.

"Yashiro. Tekka. Taoho. Begins."

Four people stepped out of the queue at the same time and stood in a row. Their gray and white uniforms looked particularly neat in the hall.

Yashiro is standing on the far left.

Tekka was beside him.

Taoho was third, and Qi stood on the far right. The two were standing very close together, much like when they were squatting in the Hokage Building back then, discussing the defense plan.

"You four, take Ten Night Owl Guard Squads, one hundred men," Natsu's voice was calm. "Target: Whole Cake Island. The Big Mom Pirates."

Yashiro raised his head slightly.

"Those willing to submit, give them the opportunity to join the Earthly Chief Guard." Natsu looked at him. "Those who refuse, don't keep them."

The Yashiro lowered his head again.

Tekka's lips twitched slightly upwards, a very shallow twitch, before he quickly pulled them back down.

Taoho and Qi didn't move; they stood ramrod straight, their expressions identical.

"Understood," all four responded simultaneously.