No one was willing to let the everlasting glory they had fought so desperately to secure go to waste.
No one was willing to let their descendants fall from the clouds into the mud.
"There's no time to lose!"
"First things first! Select the remaining fifteen Celestial Dragons!"
The five exchanged glances, each recognizing the caution, greed, and ruthlessness in the others' eyes.
Of the more than five hundred survivors, over five hundred still had to be eliminated, leaving only fifteen families!
This would be another utterly ruthless struggle for power, with no means off-limits!
Tenderness, affection, and loyalty were worthless in the face of power.
Outside the Sky Screen, hundreds of millions across the Shinobi World watched with chills running through their bodies and dread settling in their hearts. Endless sighs swept through the crowd.
"That's brutal! This is the real game!"
"They aren't just killing people. They're completely erasing history, erasing legacies, erasing the truth!"
"No wonder no one later knew about Joy Boy or anything before the Ninja Era! Someone deliberately scraped it all out of history!"
"Imu isn't afraid of resistance at all. He's afraid of ideas being passed down! As long as no one remembers equality and freedom, people will resign themselves to slavery for generations!"
"Over five hundred people had their memories wiped and were kept as hidden assets, scattered throughout the world. Aren't those today's Daimyō?"
"Well, damn. So these were the Black Ship's first batch of expendables."
"The seeds of hope who escaped from the Knights were in for it. From then on, they'd be hunted, purged, and slaughtered every moment of their lives!"
Discussion erupted across the Shinobi World.
Meanwhile, the Daimyō and nobles had tears streaming down their faces.
"So close! We were so close!"
"Exactly! It turns out our