The Floating City, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The Kage of the Five Great Nations and their elite jonin had gathered here, waiting to be summoned by someone in the inner chamber.
Raikage A folded his arms across his chest, his face etched with anger and resentment. "Hmph! Making us wait this long-he certainly thinks highly of himself!"
Hearing their leader grumble, the Kumogakure shinobi behind him trembled with apprehension. After all, they were deep in the other party's territory.
The Heroic Spirit Emiya, standing guard nearby, gave him an indifferent glance before looking away without a word.
Seeing Emiya's cold glance and Raikage A's continued disregard for his surroundings, Ōnoki cursed inwardly. That idiot!
Over the past few days, Ōnoki had watched Ye Uchiha sweep through the shinobi world with drastic reforms. Initially, he had simply waited for the whole thing to become a laughingstock. He knew how tangled the shinobi world's situation was, with its nobles, shinobi, and samurai... Unifying it was nothing but a pipe dream.
Yet Ōnoki had never expected Chaldea to deploy, within just a few days, large numbers of shinobi who should have died in battle. They purged and eradicated every faction, large or small, that opposed Chaldea. Even the lofty Daimyo of the Five Great Nations trembled before Chaldea's might and surrendered all their authority.
For the first time since the death of Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, the turbulent shinobi world welcomed a long-absent peace, having largely submitted, at least in name, to Chaldea's persuasion by force.
Perhaps the shinobi world really will bow at that man's feet.
Ōnoki thought this as he gazed at the exquisite scenery of the city suspended above the Five Great Nations. It resembled the paradise people spoke of, yet it was also an inescapable nightmare